All things are three at Hogwarts

"Mr. Blogger wants to give a higher price for that pair of goblin armor..." Tom Riddle retracted his chin slightly and stared at the old lady opposite with his raised eyes. His smile and yin-yang tone were very masculine, " Five hundred galleons, he thinks that's fair enough."

"Oh, don't be so hasty." Hepzibah picked up the teacup, shook his head, twisted his body, and pouted his mouth as if Lavender was acting coquettishly towards Ron. "Otherwise I will think you are just for my things. Just came..."

"I was sent here for them...ma'am." Tom Riddle said softly with an tone that seemed very regretful. The slightly raised corners of his lips looked very sincere. His eyes did not move away from the other person's face, and he looked in front of his body. He leaned forward and put his hands on his knees, making him look a little aggrieved. "I'm just a little clerk. I can only take orders. Mr. Bock asked me to ask."

"Oh Mr. Burke," Hepzibah looked at Tom Riddle as if she felt pity for him. She waved her little hand, as if she had thought of something to make the boy in front of her happy, and her face showed uncontrollable pride. Smiling, "I'm going to show you something Mr. Bock has never seen before. Can you keep it a secret?"

Tom Riddle stared at each other, and the tea spoon he held in his hand kept turning in the tea cup. Only then did Harry notice that there was a ring on his right index finger.

"Can you promise not to tell Mr. Burke that I have this?" Hepzibah also leaned forward and the distance between him and Voldemort became shorter and closer. "But you, Tom..." Hepzibah When calling the other person's name, his voice became more disgusting, "You will appreciate his history instead of thinking about how many Galleons you can earn."

Tom Riddle shook the tea spoon in his hand rhythmically. He tilted his head as if he was satisfied with an obedient boy. He shook his head slightly and flattered: "I'm very happy. I'm very happy to see Miss Hepzibah. Please show me." of…anything.”

"So wait for me here for a while." Hepzibah waved his hands like a little girl again and stood up awkwardly.

At this moment, Harry felt that the Tom Riddle and Allen in front of him were very similar. They were both very good at persuasion, and there was a kind of lovable power in their words and actions. This discovery made Harry horrified, and he shook his head vigorously. He shook his head, trying to get this thought out of his head.

Harry noticed that after Hepzibah turned his back, Tom Riddle's gentle smile completely disappeared, and his eyebrows were furrowed as if in deep thought.

Hepzibah, who reappeared, opened the lid happily and proudly, "I think you will like it Tom... Oh, if my relatives know that I let you see it... they will come and snatch it away right away."

Tom Riddle was still turning the spoon, and when he heard this, he raised his head with an interesting expression.

"My dear, do you know what this is? Take it." Hepzibah picked up a golden cup from the soft satin cushion, swayed proudly, and handed it to Tom Riddle, "Take a good look. look."

Hepzibah was immersed in the joy of showing off and sharing. She seemed to be fascinated by the other person's handsome face, but Harry did not miss the greedy expression on Tom Riddle's face.

Tom Riddle held the golden cup and recognized the carvings on the cup. He raised his brows and raised his head to show Hepzibah a charming and particularly endearing smile: "Mrs. Badger, this is what I thought..."

"Helga Hufflepuff's golden cup." Hepzibah smiled and gave the answer before Tom could finish the question. He arranged his colorful shawl and the rings of hangings with some confidence. The red bead chain around her neck said happily with a hint of pride, "You are very good at it, smart boy...Didn't I tell you that I am a distant descendant of Hufflepuff? This thing has been passed down in my family. It’s been so many years, so beautiful, isn’t it?”

Tom Riddle kept turning the golden cup in his hand, looking at the carvings on it.

"It is said that there are also various magic powers, but I haven't tried it much. I just kept it here." Then Hepzibah turned her attention to another box, and she carefully opened the delicate gold box. Thread button, "I think you will like this better, Tom... come here... come closer and see clearly..."

When Hepzibah took out a red bag, Tom Riddle couldn't take his eyes away from her actions. He put Hufflepuff's golden cup on the table on the side without looking. The sound of metal chains sounded, and the small octagonal metal-rimmed locket swayed in the air. The green gems with snakeskin patterns embedded in the box shone brightly in the candlelight.

Tom Riddle stood up from his chair involuntarily and stared at the small locket in trance. It seemed that everything else in his world had become nothing except the locket in front of him. Everything was blurry, only the small locket came into his eyes clearly.

Hepzibah's voice seemed to come from far behind him. The only thing that attracted Tom Riddle at this moment was the exquisite locket in front of him. His eyes moved as the locket swung.

Without Hepzibah's permission, he reached out and grabbed the locket.

Hepzibah didn't take it seriously and smiled triumphantly: "Bock sold it to me many years ago. I dare say he will definitely want to take it back after I die."

Hepzibah was very happy that the handsome young man in front of her was interested in her collection. She allowed this charming wizard to look at her collection carefully, while she just observed his face from the side, as if View a more valuable collection.

Tom Riddle held the hanging box in his hand almost as if fascinated, and after a while he murmured: "Salazar Slytherin's mark."

"By the way, I paid a high price for this. But I can't miss it. I can't miss this treasure. I must add it to my collection..." Hepzibah picked up a fried piece next to him with his fat fingers. He stuffed the meat ball-like thing into his mouth and ate it while talking, "I heard that Bock bought it from a shabby-looking woman. The woman probably stole it and didn't know its true value... I bet she must have I was squeezed a lot by this old bastard..."

Harry noticed that Tom Riddle's eyes were flashing red, his back to Hepzibah, and his fingers holding the chain of the locket were turning white.

Hepzibah finally felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and noticed the abnormality in his expression. She asked doubtfully: "Are you okay, my dear?"

"It's okay...it's okay, I'm fine." Tom Riddle's voice became deeper, filled with a dark and gloomy atmosphere.

"I thought...I think it was probably the light." Hepzibah couldn't hide her uneasiness. She reluctantly explained to comfort herself, "Come on, Hao Qi, take them away and lock them up again...use old magic... "

Tom Riddle picked up the chain again. Just as he was about to appreciate it carefully, he was interrupted by Hepzibah's voice commanding the elf. He held the chain in his hand angrily and raised his head, his wide eyes full of joy. Bloodshot, his expression could no longer maintain the previous politeness, and he said loudly: "It's so interesting, sometimes opportunity and fate are closely intertwined. Do you agree, Mrs. Smith?"

He slowly approached Hepzibah, his expression very dangerous, like a big snake ready to devour anyone. Tom Riddle was getting closer and closer to Hepzibah. Hepzibah was a little flustered by the handsome wizard who suddenly changed his expression. The silly smile on her face became dull. But then, Tom Riddle just returned to normal. A graceful farewell to Mrs. Hepzibah Smith.

The picture became blurry, and everything seemed to become nothingness.

"It's time to go, Harry." Dumbledore said softly. He grabbed Harry's arm and let the boy-who-lived return to the headmaster's office. "This house elf's subsequent memory has been tampered with. I can Try your best to restore that last bit..."

Harry froze in his position, letting the water droplets drip from his face and saying nothing.

"Tom's identity as a clerk in Burke and Borgin, in addition to learning some powers that we wizards should not control, is also obviously part of his plan. Mrs. Smith is a frequent visitor to Burke and Borgin, and Voldemort used her to control him. Obsessed, he seized the opportunity and finally took away the two family heirlooms. He created an impeccable first-class scandal scene. He tampered with the memory of the house elf Hao Qi, making her think that she was accidentally killed by poison because of her boss. It only took one dramatic touch for the house elf to confess his crime." Dumbledore sat back in his chair. He extended his hand for Harry to sit down as well. "No one in the Ministry of Magic thought of investigating anymore. Without even looking for the potion that could never be traced, they ruled that Hao Qi was not a deliberate murder, but was suffering from old age. At the same time, Tom had resigned and disappeared, and disappeared for a long time."

"I don't understand..." Harry shook his head and frowned, "This seems crazy... taking such a big risk and losing his job, just for..."

"Now," said Dumbledore, "if you don't mind, Harry, I'd like to draw your attention to certain details in the story... This is another murder committed by Voldemort, who didn't know it was one of his own. How many lives have been lost... You must have seen that this time he was not out for revenge, but for profit. He wanted the two rare treasures that the poor old lady showed him. Just like he robbed other things in the orphanage Just as he stole his uncle's ring, this time he stole Hepzibah's cup and locket."

At this time, Harry didn't listen much. His heart felt heavy. The scene where Voldemort and Hepzibah got along left a particularly deep impression on him. He clearly knew that one was the Dark Lord and the other was his classmate and professor, but haha Lee just felt that the feeling Voldemort gave him at that time was very similar to Allen...

Harry glanced up at Dumbledore, hesitated, and gave up on telling Dumbledore how he just felt. He didn't want to make Dumbledore's impression of Allen worse because of his remarks. After all, Allen had never seen Voldemort's dangerous expression before the end of his memory... and he had never seen him take anything from others.