HP's profit-seeking

The next morning, Danica woke up not only with a headache, but with soreness all over her body.She couldn't help groaning, opened her eyes and sat up, the quilt slipped off her body, and the bare skin was covered with red marks.

"Good morning, dear." Fred woke up at some point, lying beside her and looking at her with his head propped up.

Danica's brain slowly came to her senses, and she grabbed Fred's hand with some urgency, "Did you wear a condom last night?"

Fred showed a look of satisfaction, "It all happened so suddenly... Danica, you don't know how enthusiastic you were last night, I couldn't hold it in at all..."

In a blink of an eye, Danica had thrown off the quilt, put on a nightgown and walked out, saying angrily, "If you win the lottery, you're screwed, Fred." She went downstairs to get a tube of contraceptive potion, He raised his head and drank it down.After a brief grooming, he walked upstairs quickly, "I don't want to be pregnant at a young age like Stacy."

Regardless of Fred's constant gaze, she took out the clothes from the closet and began to dress herself.

"Stacy's pregnant?" Fred asked in surprise.

Danica paused while buttoning her shirt, "Yeah, Roger told me, it's been two months."

"Then we have to hurry up..." With a thoughtful look, he wrapped his long arms around Danica's waist and carried her to the bed, and said with a smile, "Why don't you have a good morning again? "

"Hold on, I'm off to work." Danica slapped his hand off. "And you know, a Death Eater with a big belly? That's hilarious!"

Fred laughed too, obviously amused by the joke.

"Okay, I have to go quickly." Danica put on her wizard robes and trimmed her hair. The woman in the mirror looked in good spirits. "See you tonight, my dear."

Fred waved his hand lazily at her, and the next second she walked out from the fireplace in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. The solemn and solemn Ministry of Magic formed a sharp contrast with the bright and clean home.Danica took a deep breath, cheered herself up secretly, and blended into the rushing crowd.

"Basement floor, minister's office and minister's logistics department." The empty female voice in the elevator said.

As the lowest employee in the minister's logistics department, Danica had to face the most trivial chores. She was so confused by these things that she only saw the minister from a distance once a day.

The current Minister for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, looks like an old lion, with wisps of gray between his tawny hair and bushy eyebrows, and piercing eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses. Lu Lai made great strides.He guarded his territory as sharply and fiercely as a lion, and his lieutenants followed him, asking him for various documents and instructions.

Danica was secretly watching the minister when a sweet, artificial voice sounded in her ear, startling her.

"Miss Wilson, it is unbelievable that we should meet again."

She looked at the speaker and said coldly, "Yes, Deputy Minister Umbridge."

Long time no see, Umbridge is in good spirits, obviously Hogwarts firing her has little effect on her, she can still control the power in the Ministry of Magic.She shoved a document into Danica's arms with a smile on her face. "Help me take this document to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and give it to Director Piers Thicknesse. Oh, you are not busy now, are you?" "

Danica silently closed the half-made form in her hand, "Of course, I'll send it now."

Umbridge watched her walk into the elevator, then turned and walked towards the minister with a smile, yet another subtle flattery.

"Second Basement, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Department of Prohibited Misuse of Magic, Department of Prohibited Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, Auror Command, Wizengamot." The elevator's grille door opened with a hollow female voice.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, Danica heard a quarrel, and a high-spirited male voice said loudly, "Davis, I think you should open your eyes and see the situation clearly. If I were you, I have the right to The deputy director of the situation needs someone to help him with some small tasks, and I will do it without hesitation."

"But those jobs are what you should be doing, Deputy Director." Roger loosened the tie around his neck irritably, and said through gritted teeth, "Yaxley, I know that you have three fires in your new office. , but you shouldn’t have protested against me first.”

Yaxley said sullenly, "It doesn't look like you're going to be a good fit for the Ministry—"

"Yaxley!" Danica interrupted him loudly, and she hurried up to him. "I have a document that I need you to forward to Director Thicknesse."

"Go and deliver it yourself, Wilson." He said impatiently, "Don't tell me—" The voice stopped abruptly, and a hard stick was pressed against his chest.

"Yaxley," Danica threatened him in a low voice with her wand in hand, "I advise you to restrain yourself, don't make trouble here, if you screw up his plan, you will lose your life! "

Yaxley was silent for a while, snorted coldly, took the document from Danica's hand, turned and left.

Danica breathed a sigh of relief, put away her wand, turned to Roger with a wry smile and said, "Acquaintance, you understand. Stay away from him, Roger."

On the other side, in Riddle's old house.Voldemort stared intently at the newspaper in his hand. The people he sent not only went to the Ministry of Magic, but also some people entered the "Daily Prophet". The direction of public opinion has gradually been controlled by him as the helmsman.He turned to the next page with great pleasure, and said to the person next to him, "Danica, have you read today's newspaper? The Ministry of Magic's words of comfort have dropped a lot. By the way, pass me the black tea on the table .”

The cup was handed tremblingly to his hand.Peter Pettigrew lowered his head in panic, "...Master, Miss Bulstrode is now serving you at the Ministry of Magic..."

Voldemort paused for a moment, then gracefully picked up the cup and took a sip of the mellow black tea. Bursts of mist rose from the cup, and his expression became somewhat blurred, "Oh, I forgot..."

The sky gradually darkened, and people who had worked exhausted all day finally waited until the time to get off work and returned to their homes one after another.But Danica quietly came to the Leaky Cauldron, which was full of fish and dragons, and went to Hogwarts through the fireplace here.

"Professor Dumbledore, is there any progress?" Danica hurried out of the fireplace and asked the old man sitting behind the table.

"There are two new memories, but unfortunately, we still haven't got the real memory of Slughorn." Dumbledore said with some regret, "Danica, you look very formal in this dress .”

Danica put down her handbag, "I was inserted into the Ministry of Magic. There are still many Death Eaters like me in the Ministry of Magic. I can't say who they are, but I can say that the Dark Lord made this arrangement for Assassinate the current Minister and take full control of the Ministry of Magic. Professor Dumbledore, I thought you could remind Minister Scrimgeour a little."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "I hope he can listen."

He took out a glass vial and poured it all into the Pensieve, "Okay, let's look at this one today. This one is from a very old house-elf called Hucky. But before I look, I want to I must tell you about Voldemort's whereabouts after graduating from Hogwarts. He graduated with the best grades in every subject, and almost everyone thought that he would make amazing achievements. Oh, although there are some deviations, he is now also It’s another kind of astonishing achievement.”

Dumbledore blinked, but Danica didn't think it was funny.He touched his nose in embarrassment, and continued, "But to everyone's surprise, he went to work in Bojinbok."

"What?!" Danica said in amazement.

"Yes, he went to Borginbork. Although the purpose is different, you have all worked there. It is the same excellent grades again. He will notice that you are not surprised at all..." Dumbledore looked at her reassuringly , "But you are very different."

His wise gaze behind the semi-circular lens caught Danica's ring on her right ring finger. The small diamond reflected the scattered light, "If I'm not mistaken, happy wedding, Danica."

Danica's fingers flinched. "You're always on the lookout."

"Thank you, but I still made some misjudgments..." Dumbledore had a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and he said briskly after a while, "Okay, let's go back to the previous topic. Bojinbok is not actually Tom's The first choice, not many people know about it—Tom approached the headmaster at the time, Professor Dippet, and asked him if he could stay and teach at Hogwarts."

Danica was taken aback by his words again, "He wants to stay at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, I believe he has many reasons, although he has not told Professor Dippet any of them," said Dumbledore. "First, he has more affection for this school than he does for any one person. Hogwarts is His happiest place is the first and only place where he feels like home."

Danica pursed her lips, feeling a little uncomfortable. Hogwarts was like home to her, and there were so many happy memories here.

Dumbledore went on to say, "Secondly, as a teacher, he can have a lot of influence on young wizards. I never thought that Tom would stay in school for the rest of his life. I think he just used it as a recruiter." Good place, you can pull yourself a team."

"It's a good thing he didn't get the job," Danica said with some trepidation.

"That's right. Professor Dippet said he's talented, but he's still too young, but he's welcome to apply again in two years, if he still wants to teach by then." Dumbledore shrugged, "Actually, Dippet The professor liked him very much. Unfortunately, when he came back to apply two years later, the principal of the school had already been replaced by me, and I had already seen his ambition, so it was impossible for him to return to school and get a powerful position.”

Danica frowned, thinking, "What class does he want to teach?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

They said the answer almost in unison.Dumbledore laughed, "You guessed it, Danica. The teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at the time was an old professor named Galatea Meles, who taught at Hogwarts for a while. 50 years. I think my refusal made Tom resentful, and none of the teachers in the course taught the course for more than a year after that."

"After being rejected by Professor Dippet, Tom went to work in Bokin Bok, but he was not just an ordinary clerk. Because he was polite, handsome and smart, he quickly got a job that only places like Bojin Bok have You know, this store sells some very special items. Tom Riddle was sent to persuade people to sell treasures in the store, and he was said to be very good at it."

As he said, Dumbledore tapped the edge of the Pensieve lightly with his wand, "Okay, now we should go to see Hucky's memory, her master is an old and very rich witch named It was Hepzibah Smith, one of the customers at the time. Come on, Danica, you go in first."

Danica plunged into the rippling silvery substance of the stone basin, and she fell through the dark void into a living room, where she saw a fat, fat old woman in a delicate hat. Ginger wig, bright pink robe spread around her.She was facing a small jeweled mirror, and was applying rouge to her face with a large powder puff.Danica jumped when she turned her head, her old ghostly face, bright red in the cheeks, horribly white in the rest of the way.

An old, thin house-elf stepped forward and put a pair of gorgeous satin shoes on the old lady's fat feet.

"Come on, Hucky!" said Hepzibah imperiously. "He said come at four, and it's only two minutes away, and he's never been late."

The house-elf buckled the taut shoe buckles and stood up so that his head was level with Hepzibah's upholstery, the papery skin hanging from the frame.

"How am I?" Hepziba asked, turning her head and looking at her face from all directions in the mirror.

"It's beautiful, ma'am!" Hutch screamed.

Danica looked at it in amazement, and Dumbledore patted her on the shoulder, "The loyalty of the house-elf blinds it."

At this time, the doorbell jingled.Both the hostess and the elf jumped up.

"Come on, he's coming, Hucky!" Hepzibah shrieked, and the house-elf ran out of the house, and Danica was a little worried that he would knock over the pile of things by running too fast.The room was too crowded, full of expensive antiques, cabinets with lacquered lockets, shelves of gilded books, shelves of stars and planetariums, and many asteroids in copper vessels. lush vegetation.

The elf came back after a while, followed by a tall young man.He was wearing a black suit, his black hair was longer than in school, his cheeks were sunken, but it suited him well, and he looked even more handsome.He skillfully walked through the crowded room, then bent down slightly, took Hepziba's chubby hand, and gently placed a kiss on it with his thin lips.

"I brought you flowers," he whispered, conjuring a bouquet of roses in his hand.

"You charming wretch, you shouldn't be like this!" shrieked Hepzibah, his red lips parting wide. "You're spoiling my old lady, Tom. Sit down, Huh." Where is Qi... ah..."

The house-elf rushed into the house with a tray of small pastries, and laid the tray at the elbow of the mistress.

"Eat all you want, Tom," said Hepzibah. "I know you like my cakes. How are you? You're a little pale, you've been used too hard in the shop, I've said it a hundred times... "

She giggled like a little girl.Tom Riddle smiled, like a perfect dummy.

"Hey, what's your excuse for coming to see me this time?" she asked, blinking her eyelashes.

"Mr. Bork wanted to offer a higher price for the armor made of goblins, five hundred galleons. He thought it was fair enough—"

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry, or I thought you only came here for my stuff." Hepziba pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

"I was sent for them," said Tom, soothing her softly. "I'm just a little clerk, ma'am, to be told. Mr. Bork wants me to ask—"

"Oh, Mr. Bock, bah!" Hepziba said disdainfully, "I want to show you something that Mr. Bock has never seen before, as long as you promise not to tell it. If you let Bojin Bock know about this, he will Will keep me safe for the rest of my life. I won't sell this, not to anyone. But you, Tom, you'll appreciate its history, not how many Galleons it sells for..."

"I'd love to see anything Miss Hepzibah showed me," said Tom softly.

Hepzibah giggled like a little girl again, "Hucky, where are you again? I want to show Mr. Riddle our best baby... just bring us both..."

"Here, Mistress!" shrieked Hutch, and came running, carrying two leather boxes stacked on top of each other, weaving among the tables, chaise longues, and cushions.

Hepziba took the box in its hand and put it on her lap, "I think you'll like it, Tom..." She opened the top box, a golden cup lying flat inside, and two A delicate ear handle. "Know what it is, Tom? You can pick it up and have a good look at it."

Tom Riddle stretched out his slender fingers, grasped one ear stem, and lifted the glass from the soft satin cushion.There was a faint red light in his dark eyes, and a greedy look appeared on his handsome face.

"Badger." He murmured, stroking the engraving on the gold cup with his fingers, "This is..."

"Helga Hufflepuff's. You're good at it, smart boy!" Hepzibah said, leaning over and pinching his sunken face, "I didn't tell you I was Hufflepuff Qi’s distant descendants? This thing has been passed down in my family for many years. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? It’s said that it also has various magical powers, but I haven’t tried it, I just kept it here...”

She hooked the cup back from Tom's lanky forefinger, and was so absorbed in fitting it back in place that she didn't notice the flicker of shadow on his face.

"Okay," said Hepziba cheerfully, patting the other flat box on her lap, "I think you'll like this one better, Tom. Get closer so you can see it better... "

Danica couldn't help but leaned forward, looking at the box expectantly.Hepziba undid the delicate gold thread buckle and opened the lid.On a cushion of crimson velvet lay a little heavy gold locket.It is carved with an ornate, serpentine S.

This time Tom picked up the locket and looked at it without waiting for her to say anything. Danica also gasped. This time she saw not only Hufflepuff's gold cup, but also Slytherin's locket.

"Slytherin's Mark," Tom said softly, staring at the gleaming locket.

"That's right," Hepzibah said happily. "I bought it from Boginbok for a high price. I can't miss it. It is said that Bojinbok bought it from a poor woman. She probably Steal it, don't know its real value..."

There was a red light in Tom's eyes, and the knuckles on the chain of the locket turned white.

"—I dare say Bock didn't pay her much, but look, how beautiful it is..." She reached for the locket.He gripped so tightly that Danica almost thought he wouldn't let go.But it slipped from his fingers and fell to the red velvet padding.

"Okay, Tom, dear, I hope you like it." Hepziba looked at his face, but the smirk on his face suddenly froze, and she said with a hint of horror, "Are you all right, dear?" ?”

"It's all right," said Tom quietly, "it's all right, I'm fine..."

"I thought—it was the light—" she said flusteredly, and Danica believed she must have seen the red light in Riddle's eyes.

Dumbledore whispered beside Danica, "That's all, we can go."

Danica grabbed his arm and together they walked through the void, falling slowly back into Dumbledore's office.

"Hepzibah Smith died two days after this." Dumbledore sat down and motioned for Danica to do the same. Poison/medicine was mistakenly placed in the cocoa tea."

Danica raised her eyebrows, "These two things are gone."

"Yes, and after that, Tom resigned and disappeared. No one knows where he went," said Dumbledore. "Obviously, Hucky was just a scapegoat, and Miss Hepzibah was killed by Tom." .”

"I'm not surprised," Danica said with a shrug.

"Now, I would like to draw your attention. Here, he killed another person." Dumbledore said, taking a broken diary with fangs stuck in it, and a ring with a black stone on the table. , "Killing is the way to make Horcruxes. This diary appeared at Hogwarts four years ago, and it contains the soul of Tom Riddle before he was 16 years old. Obviously this is one of his Horcruxes, but he has no idea about this The horcrux's nonchalant attitude made me panic, and I began to suspect that he had made more than one horcrux. This old Gaunt's ring was also one of his horcruxes, and I paid the price of a hand to put it destroy."

Danica lowered her head and thought for a while, "I don't think it's just these two, he won't let it go. I'll make a wild guess that the Hufflepuff's gold cup and Slytherin's locket he stole should also be stolen." He made a Horcrux."

"I think so too. Tom likes items with powerful magic and historical significance. He will not let go of these items that are noble in themselves." Dumbledore nodded, "The treasures of the four founders are of great importance to him. Now that he got two of them, I think he will continue to look for the other two. I'm not sure if he got the Ravenclaw treasure, but I can be sure that the Gryffindor treasure he Definitely didn't get it."

Dumbledore touched the glass case by the wall with his scorched black finger, and inside lay a ruby-studded sword.

"Ravenclaw's treasure..." Danica thought, searching all the information contained in her brain, "Rowena Ravenclaw's relic..."

She seemed to have thought of something, and exclaimed, "Ravenclaw's diadem? But it has been missing for many years."

"Maybe he found it," said Dumbledore. "Remember what I said, Tom returned to Hogwarts twice to apply for a job, and the second time he already had many followers, there was no need for him to submit to Hogg Watts is a schoolteacher. I think he might be looking for something in the castle."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "He's like a mystery, but I think we've already solved half of it."

The author has something to say:

1. The current Minister of Magic Scrimgeour and Dumbledore have different political views, and he is likely to take Dumbledore's advice to him as a deaf ear.

2. Peter called Danica "Miss Bulstrode" because of the false background Lucius gave her before, saying that she was the lost youngest daughter of the pure-blood family Bulstrode.It has never been proven, so some Death Eaters don't believe it, and some Death Eaters believe it...

3. Mylord was really charming and handsome when he was young