[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Jin asked cautiously, "What do you mean?"

"To tell you the truth, I am desperately in need of a sum of money—as large as possible."

"Please don't worry about this," Bo Jin patted his chest hard, his face flushed, "Mr. V, we are old friends, and the price I offer will naturally satisfy you."

"Of course, Mr. Bojin is an excellent businessman. I know this very well, so no matter how high the price you buy from me, you can sell it at a higher price."

Bojin's eyes flickered for a moment, he vaguely guessed what Riddle meant, and his face unavoidably turned ugly.

Riddle smiled and expressed his guess, "And what I want is higher, highest, and the highest possible price. Therefore, I hope to trouble Mr. Bojin to introduce me to a wealthy wizard—at least someone who can Buy as many assets as Ravenclaw's crown in your hands. After that, you can save trouble and worry, and let me trade directly with the other party. As my most loyal friend, you should be able to give up your identity as a middleman, less Earn a little bit, and help me get through the current difficulties?"

"This..." The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and Bo Jin showed a embarrassed expression, "Mr. V, it's not that I don't want to help you with this favor. My guests here, you know, just like you, they are definitely not happy Show your face to strangers, and let others know how much gold is in their purse, how much treasure is hidden in the treasury."

Riddle sneered, "Shirking is not something a loyal friend should do, Mr. Bojin, if you can help me make a bridge, I will give you a hundred Galleons as hard work, and you will reap my rewards." Friendship. If you don’t like it, then I can only fly to Gringotts like a dragon and do business with goblins. Dealing with goblins is a bit troublesome, but when I need it, I am not afraid of trouble .You can't make a Nat then—and never will on me."

"This..." The cloudy eyeballs rolled quickly in the sockets, and Bo Jin tried to turn around with words, "Mr. V, it's really you..."

"I have to go to Gringotts later, so I can only give you 3 minutes to think about it." Riddle took out his pocket watch from his pocket and glanced casually.

Beads of sweat were all over Bo Jinqing's blushing face. He wanted to say something more, but Riddle completely ignored him. He could only pace around anxiously, his chest throbbing like a frog.

With two seconds left in three minutes, Riddle put the pocket watch back into his pocket, said his farewell politely, and turned and opened the door without hesitation.

As soon as he stepped out with one foot, the voice of Bokin's collapse sounded behind him, and he shouted: "Okay, okay, Mr. V, loyalty to friendship has overcome my desire for money, and I will use your excellent negotiation skills Apply it to bargaining with customers!"

There was a sneering smile at the corner of his mouth, Riddle turned back and thanked, "Mr. Bokin, your decision is as wise as ever."

Three days later, as Riddle had expected, Borgin introduced Hepziba Smith to him in the shop.

In order to hide her identity in Knockturn Alley, the fat old lady didn't wear her favorite peach and bright purple lace cake dress, but wore a bright green gown with a hood.But there is no doubt that the effort was in vain, and there was probably no old lady who was so keen on cramming her feet into pearl satin shoes one size smaller except her.

Riddle knew how to deal with her, so he softened his voice, and said affectionately: "Hello, honorable lady, I'm really sorry for making you come here because of my selfishness."

Hepzibah said sharply, "Oh, what a polite boy, your voice is as sweet as a bird's."

The crookedness in his heart was almost nauseating, the smile on Riddle's face became brighter, he turned to Borgin, beckoning him to avoid, "I want to talk to this dignified and elegant lady alone, I think she doesn't want to be known about her What kind of treasure is worthy of her temperament, and how much is the price in line with her noble status?"

Shocked by Riddle's transformation without any sense of disobedience and full of sincerity, Bojin couldn't help showing a contemptuous expression of "I really didn't see that you have no bottom line for money", and at the same time, he was secretly Reflecting on himself, he must learn from Riddle's shameless and shameless behavior.

Seeing Borgin's figure disappear, Riddle cast a soundproofing spell, took off his hat, scarf and glasses, revealing his entire face—this is a face that belongs to Riddle, so handsome that it takes one's breath away.In order to achieve his goal, he deliberately took aging agents.

"It would be too impolite to hide my head and show my tail in front of such a noble lady. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Walter Russell." Riddle made up a name at random with his accent.

Hepziba was shocked, and she also took off her hood subconsciously, and looked at Riddle's face fascinated, "Oh, it's hard to imagine that there are such beautiful boys as you in this world. You can call me Hep Ziba, charming little one."

As she said that, she stretched out her plump hand, which looked like five white radishes stuck on the dough. Riddle took a long breath silently, pinched her fingertips with a constant smile, and took His lips touched the back of her hand quickly.

"You are really as cute as I imagined, Miss Hepzibah." Riddle said sweetly, he felt like slugs were squirming all over his body, especially his lips, "and the thing I want to trade is exactly Fits on this beautiful hand of yours." He took a small box from his pocket and held it in front of Hepzibah to open it.

"This is..." Hepziba was about to pick it up for a closer look, but Riddle retracted it. He looked at Hepziba apologetically, seeing her as top-heavy and dizzy.

"It's not that I don't trust Miss Hepzibah. It's just to protect this resurrection stone ring. I put a complicated curse on it. I will undo it only when it changes hands. I'm worried that it will hurt you."

"You said—resurrection stone?" Although she was dazed, her love for treasures brought Hepzibara back to her senses.

Riddle said softly: "Yes, the ring is inlaid with the Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows. It is a family heirloom of the descendants of Slytherin."

"Slytherin's..." Hepzibah murmured a few words, her gaze fell on the box in Riddle's hand for a while, and Riddle's face for a while, "if If it is true, then it is indeed priceless."

"I swear on my honor to Merlin, it must be true, and if Miss Hepzibah is worried, I can undo the curse and let you observe and identify it carefully. After all, for a lady as charming as you, always It needs some special treatment." Riddle said earnestly.

"You're making me blush." ​​Hepzibah giggled sharply, her face really flushed with dizziness.

"It's just..." Riddle looked at the surrounding environment with some hesitation, "In this place called Bundao Lane, it's always a bit uneasy."

"Indeed, that scheming fellow Borgin might be spying somewhere." Hepzibah agreed.

"so……"

"so?"

Riddle looked at her intently and tenderly, "Can Miss Hepzibah be bothered to provide a more private, safer place where no one will disturb you?"

Hepzibah's mind was completely muddled, she looked at Riddle obsessively, and murmured: "Of course...Of course, go to my house, it's just right, we can sit down and chat for a while, and have a small meal together. cake."

Riddle laughed happily, "I feel extremely honored to be able to visit Miss Hepzibah's mansion."

Before going to Hepzibah's house, Riddle apologetically mentioned that he still had a younger sister waiting in Diagon Alley outside the entrance of Turnpike Alley.Hearing that she was going to bring one more person, Hepziba's reason, which had melted into syrup, became a little clearer, and she put up a little bit of precautions. When she saw that it was a thin and sickly little girl, she felt a little more at ease.

How can a boy who is good-looking, speaks well, and cares about his sickly sister have evil intentions?Bo Jin said that he needed money urgently, and it must be for his sister.

Hepzibah warmly welcomed the two of them into the house, ordered the house-elf to make tea and serve the cake, and took off her coat and asked the house-elf to find her a beautiful dress suitable for the house. Send Bones' house-elf around.

After finally sitting down, Riddle spent a lot of performance and rhetoric. Under the attack of sugar-coated bullets, he managed to get Hepzibah to agree to take out all the treasures in his collection, so as to open his eyes.

Thus, when the first box was opened, Riddle was finally sure that the Ravenclaw crown he wanted had indeed fallen into Hepzibah's hands.

Riddle smiled and glanced at Fiona who had been eating the cake in silence. She slowly put down the fork and raised her head to control Hepzibah.

Seeing that Fiona's pale face became paler for a moment, and then a faint red tide gushed out again, Riddle's heart tightened, and he quickly supported her.

"Is it important?" he asked in a low voice.

Fiona shook her head.

Riddle's brows did not loosen.

He hadn't thought of getting Fiona involved in this matter at all. He still can't perfectly control other people's memories, so he had the idea of ​​killing people and seizing treasures, but Fiona knew his plan Disagree later.

"My life is no nobler than other people's," she said, "no need for a possible