One was a wizard who lived thousands of years ago, and the other had fallen and turned into time itself.
No matter who it was, it would be extremely difficult for Iven to meet them, and it was even more impossible under the current circumstances.
"Since we're already here, we'll find a way." Elwyn said, shoving the time converter back into the box. "What do you plan to do?"
"Follow Delphie and get the time converter she mentioned," Riddle said.
"Then we'll make this our primary goal." Elwyn nodded. "Tom, don't you feel it? This future is very interesting. Times are developing, technology and magic are merging, and civilizations are colliding. Even the house-elf has changed so much. "
"It's really not bad!" Riddle looked at the house-elf who was dressed like a fairy with disdain.
Under Riddle's gaze, he took a step back in fear, his face filled with panic.
He did not know why Riddle and Elwyn stopped here. Was it because they were not satisfied with his service?
"Yes, I can't wait to see what I, Hermione and the others will look like in the future." Elwyn continued, as if he did not hear Riddle's sarcasm. "It seems that the Lord Voldemort and the Evil God have been defeated. Everything is developing in a good direction. What do you think you'll become? Do you still exist? "
"I'm immortal, I must have obtained a new body..."
"Yes, and I have such a cute daughter. So, Tom, we..."
"I said, don't..."
Riddle was interrupted. The house-elf said uneasily, "Gentlemen, do you want to use the flying net?"
"Oh, we want to use it, thank you!" Elwyn said, seeing the security guard walking over. "Let's go, Tom!"
The next second, the pale-faced Riddle disappeared, and Elwyn walked into the quiet green flames in the fireplace.
"Knockback Alley!" He left, leaving the house-elf standing there, dumbfounded.
Even though the times had progressed a lot, using the flying net was still a very uncomfortable journey.
Elwyn felt as if he had been sucked into a huge socket. His body was spinning rapidly, and the whistling sound was deafening.
The whirling green flames made him dizzy, and as he spun and spun, he saw a series of furnace doors blur by.
Then, he arrived at his destination and landed on the cold stone ground.
Elwyn missed Fox the Phoenix a little. It was much more comfortable to be carried around by it.
He walked out from the fireplace and saw a dark and spacious wizard shop.
Compared with the Ministry of Magic, time seemed to stand still in Bojin Bock's shop.
During the summer vacation of his first year, Elwyn and Harry had seen this shop from afar. The layout inside had not changed much.
On the cushion in the glass case in front of him, there was a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, a teapot with a missing corner, and a lifeless glass eyeball. A hideous mask peered down from the wall. On the counter, there were all kinds of human bones, and rusty, sharp-toothed instruments hung from the ceiling.
Poor Mr. Bojin, the products in his shop did not seem to be very popular...
This was not surprising. Elwyn could not see any normal wizard needing this thing.
Delphi was standing in front of the counter, looking seriously at the withered human hand on the cushion.
"This shop is very interesting. It sells and recycles all kinds of interesting black magic items. I've been here a few times before, and there are many useful things," Delphi said. "Look at the introduction of this item. Hand of Glory. Stick a candle in it, and only the person holding it can see the light. I think we need one, and maybe we can use it."
"You have a good eye, my dear lady. This is the best friend of thieves and robbers. Only five hundred gold coins."
A hunchbacked man appeared behind the counter. It was Mr. Bojin.
He was very old, and his hair was white. The smile on his face gave off a sly and cunning feeling.
Five hundred gold coins. Even if you gave Elwyn change, he would not touch this dirty human hand.
"Hmm, let's see. Do you have an invisibility cloak?" Delphi asked.
"Yes, that's my collection. It costs ten thousand gold coins." Mr. Bojin's tone was almost obsequious.
"Price is not a problem!" Delphi did not even blink. "Take it out and let me see."
It seemed that Lord Voldemort or the other Death Eaters had left Delphi a huge inheritance, and they did not care about money at all.
Either that, or the depreciation of gold coins was too fast in this era.
Ten thousand gold coins for an invisibility cloak. What was the difference between this and robbery?
In the time that Elwyn was familiar with, invisibility cloaks were precious, but they were not rare. They could be made with the fur of invisible beasts or materials soaked in strong invisibility potions. Depending on the strength of the effect, the price ranged from three hundred to two thousand gold coins.
Elwyn had never heard of anyone spending ten thousand gold coins on an invisibility cloak.
If it was really because of the depreciation of the currency, he had the urge to go back to the past and resell things to this point in time...
"Elwyn, come and take a look at this Hand of Glory." Delphi turned around and said, "Where's Tom?"
"Oh, he's in the back!" Elwyn said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Riddle pretended to walk out from behind the fireplace.
He squinted and looked around with interest. He was obviously very familiar with the shop.
Just then, Mr. Bojin walked out from behind the counter with the invisibility cloak. He saw Riddle too.
The smile on his face froze and disappeared. It quickly turned into horror and fear. He recognized Riddle.
Elwyn had heard that after Riddle graduated from Hogwarts, he did not go to work at the Ministry of Magic. Instead, he unexpectedly came to this shop to look for precious collectibles that could be used to make Soul Tools. So, Mr. Bojin was very familiar with Riddle.
This was not a good memory, especially after Riddle became the Lord Voldemort...
Mr. Bojin looked at Riddle in disbelief, who had just come out from behind the fireplace. His body was trembling uncontrollably.
"Ry, Ry, Ry..." He panted heavily. He was greatly agitated. "Riddle!"
The Lord Voldemort had failed. He was already dead. But why did this boy in front of him look so much like...
There was no mistake. There was no way he could be wrong.
He would never forget this for the rest of his life. This was definitely Tom Riddle!
The Lord Voldemort was back!
The Dark Lord was back!
Mr. Bojin was confused. Why was Riddle so young?
But then he thought of the Dark Lord's magic. This was magic that he did not understand. This must be it.
The Lord Voldemort was immortal. He had conquered death. He was back again!
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