"In short, Armando rejected Lord Voldemort's application to teach Defense Against Black Magic." Dumbledore said, "After his application was rejected, he went to the Burkin-Burke shop. All the instructors who admired him said it was a pity that such a talented young wizard became a shop assistant. But Lord Voldemort was not just an ordinary shop assistant. Because he was polite, handsome and smart, he quickly got a special job in a place like Burkin-Burke. As you all know, this shop specializes in selling magic items that have special properties or are priceless. Lord Voldemort was sent to persuade people to hand over their treasures to the shop to sell. It is said that he is very good at this. "
"I believe him!" Harry said.
"I believe him too, but this is where we should be careful, Professor." Elwyn followed up. It was because he knew too well what Lord Voldemort was good at and how scary he was that he did not trust the guy in the ring. If Dumbledore planned to cooperate with the fifteen-year-old Riddle to do something, he had better be careful.
The current Lord Voldemort had obtained powerful magic power, but he had lost the ability to disguise and deceive people.
The fifteen-year-old Riddle in the ring did not have that. He was very weak, but he was very good at deceiving people.
"Yes, yes, I will be careful!" Dumbledore said with a weak smile, "Now, you should listen to the memory of the house-elf, Hao Qi. Her master is a very old, very rich witch named Hepzba Smith."
As Dumbledore said this, he poured the memory from the crystal bottle he had just taken out into the meditation basin.
"Come on, you go in first. Elwyn, pay attention to the Golden Chalice we are about to see."
Golden Chalice? Hufflepuff's Golden Chalice?! Lord Voldemort's other soul tool?!
Could it be that the specific location of the house-elf's home had something to do with the Golden Chalice?
With all these questions, Elwyn entered the meditation basin.
He somersaulted through the dark void and landed in a living room.
Elwyn saw that in front of him was a very, very fat old lady, wearing a delicate ginger wig, a bright pink robe spread out around her, making her look like a melted ice cream cake.
She was applying rouge to her bright red cheeks with a large puff of powder in front of a small jewelled mirror.
One of them was probably the skinniest and oldest house-elf in the world. She was buttoning a pair of tight satin shoes on the old lady's fat feet. She was probably the house-elf Hao Qi.
"Hurry up, Hao Qi!" Hepzba said bossily, "He said he'd be here at four. There's only two minutes left. He's never been late."
She put away the puff of powder, and the house-elf straightened her back. Only then did her head reach the cushion of Hepzba's chair. Her paper-like skin hung on her skeleton, just like the fine linen robe she was wearing.
"How am I?" Hepzba asked, turning her head to admire her face in the mirror from all angles.
"Very beautiful, ma 'am," Hao Qi said in a shrill voice.
It was really difficult for the house-elf. She had to grit her teeth and lie when she answered the question, because Hepzba Smith was far from being beautiful. But she obviously would not tolerate her house-elf answering otherwise.
Elwyn guessed that perhaps this kind of torture was the main reason why Hao Qi looked so thin and old.
It should be known that house-elves were not good at lying, especially in front of their masters. But at this moment, Hao Qi had to lie …
It was said that in ancient times, a witch who was very confident in her appearance but was actually very ugly made a magic mirror.
She asked the mirror every day, "Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?" Although she was asking the magic mirror, there could only be one answer, and that was to say that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Because the witch asked this question every morning, noon, and night, finally, the magic mirror could not bear the torture and finally broke …
This showed how much pressure the house-elf Hao Qi was under.
Just then, the doorbell jingled, and the mistress and the elf both jumped up.
"Hurry, hurry, he's here, Hao Qi!" Hepzba cried, and the elf ran out of the house.
The house was very crowded, and it was hard to imagine that someone could walk through the room without knocking over at least a dozen things. There were cabinets with painted boxes, bookshelves full of gilded books, shelves with big and small stars and astrology, and many lush plants growing in copper utensils. The house looked like a magic antique shop and a greenhouse put together.
The elf came back in a while, followed by a tall young man. It was Lord Voldemort!
To be precise, it was the adult Lord Voldemort, who was nearly 20 years old.
He was wearing a black suit, his hair was longer than when he was in school, and his cheeks were sunken, but Elwyn had to admit that it suited him very well. It made him look even more handsome, just like at Slughorn's private party a few years ago. His whole body seemed to glow, and people could not ignore him.
Lord Voldemort carefully walked through the crowded room, as if he had been here many times.
Then, he bent down low and gently kissed Hepzba's chubby little hand.
"I brought you flowers, ma 'am!" he whispered, and a bouquet of roses appeared in his hand.
"You naughty child, you shouldn't do this!" Old Hepzba screamed, but she had already prepared an empty vase on a small table next to her. "You spoil this old lady. Tom, sit down, sit down … Where is Hao Qi, ah …"
The house-elf rushed into the room with a plate of small pastries, and placed the plate next to the lady's elbow.
"Help yourself, Tom," Hepzba said lovingly, "I know you like my pastries a lot. How have you been lately? You look a little pale, and you seem to be a little thin. The shop has used you too much, I've told Bork a hundred times! "
Hepzba giggled, and Lord Voldemort smiled mechanically.
"Hey, what's your excuse for visiting me this time?" she asked, blinking her eyelashes.
"Mr. Bork wanted to offer a higher price for the fairy armor, five hundred Garen, he thinks that's fair enough."
"Aiya, aiya, don't be in such a hurry, or else I'll think you're only here for my toys!" Hepzba said, pouting. "We can talk about other things …"
"But that's why I was sent here." Lord Voldemort said softly, interrupting Hepzba's words gracefully. "I'm just a small shop assistant, ma 'am, and I can only listen to orders. Mr. Bork wants me to ask …"
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