Elwyn looked at Hepzba attentively. Was she going to take out the Golden Chalice?!
Hufflepuff's Golden Chalice, Dumbledore reminded him to pay special attention to it.
Elwyn had seen this Golden Chalice up close during his previous two trips to Hogwarts. It was placed on Hufflepuff's desk. He knew that it was one of Lord Voldemort's Soul Vessels, but he had not observed it carefully. He was not sure what the Golden Chalice had to do with the Homestead of the House-Elf …
However, Elwyn knew where Hufflepuff's Golden Chalice was.
After Lord Voldemort made it into a Soul Vessel, he gave the Golden Chalice to Bellatrix and Lestrange. Lestrange kept it, just like how he gave Liddell's diary to Lucius Malfoy for safekeeping. Bellatrix was much more loyal than Malfoy. She hid the gold cup in her Gringotts vault, which was a troublesome place.
Because no matter if it was Lestrange or those pixies, they would not cooperate with Elwyn and take out the Golden Chalice.
Therefore, to get the Golden Chalice, he had to break into Gringotts and take it himself. Elwyn originally planned to take it last.
If the Golden Chalice really had specific information about the Homestead of the House-Elf, then he would have to put infiltrating Gringotts on the agenda.
In the room, just as Hepzba finished speaking, Lord Voldemort made a suitable response. He put on a look of great interest in the treasure that Hepzba mentioned, but did not make one feel alarmed or disgusted. He said softly, "I will be happy to see anything that Miss Hepzba shows me."
Hepzba giggled like a little girl again, looking at Lord Voldemort dotingly.
"I asked Hao Qi to take it out. Hao Qi, where are you? I want to show Mister Liddell our best treasure. Hmm, let's just bring both … "
"Here it is, madam," piped the house-elf.
In the distance, two stacked leather boxes seemed to be floating over on their own.
Elwyn knew that it was because the tiny elf was carrying them between tables, chairs, and cushions.
"Alright!" Hepzba said happily. She took the box from the elf and placed it on her lap, ready to open the one on top. Then, she stopped and looked at Lord Voldemort with a smile. "You'll like it, Tom. Oh, if my relatives know that I showed it to you, they'll come and take it away immediately!"
Under the "encouragement" of the Lord Voldemort, she opened the box.
Elwyn and Harry leaned forward. There was a golden cup in the box.
It was dark gold in color and had two delicate handles. This was it, Hufflepuff's golden cup. It was exactly the same as the one in Elwyn's memory, but he couldn't see anything special about it. Hepzba hadn't taken it out of the box yet, so the golden cup was mostly hidden by the box.
"Do you know what this is, Tom? Take it and take a good look at it! "Hepzba said softly.
Lord Voldemort stretched out his slender fingers, pinched one of the handles, and lifted the cup from the soft satin cushion. His black eyes seemed to flash with a red light. The greedy expression was strangely reflected on Hepzba's face, but her small eyes were fixed on Lord Voldemort's handsome face, so she ignored it.
This stupid old woman, she doesn't know what she's doing!
Elwyn moved closer, found a suitable position, and carefully observed the golden cup in Lord Voldemort's hand.
The cup was carved with exquisite symbolic carvings, and this pattern was …
"Badger," Lord Voldemort mumbled, debating the carvings on the cup. "This is …"
"Helga? Hufflepuff, you're good at it, smart child! " Said Hepzibah, leaning forward and pinching his hollow cheek. Her bodice gave a loud creak. "Didn't I tell you I was a distant descendant of Hufflepuff?" she said triumphantly. "Didn't I tell you I was a distant descendant of Hufflepuff? This thing has been passed down in my family for many, many years. It's beautiful, isn't it? It's said that it has all kinds of magic, but I haven't really tried it. I just keep it here. "
At this time, Lord Voldemort turned the cup upside down. Elwyn noticed that there was a pattern at the bottom of the cup.
This pattern was different from the carvings on the cup. It looked like an inscription, or …
Before Elwyn could take a closer look, Hepzba hooked the cup back from Lord Voldemort's slender index finger. She was so focused on putting it back in its original position that she didn't notice the shadow that flitted across Lord Voldemort's face when the cup was taken back.
Ignoring the two of them, Elwyn turned to look at Dumbledore thoughtfully. He had some guesses about the information contained in the golden cup, but he wasn't sure yet.
Dumbledore smiled and gestured for him to continue watching.
Because she had just shown off her treasure to Lord Voldemort, Hepzba was still proud of herself. She said happily, "Okay, okay, where's Hao Qi? Oh, here. Take it away, Hao Qi. "
The elf obediently took the box with the cup in it. Hepzba turned her attention to Lord Voldemort.
"Tom, what do you think of this treasure?"
"It's very precious," Lord Voldemort said softly.
"Yes, it's my family heirloom. But I think you'll like the next one better, Tom." Hepzba said as she picked up the flat box on her lap. "Come closer, closer, my dear child. Look carefully. Of course, Bork knows I have this. I bought it from him. It cost me a lot, but it's worth it. I'm sure he'll want it back after I die … "
She undid the delicate gold wire clasp and opened the lid. There was a heavy golden locket on the crimson velvet cushion.
This time, Lord Voldemort didn't wait for an invitation. He picked up the locket and held it up to the light to look at it carefully.
Oh, this thing was Slytherin's locket. Its rarity and importance are beyond doubt. The locket belonged to Salazar Salazar. The locket was one of the four items left behind by Slytherin. The magic on it had helped Elwyn many times. Even Ramses II said it was not simple.
Of course, it was also very important to other pure-blood wizards, as it could be used to prove the nobility of their bloodline.
This was especially true for Lord Voldemort, because it should have belonged to his family.
"The Mark of Slytherin," Lord Voldemort said softly. A gorgeous, snake-shaped S flashed in the light.
He looked very focused, and a red light flashed in his black eyes. He seemed to have forgotten to hide his greedy expression.
But he didn't have to worry at all. Hepzba had once again neglected these details.
At this moment, she saw Lord Voldemort staring at her small golden box, attracted by Slytherin's locket. He was obviously very happy. "Oh, right! I paid a lot for this, but I can't miss it. I must add it to my collection. Let me tell you, Tom, Bork bought it from a poor woman. I guess she stole it and didn't know its true value … "
When she said this, the red light in Lord Voldemort's eyes became more obvious. Even his knuckles, which were holding the small golden box, turned white.
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