v2 Chapter 1490： Gold cup (1/2)

”In short, Armando refused Voldemort's application to teach the defense of the Dark Arts.” Dumbledore said, ”After the application was rejected, he went to the Bojin-Boke store, and all the faculty who appreciated him said it was a pity, that one The talented young wizard went to be a clerk. But Voldemort was not just an ordinary clerk. He was very polite, handsome and clever, and soon got a special job that only Bojin-Boke had. This is known to you. The store specializes in magic items that refuse to have specific or valuable properties. Voldemort was sent to persuade others to hand over the treasures to the store for sale. It is said that he is particularly good at this.”

”I believe it!” said Harry.

”I believe, but this is where we should be careful, Professor.” Ai Wen said, just because he knew too much about what Voldemort was good at and the terrible things, he never trusted the guy in the ring, if Dumbled. Lido plans to do something with Riddell, fifteen, and it is best to be careful.

Now Voldemort has gained a powerful magical power, but has lost the power of disguise and devotion.

Riddle, who is fifteen years old in the ring, does not. His strength is very weak, but he is very good at confusing others.

”Yeah, yeah, I will pay attention!” Dumbledore said with a slight smile. ”Now, you should listen to the memory of the family elf Hao Qi. Her master is a very old, very The rich witch, named Hepzba Smith.”

Dumbledore said that he poured the memory from the crystal bottle he had just taken into the meditation basin.

”Come on, you go ahead, Ivan, pay attention to the gold cup we will see.”

Gold Cup? Hufflepuff's Gold Cup? ! Voldemort another soul device? !

Is the specific location of the home elf home, and what is the relationship with the Jinbei?

With all sorts of doubts, Ai Wen entered the meditation basin.

He turned his head and fell in the dark void, and fell into a living room.

Ai Wen saw in front of him a very fat, fat old lady wearing a delicate **** wig, and a gorgeous pink robes spread around her, making her look like a melt. Ice cream cake.

She was facing a small mirror inlaid with jewels, using a large puff to coat the already red cheeks with rouge.

One is probably the world's thinnest and oldest house elf. She is wearing a pair of tight-fitting satin buckles on the old lady's fat feet. She is probably the domestic elf Hao Qi.

”Come on, Hao Qi!” Hepzba said arbitrarily. ”He said that at four o'clock, it was only two minutes. He has never been late.”

She put away the puff, and the domestic elf straightened up, and her head went to the cushion of Hepzba. The paper-like skin hung on the skeleton like the fine linen robes on her body.

”How am I?” Hepzba asked, turning his head and admiring the faces in her mirror from all angles.

”It's beautiful, ma'am.” Hao Qi screamed.

It was awkward to raise the elf. She had to lie on her back when she returned to this question, because Hepzba Smith was far from beautiful, but she obviously would not tolerate other answers from her house elf.

Ivan guessed that perhaps this kind of torture is the main reason why Hao Qi looks so thin and so old.

You know, the house elf is not good at lying, especially when facing the owner, but at this moment, Hao Qi has to lie...