Chapter 1139 (1/2)
”It's a little hard to accept, isn't it?” Van Lim looks at Voldemort with fright.
He thought that he had already understood, overestimated and respected Voldemort, but Voldemort still broke the stereotype of Voldemort.
Voldemort was strong, cold, and almost all negative, while Tom Riedel, when he was young, could imagine being polite, good at grades, high enough in EQ, and now, blind and hypocritical.
Oh, yes, Voldemort has always been hypocritical. It's just a white lie to make old hyacinth happy.
”You naughty little boy, you don't have to do that!” Old heptesba shriveled her throat in protest, but her expression was very helpful, but Fanlin saw that she had already put an empty vase on the nearest table.
It must be admitted that this is a good way not to define beauty or ugliness, which Voldemort has done very successfully without adding personal emotions.
”You've spoiled my old lady, Tom - sit down - where's Hodge? Ah -- ”cried old haphazpa. The house elf had already jumped back into the room with a small plate of cake in her hand, and she put it at the hostess's elbow.
”Please use it, Tom,” said haphazpa. ”I know how much you like my cake. So, now, how are you doing? You look paler than before. They're making you do too much work in that damn store, and I've said it a hundred times -- ”
Tom Riddle's stylized smile, but it didn't affect the mood of haphazardz, who was laughing wildly.
”Well, what's your excuse for coming this time?” She asked, flashing her eyelashes.
”Mr. Bok is willing to offer a more reasonable price for goblin armor,” Voldemort said. ”500 garonnes, he thinks the price is more fair -”
”Hey, hey, don't be so fast, I think you're here just for my little collection!” Hippophae pursed her lips.
To tell you the truth, it's a bit scary. Van Lin thinks he needs a little time to adapt to such changes
”I was ordered to come here for this,” Voldemort said quietly. ”I'm just a little assistant. I have to behave. Mr. Bok asked me to ask -- ”
” Oh, Mr. Bok, Pooh! ” Haphazpa waved his short hand. ”Leave him alone, that damned fellow. I have something to show you, Tom. I never told that Mr. Bok! Can you keep a secret, Tom? Can you swear you won't tell Mr. Bok that I have this thing? If he knew I showed you this, he would never let me live. I'm not going to sell it, not to Mr. Bok, not to anyone! But you, Tom, you're going to have a chance to appreciate it and admire its history, rather than just thinking about making a few dollars out of it. ”
”I'd love to see anything that miss heptensbar shows me,” Tom Riddle said quietly, with another girlish laugh.
For a moment, Harry had a cold war, but the long memory let Harry quickly grasp the point.
”I asked Hodge to get it - where are you, Hodge? I'm going to show Mr. Riedel our best treasures - by the way, both, since you're there - ”
” here you are, ma'am, ”the house elf shrieked. Fanlin saw two leather boxes stacked up and down across the room, as if they had long feet. Of course, he knew that it was the skinny elf walking with the box above his head, carefully crossing the table all the way Son, couch and footstool.
”Now,” he said cheerfully, taking the box from the house elf and putting it on his knee, ready to open the top one. ”I think you'll like it, Tom Oh, if my family knew I'd show you They're going to cover it right away
She opened the lid. Harry moved forward a little bit to get a better view. He saw a little gold cup shaped object with two delicate handles on it.
Van Lim, he knows what this is, and if it's right, it should now lie quietly in the gringo safe in Bellatrix.
”I don't know if you recognize it, Tom? Pick it up and have a good look at it He said in a low voice, very proud.
Tom Riedel reached out his slender hand and took one of the handles of the gold cup and lifted it out of the silk liner.
Harry thought he saw a red flash in Voldemort's black eyes. His greedy expression should have been seen by hebozba, but her little eyes were fixed on Voldemort's handsome face.
Oh, Tom is very handsome. He perfectly inherits all the good looks of his father and mother.
At least Tom could do it when he was young, when he didn't become Voldemort.
”A badger,” murmured Tom Riddle, looking at the carving on the glass. ”So, this is
”It's herga hefpaff's stuff. You're right. What a smart boy!” 'the tights creak, and she's going to get to his skinny face, 'he said.”I didn't tell you that I got it from an ancestor? It's passed down from generation to generation in the family. It's lovely, isn't it? It is said that it has all kinds of power, but I have not thoroughly checked them. I just keep it carefully, and it is safe here... ”
She took the cup off Tom's slender index finger and put it gently and carefully into the box. She placed the glass so that it was fully seated, not noticing that Voldemort's face was darkening as the cup was taken back.
”And now,” said haphazpa happily, ”well, where's Hodge? Oh, there you are - take it away, Hodge
The house elf obediently took the box with the cup. He focused his attention on the flat box on his knee.
And van Lin noticed that Tom's eyes were very reluctant, if possible, Fanlin suspected that Tom would suddenly burst out and dispose of everyone.
Tom had the ability, and Fanlin had never doubted it. He had done it several times.
However, obviously, it is impossible now. At least bock knew that he came here, which was different from that of muffin. There were too many people involved.
Heptesba was so absorbed in Tom's beauty that he was unaware of all this.
”I'm sure you'll like this better, Tom.” 'murmured haphazpa. ”Come along, dear little boy, you will see Of course, bok knows that I have this thing. I bought it from him. I dare say he would like to take it back. Once I die... ”
She pulled the smooth ribbon and opened the lid. On the purple velvet lay a heavy box gold chain pendant. Voldemort held out his hand, picked it up without waiting for the invitation, and held it up to the bright place to stare at it.