Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan looks at Hepzbah with a focus, is she going to take out the golden cup?!

Hufflepuff's Golden Cup, Dumbledore reminds him to pay special attention.

Back to Hogwarts two times a millennium ago, Ivan had seen the golden cup up close. It was placed on Hecky Patch's desk. He also knew that it was one of Voldemort's soul tools, but did not observe it carefully, and did not know much about the relationship between the golden cup and the home of the elves...

But Ivan does know where Hufflepuff's golden cup is right now.

After being made by Voldemort, he handed over the golden cup to Bellatrix Lestrange for safekeeping, just as he handed over Riddle's diary to Lucius Malfoy for safekeeping. Bellatrix was much more loyal than Malfoy, who hid the golden cup in her own Gulf Palace vault, a troublesome place.

Because neither Lestrange himself nor the fairies would work with Ivan to get the golden cup out of there in pain.

So, to get the golden cup, you have to break into Gu Ling's stock and take it yourself, and Ivan was going to put it in the end and take it away.

If there really is specific information on the home of the Elvish on the Golden Cup, then diving into the Palace will be put on a specific schedule.

In the room, as soon as Hepzpah's voice went down, Voldemort responded appropriately, making a look of interest in what Hepzpah said about the baby, but not alarming or disgusting, and he said softly, "I would love to see anything that Miss Hepzpah showed me. ”

Hepzpah giggled like a little girl again and looked at Voldemort in a spoiled manner.

“I asked Hoki to take it out, Hoki, where are you? I'm going to show Mr. Riddle our best baby, well, why don't you bring both...”

“Here it is, ma'am.” The Elvish spirits said.

In the distance, two leather boxes tucked together, as if they were floating automatically.

Ivan knew it was because a tiny little elf was holding them and walking between tables, loungers and cushions.

“Okay!” Hepzba said happily, taking the box from the elf, resting it on his knees, ready to open the one above, then she stopped again and looked at Voldemort with a smile, "You'll love it, Tom. Oh, if my relatives knew I let you see it, they'd take it right away! ”

In Voldemort's smile "Encourage” she opened the box.

Ivan and Harry were all packed forward with a golden cup in the box.

It is all dark gold and has two delicate ear handles. This is it, Hecky Patch's golden cup, which is exactly what Ivan remembers, but he can't see anything special about the golden cup, and Hepzpah hasn't taken it out of the box, and most of the golden cup is covered in the box.

“Do you know what this is, Tom? Take it and take a good look!” Hepzba said softly.

Voldemort stretches out his elongated fingers, pinches the handles on one side, and takes the cup from the soft satin pad. His black eyes seemed to flash red, and that greedy expression was strangely reflected in Hepzbah's face, except that her little eyes were staring at Voldemort's handsome face and ignoring them.

This stupid old woman, she has no idea what she's doing!

Ivan comes closer, finds the right spot, and carefully observes Voldemort's golden cup.

The cup is beautifully engraved symbolically, this pattern is...

“Badger.” Voldemort debated the sculpture on the cup, murmuring, “This is...”

“Helga Hecky, you're good, smart kid!” Hepzbah leaned over and pinched his depressed cheek, her chest squeaking loudly, and she was proud to say, "Didn't I tell you I was a distant descendant of Hecky Patch? It's been in my house for years. It's beautiful, isn't it? They say there's all kinds of magic out there, but I haven't tried much, and I just put it in here. ”

At this point, Voldemort turned the cup upside down and Ivan noticed that there was also a pattern at the bottom of the cup.

This pattern is different from the sculpture on the cup, as if it were an insignia, and as if...

Evan hadn't looked closely, and Hepzba hooked the cup back from Voldemort's long, thin index finger and focused on embedding it back where it belonged. He didn't see the shadow that had swept over Voldemort's face when the cup was retrieved.

Ignoring both of them, Ivan turned to Dumbledore and, if he had thought about it, he had speculated about the information contained in the golden cup, but could not be sure.

Dumbledore smiled, indicating that he would continue to watch.

Because she had just shown Voldemort her precious, Hepzpah was still proud of herself, and she was happy to say, "Okay, okay, where's Hawkeye? Oh, here, take it away, Hoki. ”

Pokémon obediently picked up the box containing the cup, and Hepzbah's attention turned to Voldemort.

“Tom, what do you think of this baby? ”

“Very precious.” Voldemort softly said.

“Yeah, this is my heirloom, but I think you're gonna love this next one, Tom.” Hepzbah said, picking up the flattened box on his knees, "Closer, closer, dear child, look closely. Of course, Bok knows I have this, I bought it from him, it cost a lot, but it's worth it, I bet when I die he'll want to take it back...”

She unbuckled the fine gold wire buckle, opened the box lid, and lay on a dark red velvet liner in a small golden pendant box in Burma.

Voldemort reached out without waiting for an invitation this time to pick up the little pendant box and look in the light.

Oh, this thing is Slytherin's pendant box. Its preciousness and importance are undoubtedly one of the four items left behind by Salazar Slytherin, whose magic has helped Ivan many times, and even Ramses II says it's not easy.

And of course, this thing means a lot to other pureblood wizards, and it can be used to prove the nobility of blood.

This is especially true of Voldemort, who should have belonged to his family.

“Slytherin's mark.” Voldemort said softly that there was a gorgeous, snake-shaped S in the light.

His expression was focused, his dark eyes flashed a little red, and his greedy expression seemed to have forgotten to hide.

But he had nothing to worry about, and Hepzba ignored those details once again.

At this moment, she was obviously very happy to see Voldemort staring at her little gold box, attracted to Slytherin's pendant box, "Yes! I paid a lot for this, but I can't miss it, so make sure to add it to my collection. Told you, Tom, Burke bought it from a cold, sour woman. I guess that woman probably stole it and didn't even know its true value...”

When she said this, the red light in Voldemort's eyes became more visible, and even his finger joints around the little gold box chain became white.

Ivan looked into Voldemort's eyes, and this was a whole new discovery. Normal people's eyes don't flash red light, this is an external manifestation of some magic, interesting, very interesting, what kind of dark magic did he use on his body to make himself this way?!