"Hurry up, Hao Qi!" Hepzba said tyrannically, "He said he would come at four o'clock, only two minutes, he has never been late..."

She put away the puff. The house elf straightened her waist and her head was on the cushion of Hepzba's chair, and her paper-like skin hung on the skeleton like the thin linen robe she wore.

Of course Harry didn't know the old woman, but he always felt that the old woman's eyebrows were very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere - Harry subconsciously hated the old woman.

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

"It's very beautiful, madam." Hao Qi said sharply.

Harry could only speculate that Hao Qi's contract requires her to lie when answering this question, because in his opinion, Hepzba Smith is far from beautiful.

Wait, Smith?

Harry looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

Dumbledore guessed what he was thinking. "Do you think Hepzba looks familiar? I think you must know Zacharice Smith, and they are related by blood..."

When the doorbell rang, the old woman and the house elf all jumped up.

"Quick, hurry, he's here, Hao Qi!" Hepzba shouted, and the elf ran out of the house. The house was very crowded, and it was impossible to imagine that someone could pass through the room without knocking down at least a dozen things. The cabinets displaying painted boxes, shelves of books filled with gold-plated books, shelves of large and large astral bodies and astrological qualities, and many lush plants growing in bronze vessels. The room looked like a pieced together by a magic antique shop and a greenhouse.

The elf came back in a moment, followed by a tall young man, and Harry recognized it as Voldemort. He was wearing a black suit, and he looked more handsome than his father when he was younger. He walked carefully through the crowded room, which seemed to have been here many times, then bent down low and touched Hepzba's fat hand with his lips.

"I brought you flowers." He whispered, and a bouquet of roses appeared in his hand.

"You naughty kid, you shouldn't be like this!" Old Hepzba screamed, but Harry noticed that she had prepared an empty vase on a small table next to her. "You spoiled me, the old lady, Tom... sit down, sit down... Where is Hao Qi...ah..."

The house elf rushed into the house with a plate of small pastries and placed the plate at the hostess' elbow.

"Eat whatever you want, Tom," said Hepzba, "I know you like my pastry very much. How are you? Your face is a little pale. Bock used you too hard, I've said a hundred times."

Hepzba giggled, "I want me to say, Richard really doesn't know what he thought. A young man as good as you would send you to Bok's greedy store. You should go to some more room for development, rather than working for the black-hearted businessman like now."

Voldemort smiled mechanically and said, "Madam, I think Mr. Richard's arrangement is very suitable for me. Mr. Bock is a well-informed person. I can learn a lot for him and meet many people, such as you, beautiful lady."

The old woman was almost laughing, "Tom, you are so good at speaking. I am already an old lady."

“Time will only add to your intellectual beauty.”

Harry felt nauseous. He couldn't say such unwilling words of praise to an old lady with wrinkles on her face.

"Hey, what's the excuse to see me this time?" she asked with her eyelashes blinking.

"That pair of fairy armor, Mr. Bock came up with a higher price, five hundred gallon, he thought it was fair enough-"

"Oh, oh, don't be so anxious, otherwise I would think you came just for my stuff!" Hepzba said with a pout.

"I was sent for them," said Voldemort softly, "I am just a little clerk, madam, and can only listen to people's orders. In addition, Mr. Richard asked me to ask-"

"Mr. Bock, bah! Mr. Richard, bah!" Hepzba said, and his little hand waved, "I want to show you something that Mr. Bock had never seen before! If he saw it, he would buzz around my ears like a fly. Richard just cares about the locket, and I will show it to you, but you have to promise not to tell them that these two guys just want to stare at other people's treasures. Tom, do you want to see?"

"I'd love to see anything Miss Hepzba showed me." Voldemort said softly, and Hepzba giggled like a little girl again.

"It's time to go, Harry." Dumbledore said softly, grabbing Harry's arm, and walked through a void together, and rose back to the principal's office.

"Principal, you haven't finished reading it yet," said Harry.

"There is nothing next. The memory of the house elf is blurred and there is no way to see anything. He was moved by magic.

"What?"

"Because except for a vicious murder, Hepzba is dead." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!