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Didn't he despise Ms. Gray for being such a big ghost, and she could still coax Riddle, who was only a teenager at the time, into a circle.

Instead, the place name Albania seemed familiar.

"Wait! When we were buying information from Bock during the day, he mentioned that Riddle told him that he had already been to Albania!"

Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

"So, it is very possible that before he came to work here in Burke, he had already obtained the Ravenclaw diadem and made it into a Horcrux with the help of information from Ms. Grey."

"Whether it's Hufflepuff's golden cup or Ravenclaw's crown, these are all very valuable things in the wizarding world."

"With Riddle's arrogant character, coupled with the two proven Horcruxes, the Gold Cup and the Crown, even if he makes other Horcruxes, he will definitely not choose ordinary items, even that diary. It also has special meaning to Riddle himself.”

As one of the top wizards in the entire magical world, Dumbledore has never lacked rationality while using emotional magic with unprecedented power, and he also has strong thinking and logical abilities.

Through these pieces of evidence, he clearly deduced the real purpose of Riddle choosing Borgin Burke's store to work.

"He wants to get in touch with those ancient magic items by working here, and then find items that are prestigious and worthy of his identity, and make them into Horcruxes!"

Sherlock also felt that this was very likely and the most reasonable explanation.

And Burke's memory is obviously not limited to the time when he first met Riddle.

The surrounding scenes dissipated, and soon a new scene appeared in front of Sherlock and the others.

It's still in Bojinbok's store, but the furnishings here have changed a bit compared to before.

Riddle, who was carefully cleaning the dust of magical antiques placed on the cabinet, was obviously more mature than the previous clip. Obviously, the time between these two memories was not short.

At this time, there was a sound of pushing the door.

A witch who looked about forty or fifty years old, plump and wearing a big dark purple wizard hat walked into the store.

Seeing her walking in, Riddle's face showed that smile that was indeed enough to fascinate many women.

"Welcome, Mrs. Smith."

The witch known as Mrs. Smith heard Riddle's voice and chuckled.

But the way she smiled didn't make anyone feel any heartbeat, just a feeling of fear.

But the expression on Riddle's face did not change at all, and his smile remained the same.

"You haven't been a guest at my house for a long time, Tom. I just prepared some tea today. Do you want to come and try it later?"

Riddle glanced with a somewhat embarrassed expression. At this moment, Bock happened to hear the noise and walked in from the back room, and then said.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith, I haven't got off work yet, but when I finish my work, I will be happy to accept your invitation."

Mrs. Smith, however, didn't seem to be able to wait at all to start spending time with Riddle. She turned to Bok with a straight face.

"You have been pestering me to sell your opal necklace before. I can resell it to you at a reasonable price! But now you have to give Tom a half-day holiday."

Bock, who encountered such a good thing for no reason, was naturally full of joy. Without any hesitation, he gave Riddle a half-day leave and let him leave with Mrs. Smith.

Watching the two uncoordinated figures, one tall and one short, one thin and one fat, leaving, Sherlock couldn't help but admire Voldemort a little.

He is really a ruthless person, not to mention Ms. Grave, the ghost in Hogwarts who has been around for almost a thousand years. At least that lady's appearance has been fixed since her death, and her temperament is noble and elegant.

Now he can even kill a witch like Mrs. Smith?

Not only Sherlock, but even Burke looked at the backs of Riddle and Mrs. Smith with very strange expressions on their faces.

And this memory was very brief. After Riddle and Mrs. Smith left the store together, the picture was broken again and then reassembled.

It’s still Bojinbok’s store.

Riddle was standing solemnly opposite Burke.

"I have decided, sir, that I have learned enough in the past few years of working here. Now I want to go out for a walk and take a look outside."

Bock had a look of regret on his face, and he tried to persuade him to stay.

"I can give you a higher salary, Tom. You are indeed very capable and manage my store in an orderly manner. If you leave, I will really not be used to it."

But it was clear that Riddle was determined to leave. No matter how Bock tried to persuade him to stay, he would resign.

In the end, Bock had no choice but to pay him his last salary of the month and let him leave.

After that, the picture was broken again, and this memory was actually simpler than the last one.

From the first time Burke saw Riddle to the last time he watched him leave, a total of three memories were played out in front of Sherlock and Dumbledore.

But none of them saw anything wrong.

Riddle did not steal anything from Bock's store, otherwise Bock would not have known about it afterwards. After hearing that Sherlock and the others claimed to be Riddle's nephews during the day, their first reaction should have been to seek compensation.

Sherlock frowned and asked in confusion.

"So that's just it? Did Burke keep this memory just because he was impressed that Riddle, a young wizard, would have such a close relationship with the witch Mrs. Smith?"

Dumbledore obviously didn't understand this either.

Not only did he think that Burke would not do such a boring thing, he also didn't think that Riddle's relationship with the witch named Mrs. Smith would be that simple.

In the future, will he become a person that the entire magical world dares not even name? Will he be a person who lives with rich women for money and wealth?

Just when both of them were puzzled by this, the silver light threads that had been wandering around after being broken suddenly began to condense again.

Sherlock and Dumbledore looked at each other, and they both saw the awe in the other's eyes.

A new scene formed in the darkness where they were, which meant that Bock's memory was not over yet!

This time it was a rainy morning.

The rain outside Bock's store was heavy, and the sound of "plop-plop-plop" could be clearly heard even inside the house.

In the store where only Bock was left, Bockin Bock sat blankly on the chair, holding a brand new Daily Prophet in his hand.

Sherlock and Dumbledore walked closer, and they both saw the headlines on the front page of the newspaper.

[The famous rich woman Hepzibah Smith was poisoned to death in her home, and the house elf Hao Qi confessed! 】

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