Chapter 362: Borgin and Burke's Memories

On the top layer of the cabinet, there is a row of glass bottles with silver memory threads. A glass bottle in the inner position floated out silently.

There is a label on the bottle with a name on it: Tom Riddle.

In the magic world, basically no one can prevent Sherlock's method. As long as he finds the right position and the room is not completely sealed, he can take things out of the room without alarming anyone.

With this ability, even if he becomes a big thief, he can become the thief king of the entire European magic world.

Following the narrow exit of the sewer, the bottle with silver threads fell into Sherlock's hands without any accident.

After getting the things, Dumbledore and Sherlock did not stay in Knockturn Alley for long.

Dumbledore directly summoned Fawkes, and then borrowed the special apparition of the phoenix to return to the principal's office.

Putting the stone basin that belonged to the former Hogwarts headmasters on the desk, Dumbledore used his wand to pull the silver thread in the glass bottle and put it into the Pensieve.

The next second, a silver-gray vortex appeared in the Pensieve.

Sherlock stared at the memory basin with some solemnity and asked.

"Is it possible that he will tamper with this memory?"

Dumbledore shook his head. He was an absolute master in this aspect, and his achievements in transfiguration were completely comparable.

"At least the memory we got is real. Maybe someone can tamper with it, but I won't be able to see it."

After confirming that it was safe, the two of them did not hesitate and entered the memory of the Pensieve together.

The surroundings were spinning, and when Sherlock and Dumbledore both stood firm, they appeared in the Borgin and Burke shop again.

This place was significantly different from when they came this morning.

The environment did not seem so dark, and many obviously not so normal magic items could be seen in the store.

The internal organs of unknown creatures, human arms, goblin ears, and the severed heads of house elves were placed openly next to the cabinet.

"In fact, I really want to know why you don't choose to join the Ministry of Magic, which has better prospects and treatment, but come to my unknown shop?"

The voice was from a young, ordinary-looking wizard. From his facial features and tone of voice, it can be vaguely seen that he looks the same in the future and in his old age.

This wizard, who looks at most in his thirties, is Borgin Burke more than fifty years ago.

"Since you are here, you should also know what kind of shop I am. I don't think an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts would be a fool to apply for a job and think of my place as an ordinary magic antique shop."

Sitting opposite Burke is a handsome boy.

He looks at most eighteen or nineteen years old, with a charming smile on his lips, and his black eyes are far deeper than his peers.

Whether it is Dumbledore or Sherlock, of course they can recognize who this boy is at a glance.

After all, Dumbledore had been his Transfiguration professor for seven years, and Sherlock had seen Tom in his student days during the year he was in the Chamber of Secrets.

Now that he had just graduated from Hogwarts, he was just a little less immature than the image in the diary.

"To be honest, Mr. Burke, I have no interest in those so-called generous treatment and high salaries."

Riddle said in a relaxed voice.

"Those are just the most superficial pursuits. What I want is knowledge, the knowledge that wizards need most. In other words, Mr. Burke, I want to get from you the knowledge that other jobs can't give me. Of course, I know very well that no knowledge is obtained for nothing. In return, I will work hard in your shop, and you only need to give me the salary needed to maintain my daily basic life."

He didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

Similarly, what Riddle asked for was indeed reasonable.

Compared with other jobs, what Borgin and Burke's can give him, but others can't, is only the knowledge about these ancient, ordinary or evil magic items.

Dumbledore, who was standing next to Sherlock, saw the job application and spoke softly with a thoughtful look.

"When I first learned that Riddle had worked in Burke's shop for a while, I was thinking, what exactly did he want?"

"If it is powerful black magic, there are many places more suitable than this shop in Knockturn Alley. Even if an informal antique shop really hides some mysterious black magic items, it is much more difficult to crack the magic on this item than to learn black magic directly."

"But now, maybe I can figure out the reason."

Sherlock also squinted his eyes, looking at Burke who happily accepted Riddle's job application in the face of his frank announcement, and guessed what Dumbledore wanted to say.

"Burke's shop is an antique shop... You mean, he came here to find the right items for himself to split his soul and make Horcruxes!"

Dumbledore said lightly.

"Riddle has always been a proud man. After learning from you that he took the Hufflepuff cup and made it into his own Horcrux, I conducted a special investigation on this aspect."

"Since he can defile the relics left by Hufflepuff, it is impossible for him to let go of the things left by other founders. And perhaps you don't know that Ms. Grey, the ghost of Ravenclaw, was actually the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw when she was alive."

Sherlock really didn't know this news.

Maybe this matter was mentioned in the original book, but how could he, who couldn't even remember the general plot clearly, remember such details?

"After you found the Hufflepuff Holy Grail, I found Ms. Grey and had a detailed talk with her. Although she kept it a secret from me at first, she told me everything she knew after I told her about the Horcrux."

"When Riddle was still at Hogwarts, he used his charm and conversation to successfully seduce this lady, and they became almost friends who could talk about anything."

"And Ms. Grey also revealed a secret to Riddle during a conversation. She said that she had stolen her mother Ravenclaw's diadem when she was alive, and also told him in detail the specific location of the hiding place."

"That location is in Albania."

When Sherlock heard this, he couldn't help but frowned.

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