Jane, Neville, and Hermione went to their session with Professor Dumbledore, to find Professor Trawlany complaining. Professor Dumbledore ordered her to leave, because Neville and Jane had an appointment, and she reluctantly did.
"I hope it's okay that we brought Hermione," Neville said. "She and I retrieved the memory together, after taking the liquid luck she won in potions class, so I wouldn't have been able to do it without her."
Hermione handed the bottle to Professor Dumbledore, who took it with a smile.
"Great! She can sit in. I have two more memories to show you, and then we'll get to this one. The first one came from a very old house-elf by the name of Hokey. Before we see what Hokey witnessed, I must first recount how Voldemort left Hogwarts."
He reached his seventh year, with top grades, and as Head Boy. Everyone expected great things from him. He ended up asking to remain at Hogwarts as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, probably because he considered Hogwarts his home, and wanted power over young witches and wizards, but he was told he was too young for the position.
He ended up working up Borgin and Burkes. He sometimes got sent to persuade people to part with their treasures and sell them.
They then went into the pensive and were soon watching an overweight woman named Hepzibah Smith, with Hokey. Hokey led the person at the door into the room, and he was Voldemort, and he made his way through the cluttered room as though he had been there before. When he got to Hepzibah, he bowed to her and kissed her hand, and then presented her with flowers.
"Mr. Burke would like to make an improved offer for the goblin-made armor. Five hundred galleons he feels is more than fair –"
"Now, now, not so fast, or I'll think you're only here for my trinkets!"
"I am ordered here because of them. I am only a poor assistant, madam, who must do as he is told. Mr. Burke wishes me to enquire –"
"Oh, Mr. Burke, phooey! I've got something to show you that I've never shown Mr. Burke! Can you keep a secret, Matomorvool? Will you promise you won't tell Mr. Burke I've got it? He'd never let me rest if he knew I'd shown it to you, and I'm not selling, not to Mr. Burke, not to anyone! But you, Matomorvool, you'll appreciate it for its history, not how many galleons you can get from it …"
"I'd be glad to see anything Miss Hepzibah shows me."
She giggled. "I had Hokey bring it out for me … Hokey, where are you? I want to show Mr. Riddle our finest treasure … in fact, bring both while you're at it …"
Poor Hokey struggled to carry the two boxes to her, but she made it.
Hepzibah happily took the boxes, set them in her lap, and opened the top one. "Now, I think you'll like this, Matomorvool … oh, if my family knew I was showing you … they can't wait to get their hands on this!"
She opened the lid, to reveal a small golden cup, with handles. "I wonder if you know what this is, Matomorvool. Pick it up, have a good look!"
He did. "A badger," he murmured. Then this way …. ?"
"Helga Hufflepuff's, as you very well know, you clever boy!" She leaned forward and pinched his cheek. "Didn't I tell you I was distantly descended? This has been handed down in my family for years and years. Lovely, isn't it? And all sorts of powers it's supposed to possess, too, but I haven't tested them thoroughly. I just keep it nice and safe here in here …" She took the cup from Voldemort and put it back in its box. Once it was safely in its box, she called Hokey, who took it away.
"I think you'll like this one, even more, Matomorvool. Lean in a little, dear boy, so you can see … of course, Burke knows I've got this one, I bought it from him, and I daresay he'd love to get it back when I'm gone …" She opened the box to reveal a heavy golden locket.
Voldemort reached it and grabbed it, without invitation, and held it up to the light. "Slytherin mark," he said, as the light shined upon the serpentine S.
"That's right! I had to pay arm and leg for it, but I couldn't let it pass, not a real treasure like that, had to have it for my collection. Burke bought it, apparently, from a ragged-looking woman, who seemed to have stolen it, but had no idea of its true value."
Voldemort tightened his grip on the chain.
Jane didn't normally notice people's eyes, but she couldn't help but notice that there was something wrong with Voldemort's.
Hepzibah took it from him and put it away. "So there you are, Matomorvool, dear. I hope you enjoyed that!" She looked at him, for a bit. "Are you all right, dear?"
"Oh, yes."
Professor Dumbledore brought them back.
"Hepzibah Smith died two days after that little scene," Professor Dumbledore explained. "Hokey the house-elf was convicted by the Ministry of Magic of poisoning her mistress's evening cocoa by accident."
"No way!" Hermione yelled, angrily.
Jane and Neville nodded in agreement.
"I see we are all of one mind," Professor Dumbledore said. "Certainly there are many similarities between this death and that of the Riddles."
Apparently, poor Hokey was thrown in Azkaban. Matomorvool resigned from his job, before Hepzibah's relatives realized that her two most important treasures were gone, and nobody saw him for a long time.