Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J.K. Rowling

J.K. Rowling
HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE
where he had gone; they were as surprised as anyone at his disappearance.
And that was the last that was seen or heard of Tom Riddle for a very long
time.
“Now,” said Dumbledore, “if you don’t mind, Harry, I want to pause once
more to draw your attention to certain points of our story. Voldemort had
committed another murder; whether it was his first since he killed the
Riddles, I do not know, but I think it was. This time, as you will have seen,
he killed not for revenge, but for gain. He wanted the two fabulous trophies
that poor, besotted, old woman showed him. Just as he had once robbed the
other children at his orphanage, just as he had stolen his Uncle Morfin’s
ring, so he ran off now with Hepzibah’s cup and locket.”
“But,” said Harry, frowning, “it seems mad... Risking everything, throwing
away his job, just for those...”
“Mad to you, perhaps, but not to Voldemort,” said Dumbledore. “I hope
you will understand in due course exactly what those objects meant to him,
Harry, but you must admit that it is not difficult to imagine that he saw the
locket, at least, as rightfully his.”
“The locket maybe,” said Harry, “but why take the cup as well?”
“It had belonged to another of Hogwarts’s founders,” said Dumbledore.
“I think he still felt a great pull toward the school and that he could not resist
an object so steeped in Hogwarts history. There were other reasons, I think
I hope to be able to demonstrate them to you in due course.
“And now for the very last recollection I have to show you, at least until
you manage to retrieve Professor Slughorn’s memory for us. Ten years separate
Hokey’s memory and this one, ten years during which we can only
guess at what Lord Voldemort was doing.”
Harry got to his feet once more as Dumbledore emptied the last memory
into the Pensieve.
“Whose memory is it?” he asked. “Mine,” said Dumbledore.
And Harry dived after Dumbledore through the shifting silver mass, landing
in the very office he had just left. There was Fawkes slumbering happily
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