Slughorn's brow furrowed, "Harry, you probably got some false hint from Dumbledore, Jack has no interest in that memory at all......"

"So you admit to having a copy of the memories that Mr. Richard gave you?" Harry said.

"Harry, you have too many questions, you should-"

Just as Slughorn was about to send Harry away, a voice came from behind them.

"Professor Slughorn, what are you doing outside the castle so late?"

"Looks like he's here, sir." Harry looked very calm, "Maybe we can ask him for his opinion in person?" ”

It was Silver, who was dressed and looked like he had just returned from outside.

"Professor Flitwick asked me to go to Hogsmeade to do some errands, I came back a little late today, but Potter, are you going to talk to Professor Slughorn here so late?"

"I've been asked by Professor Dumbledore to borrow something?" Harry said calmly, the elixir that kept him calm in front of Silver.

"Borrow something?" Silver raised an eyebrow, "Why didn't Dumbledore ask Professor Slughorn to borrow it himself?" I remember he had been to Hogwarts the other day. ”

"Because this thing is a little sensitive, it's still Silver's thing."

"What's in my house?" Silver repeated, looking at Professor Slughorn with some blankness.

"A memory of your great-grandfather, to be exact, which Dumbledore thought was important, but your great-grandfather gave it to Professor Slughorn before his death." Harry said.

"It's not surprising, Potter." "Many wizards store their memories for their friends or descendants, and if they give them to Professor Slughorn, it means that the memories are only for Professor Slughorn. Even ministers do not have the right to access anything that is suspected of personal privacy. ”

"What if this memory has anything to do with Voldemort?"

Hearing Harry say the name without hesitation, both Silver and Slughorn frowned.

"Harry. It's best not to call that person by name. Silver said.

"Everybody says that, but I haven't died after saying it for so many years."

"You don't always have that kind of luck, Potter." Silver shook his head impatiently. "Looks like Dumbledore gave you a death order."

He turned to Slughorn, "Sir, if it's not very important, give that memory to Potter." We have to satisfy the minister's curiosity as much as possible. ”

"Well, since it's what Dumbledore meant, it's useless for me to hide it." Slughorn sighed, "That memory bottle was destroyed by me a long time ago, and I can only give you the memory I saw." Harry. ”

"As long as it's that memory, sir."

Slowly, slowly, Slughorn reached into his pocket, drew his wand, and with his other hand pulled out a small, empty bottle from his cloak. Still staring into Harry's eyes, he pressed the tip of his wand to his temple before pulling it away. The tip of the staff brought out a long wisp of silver-like memory. It grew longer and longer, and finally broke, silver gleaming across the tip of the staff. Slughorn put it in the bottle and rolled up the silver thread. Then it unfolded, swirling like gas. He tightened the cap with a trembling hand and handed it to Harry.

"This memory doesn't really matter, I don't think it's going to help you deal with that guy." Slughorn said in a rather odd tone. "I probably know Dumbledore's speculation, but I can only tell you that he was wrong."

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Harry could feel the potion of the elixir wear off, and he returned to the castle. The door was unlocked, but on the fourth floor he ran into Peeves and hurried into a nearby passage. It was not discovered. When he walked up to the portrait of the fat lady and ripped off the invisibility cloak, he found that her love affair was very bad for him, but he was not surprised.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"I'm so sorry - I have something important to go out of-"

"I changed my password in the middle of the night, and you can only sleep in the hallway."

"Just kidding!" Harry said, "Why change the password in the middle of the night?" ”

"That's it," said the fat lady, "I always change my order in the middle of the night." ”

Could this be a side effect of taking the Elixir? Harry thought sadly that he might have to spend the night in the hallway or in Filch's office.

"I'm going to Professor Dumbledore, you shouldn't do that." Harry said to the Fat Lady.

"Hah, then you can go and find it, if he's still at Hogwarts." The fat lady said disdainfully.

"Actually, Dumbledore was at school right now, and he came back an hour ago."

Nick, who was almost headless, floated towards Harry, his head still wobbling on his ruffled collar.

"I heard Barrow the Bloody Man say, and he saw it. Barrow said that Dumbledore seemed to be in a good mood, but he was a little tired, and of course, as a minister, he had to come to school by himself......"

"Where is he?" Harry clenched the glass bottle in his hand.

"Oh, hum and chirp on the Astronomy Tower. It's his favorite pastime—"

"It's not Barrow the Bloody, I'm asking Dumbledore!"

"Oh—in his office," said Nick, "and according to Barrow, he has something to do before he goes to bed—"

"Yes, that's right," Harry turned around and ran at the thought of telling Dumbledore that he had made a memory. The fat lady shouted from behind.

"Come back! I lied to you! I'm mad that you woke me up! The password is still 'tapeworm'! ”

But Harry had already run away, and in a few minutes he was already saying "Toll's Finger Cake" to Dumbledore's stone monster. The monster jumped to the side, allowing Harry to walk up the spiral staircase.

"Come in." Harry knocked on the door and heard Dumbledore speak, his voice looking exhausted.

Harry pushed the door open.

"Ah, Harry," Dumbledore said in surprise, "is there anything wrong with this late hour?" ”

"Sir—I got it, I got the memory."

Harry pulled out a small glass bottle and showed it to Dumbledore. A smile spread across Dumbledore's face.

"Harry, this is exciting news! It's amazing! I know you can do it! ”

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"You shouldn't have persuaded me to hand over that memory, it should be a secret."

"A secret that is known is not a secret, especially in my opinion it is nothing. Everybody has done stupid things like that, wasn't Dumbledore himself as crazy when he was younger? Since Dumbledore wants to know, let him know and satisfy his curiosity as much as possible. (To be continued......)