Like Harry, Evan looked at Dumbledore curiously, wondering what he meant when he said that the ring had other uses.

This ring is a special Horcrux, and Evan knows what makes it special, but he doesn't know what its other uses are, whether it has something to do with the spell spell on Dumbledore's right hand?! Without much thought, the answer is yes, Dumbledore's right hand can't be like this for no reason.

So, what does it have to do with this ring......

Evan thought quickly, he remembered what fifteen-year-old Riddle had said before, that is, the process of fifteen-year-old Riddle being stripped from Voldemort's main soul, the world he entered, and the strange "Grim Reaper" he encountered, Evan felt as if he had caught something.

Riddle says that he had defeated the "Grim Reaper" at that time, so he was "rewarded", and the first soul appeared.

Evan speculated that the reason for the appearance of the "Grim Reaper" and the Horcruxes that Riddle saw was the magic left behind by Salazar Slytherin.

The magic left behind by Slytherin helped Riddle create a Horcrux, a Horcrux made up of the good thoughts in Riddle's soul.

It sounds a bit strange, but it's highly likely. Slytherin was familiar with Horcrux crafting methods, and he knew from Evan that he couldn't do nothing after a thousand years of what his only descendant, Voldemort, would do. With his character, it would be an extremely abnormal thing to do nothing.

In other words, since the magic spell on Dumbledore's right hand had to do with the ring, what he was currently doing had to do with Salazar Slytherin, or the Treasure Key left by Slytherin, or something else......

Evan thought along these lines, but Dumbledore, as before, wasn't going to explain. He poured the memories in the small crystal bottle he took out just now into the meditation basin, the whole process was not easy, because the memories in the small crystal bottle were different from what he had seen before, they seemed to be condensed together, could the memories also deteriorate?

"It's not long. After finally emptying the vial, Dumbledore said, "We'll be back in a moment, in a few minutes." ”

At Dumbledore's signal, Evan followed Harry into the meditation basin and fell into the silver surface again.

This time, they landed right in front of a person, and Evan recognized it almost immediately.

It was Horace Slughorn, the young and much more Slughorn professor. He was no longer bald, but instead had a thick, shiny yellow hair, as if he had a thick thatch on his head, but in the center of his head there was a bright bald spot the size of a golden gallon.

Also, his beard was not as much as it is now, it was ginger.

Slughorn's body wasn't as round as Evan was familiar with, but the gold buttons of the embroidered waistcoat were already quite tight.

But the panache was no different from now, resting on a large velvet cushion with one small foot, half-lying in a comfortable winged armchair, a small glass of wine in one hand, and a box of candied pineapples in the other.

Slughorn is quite good at enjoying it, he did it when he was younger.

Seconds later, Dumbledore appeared next to Evan and Harry, looking around with interest.

At this time, they were standing in Slughorn's office, and six or seven boys, all fifteen or sixteen years old, were sitting around Slughorn, and their chairs were all stiffer or shorter than his. Almost instantly, Evan recognized Tom Riddle in the crowd.

It didn't take much effort, because he was the most special temperament among this group of students, and it was difficult to ignore him.

For example, Riddle glows in this group of students, drawing everyone's gaze to it.

Generally speaking, only beautiful girls will have this effect.

Of course, if you have a good or beautiful boy's outfit like Riddle, you can do it......

Riddle's face was the most handsome of them all, and he was also the most relaxed-looking, his right hand resting carelessly on the arm of his chair, and he already wore Marvolo's black gemstone ring on his hand.

Thus, this memory comes after the night Riddle killed his father and blamed his uncle.

"Sir, is Professor Meles retiring?" asked Riddle.

"Tom, Tom, I know I can't tell you. Slughorn reproachfully shook a frosted finger at him, but blinked slightly to the effect, "I have to say, I want to know where you got your news, kid, you know more than half of the teachers." ”

Riddle smiled slightly, and the other boys laughed too, casting admiring glances at him.

"You're a ghost, you know things you shouldn't know, and you're careful to please important people, it's really ...... Oh, and by the way, thank you for the pineapple, you guessed it, it's my favorite. ”

As the boys snickered, a strange thing happened.

The whole room was suddenly covered in a thick white fog, everything disappeared in sight, and Evan could only see Harry and Dumbledore next to him, which was funny, which meant that Slughorn was revising his memories and he had hidden an extremely important part. It's easy to understand that if Riddle and Slughorn mentioned Horcruxes or other sensitive things, Slughorn's personality would definitely erase those things and wouldn't tell Dumbledore easily.

He probably still has the idea that he will not divulge Voldemort's secrets.

Don't look bad at Slughorn, but he's actually a very powerful wizard.

He's smarter than most people and knows where the bottom line is.

After about two or three seconds, Slughorn's voice rang out in the room, unnaturally loud.

"You will make mistakes, child, remember my words. ”

In the blink of an eye, the fog cleared, as suddenly as it had come, but no one mentioned it, and there was no sign on their faces that anything unusual had just happened, until the little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"God, is the time?" said Slughorn, "time flies so fast, it's time to go, boys, or we're in trouble." By the way, Lestrange, hand in your papers tomorrow, or you'll be locked up. So do you, Avery. ”

Slughorn got up from his chair and brought the empty cups to the table, and the boys rushed out.

But Riddle was left behind, and it was clear that he was deliberately grinding and wishing to stay alone in the house with Slughorn.

"Hurry up, Tom!" Slughorn turned to see him still there, and said, "You don't want to be caught and you're still out when the lights go out, you're a prefect......"

"Sir, I would like to ask you something. ”

"Then ask, kid, ask ......"

"Sir, I would like to ask if you know...... Horcruxes. ”

The expression on Slughorn's face changed, but here it was again, and the room was so thick with fog that he couldn't see anything clearly.

Next to Aven, there was only Harry with a puzzled look on his face and Dumbledore smiling peacefully.

Then, Slughorn's voice rang out again, as it had been before.

No, there seems to be some anger!

"I don't know anything about Horcruxes, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you! Get out, get out now, and don't let me hear you mention this again!"