At the square table in the center of an empty classroom, Professor Slughorn curled up on the edge of his desk like a fat walrus. Harry, on the other hand, was half-kneeling in front of him, his face up, staring firmly into Slughorn's teary eyes. This made it impossible for the Potions professor to turn his face.

"You have some truth in that, and I really feel very, very sorry for your mother's death. He whispered, "If I can help you...... Of course not a problem...... But that thing is useless......"

It works," Harry said clearly, "that memory of yours Dumbledore needs to be understood, I need to be understood. I think it's a key, even the only one, to my mother's revenge. ”

Harry looked Slughorn in the eye and leaned forward slightly to draw closer to him. "I am the savior, and I must kill him. So, I need that memory. ”

Under Harry's forced gaze, the blood on Slughorn's face slowly faded, and now his face was not the flush of drunkenness, but a little pale. Sweat seeped from his wide head. "You're the savior?"

"Of course I am, and everybody here knows it. Harry gestured to Ryan and Hermione. They nodded together as Slughorn's eyes met.

"But...... Dear children...... You're asking for too much...... Actually, you're asking me to help you destroy a powerful dark wizard who has never been destroyed before—"

"No, it's not as scary as you say. Harry softened his tone and reassured. "Don't you hate the friend who took away you, your student. Is it even the person you have to hide in your normal life?"

"Harry, of course I hate him. But—" Slughorn's expression became terrified.

"I know what you're afraid of, you're afraid he'll find out you've helped Harry, but the problem now is that with the nature of the mystery man he probably won't ask if you've leaked his secrets, he'll kill everyone he feels bad for him. Hermione said in a voice that didn't rise or fall.

"But I'm his teacher, his headmaster—" Slughorn interrupted Ryan before he could finish his sentence. "He killed his father and grandparents with his own hands, and indirectly his uncle. ”

Slughorn turned his head back to look at Harry with a look of hope. "Isn't that true?"

"What they say is true. Harry didn't give Slughorn the answer he wanted to hear. "So the real way for you to keep yourself safe now is to be brave enough to face her like my mom and face this terrible situation. ”

Slughorn appears to have collapsed, in fact he has been in a state of extreme mental tension since Voldemort's resurrection. So after drinking a lot of alcohol today, he was suddenly exposed by Harry and the bloody reality, and immediately lost his bearings. He trembled and sobbed incessantly. Looks like a giant baby.

"I don't think it...... disgrace," Slughorn whispered between his fingers, covering his face with his hands, "I'm ashamed of—for what that memory reveals...... I think I may have done a lot of harm that day......"

"It's all right, you give me the memories to cancel everything out," said Harry, "and it's a very brave and noble thing to do to help you get rid of your inner turmoil, and at the same time to keep you safe as much as possible." So please tell that secret, it will be a very good thing for you and for us. ”

Harry and Slughorn then stared at each other in the dim candlelight for a moment, and finally, slowly, Slughorn reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand, and with the other he reached for a small empty bottle from his cloak.

Still staring into Harry's eyes, he pressed the tip of his wand to his temple, then slowly raised it. 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 the silver filament rolled up and then unfolded, like a wisp of green smoke swirling inside the bottle. He tightened the cap with a trembling hand and handed it to Harry across the table.

"Thank you so much, Professor. Harry took the bottle and thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

"You're a good boy," Slughorn said to Harry, tears streaming down his fat cheeks into his walrus beard, "you have eyes like hers...... Don't think of me as a wicked person after reading this, and I wish you all the best......" After saying that, Slughorn lay down on the table and fell asleep.

"Alright, I think I'm going to see Professor Dumbledore now, would you like to come with me?" Harry asked Ryan and Hermione after putting the bottle in his pocket.

"Of course it's with you, after all, this memory has something to do with us, and I think we should know about it too. Ryan said, and then he asked with some concern. "Let's ask him today, won't he get angry and leave Hogwarts, will we? ”

"No, it won't. Harry shook his head. "The elixir tells me that Professor Slughorn won't remember anything when he wakes up tomorrow morning. ”

"That's good, but what about Professor Slughorn now? Shall we throw him here?" asked Hermione, glancing at Slughorn, who was snoring on the table.

"Surely he can't throw it here, or he'll be wrong tomorrow morning. Let me think about it – there it is. Harry clapped his hands on his chest and whispered to a clearing beside him, "Dobby, Dobby, I need your help now." ”

Before he could finish speaking, Dobby appeared in front of everyone with a soft snap. "Dobby heard Harry's call and was happy to serve Harry. ”

"That's right, Dobby. Harry looked at Dobby and said, "We just had a meeting here with Professor Slughorn, and Professor Slughorn drank a little too much all at once. Can you get a few more helpers to help us get the drunk Professor Slughorn back to his office, he's going to catch a cold for a night's sleep. ”

"Of course, of course. Dobby said in a sharp voice. "It is our duty to serve the professors and students at Hogwarts, and rest assured that my peers and I will settle the professors. ”

"Thank you then, Dobby. Harry looked at Ryan and Hermione. "Alright, now let's go to Mr. Headmaster, I have a hunch that he's waiting for us in his office right now. ”

Just after the three of them stepped out of the classroom door, the bell for the curfew rang. They glanced at each other and quickly ran upstairs, but luckily the journey went smoothly and did not meet the professor or Filch who were on the night patrol. A few minutes later, they were outside the Headmaster's office, after Harry had said "Toll's Finger Cake" to the stone monster at the door of Dumbledore's room. The monster jumped to the side and made the three of them walk up the spiral staircase.

"Come in. After Harry knocked on the door, Dumbledore's voice came from inside.