The lights in Dumbledore's office were all on the moment they stepped in, and portraits of the headmasters snored softly in the frame. While Harry was still surveying the layout of his office, Dumbledore had already commanded the meditation basin to fly to his desk.

"Harry, the memories I'm going to show you tonight have not come easily, and I think this is the most important of all the memories I've gathered. Dumbledore took out a small crystal bottle from the splendid castle shelf where he held many of his memories.

Harry noticed that the contents of the bottle were not easy to pour into the meditation basin, and seemed to be a little condensed, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that memories would also deteriorate?

Dumbledore gestured to the meditation basin in an inviting gesture to Harry, and Harry approached the basin and leaned down obediently, dipping his face into the memories as he experienced the familiar sensation of falling in the void.

"I'm curious to know where you got the news from, you're better informed than most of the professors at Hogwarts. "This is Horace Slughorn, who has a much younger voice.

Six or seven boys, all fifteen or sixteen years old, sat around him. Harry recognized Riddle at a glance, he had the most handsome face. He looked the most relaxed, smiled slightly, and said, "Professor, is it true that Professor Melers is retiring?"

"Oh Tom, I can't just tell you I know right. Slughorn's hand picked through a box of candied pineapples and took a piece out. With wide-eyed eyes and a smile on his face, he looked refreshed and had thick, shiny yellow hair.

"And thank you for bringing the pineapple, it's really my favorite, but how do you know?" Slughorn asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward.

Riddle raised the corners of his mouth and smiled gently, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Intuition." ”

When the party was over, the boys all stood up and streamed out, and Riddle sat in his place unmoved, deliberately lagging behind, apparently wanting to stay alone in the room with Slughorn.

Slughorn glanced at the funnel and asked, "I think we still have some time, Tom, is there anything else?"

"There's one thing... Professor. Riddle frowned slightly as Horace kept calling him by what he thought was too mundane, and then slowly approached his Potions professor and whispered, "I was in the forbidden section of the library one night... Reading some material about some kind of rare magic, I thought you might be able to point me out. Riddle pulled closer to Slughorn, "If I'm not mistaken, it's called... Horcruxes. ”

Slughorn's originally kind face suddenly became very stern, and he shouted at Riddle, "What do you say?!" I have never heard of such a thing, and even if I knew, I would not tell you. Leave me right now, and don't talk to me about it again!"

Slughorn's arm slammed into a black mist that filled the room, Harry couldn't see Slughorn or Riddle, and his head lifted from the meditation basin as he remembered that.

"It's confusing. Dumbledore looked at Harry, "If you don't, I'd be surprised." ”

"I don't understand what was going on. Harry wiped the water from his face in a daze.

"This is perhaps the most important memory I've gathered, but it's also a lie, a memory that has been tampered with by its master, our old friend, Professor Slughorn. Dumbledore explained, "So the Truth Elixir and the Receptive Mind are not considered real evidence, as they are subject to tampering... Otherwise, it would have been easier when you were taken down by Fudge last year..."

"Why did he change his memory?"

"Why, yes, why? I guess he's ashamed of it, and he thinks he made Voldemort himself. Dumbledore looked at Harry, "I told you to approach Slughorn, and you did, and then I want to ask you to persuade him to hand over this memory." ”

Dumbledore's hand brushed over the meditation basin and looked down at the slowly swirling silver memory in the basin, which was neither solid nor liquid sliding from his hand: "This memory is everything, without him, we are nothing more than blind." ”

Then, on the first weekend after returning to school, Filch, the goalkeeper, stood at the entrance to Hogwarts Castle, carefully checking the wizards' permission forms with the signatures of their guardians to visit Hogsmeade.

Although the snow around the path leading from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade has melted, this does not mean that the sun is warm and comfortable, and the melting snow makes the weather even more cold and wet. Dark clouds were low in the sky, but despite this, the wizards of Hogwarts happily seized the rare opportunity to get out.

On this muddy and slippery path, Luna jumped lightly to her somewhat strange singing, Ginny and Hermione, who had been slightly dressed, walked side by side behind her, talking and laughing, and a few pretty little witches became a sight to behold on the road.

Hogsmeade on Saturday was very lively because of the presence of these little wizards. Duke Honey was crowded with Hogwarts students, and at this time, the little wizards who had been whetted by their appetites were attracted by the dazzling array of goods and turned their eyes away from the beautiful witches.

Rows of shelves filled with the most delicious and juicifiable sweets, and the last time Ambrosius Froome, the owner of Duke Honey's shop, went to Hogwarts for Professor Slughorn's dinner, he carried all sorts of sweets in the basket in which he cast the Stretching Charm without a Trace, and he gave them to the students who attended the dinner, and as he had expected, most of the wizards who received his candy became his loyal customers.

However, the ice cream, which the owner Ambrosius thought would be loved by the young wizard, was treated coldly, and no one wanted to eat ice cream in such cold weather except for the famous mad girl Luna Lovegood of Ravenclaw, who had just come in.

Diagon Alley at this time.

Unlike the usual bustling scene of people coming and going, in front of a rectangular house with a central part of the roof composed of a large circular dome and a semicircular dome in front and back, many Aurors were maintaining order, and outside this door was crowded a large group of reporters, many of whom still heard the wind of the British wizarding world and came from abroad, and they crowded to point their photographic equipment at the center of the road opened by the Aurors— Although this matter is a new thing for the local wizarding world in Britain, it does not prevent it from attracting the attention of the wizarding circles of other countries, as long as the follow-up successfully manifests and waits for the matter to ferment, in this kind of forcible benign development, the effect will be much better than Luna's previous deception method of playing a double reed in person.

The specially selected good-looking male and female aurors stood at the door and gently and helplessly persuaded: "Gentlemen and ladies, please be quiet, don't crowd, be careful." ”

Today is the inauguration ceremony of the Ravenclaw Temple donated by the Harris family in Diagon Alley, and many celebrities from all walks of life in the wizarding world, even the local pure-blood families who are secretly fighting with the Harris family, have been invited to attend, at least on the surface, they still maintain enough decency and due etiquette with each other.

On such occasions, Allen, as nominally a Ravenclaw Elect, stood in the hall of the temple where the Traceless Expansion Charm had been cast, waiting for the inauguration of the Ravenclaw Temple to begin.

The wizards who had received Ravenclaw's 'divine grace' dressed up and took the initiative to contact various media outlets to tell about their past Ravenclaw grace - as the first beneficiaries of Ravenclaw's apparition, after Alan privately funded this group of people who had been in St. Mungo's Hospital for a long time due to illness and did not work, in addition to Katie Brown. Bell will also finish his studies at school, and the wizards who have no stable livelihood due to their misfortune have all agreed to stay in the new temple and become a part of it, and they will later preach in Diagon Alley.

The temple has elegant arched windows on the walls, blue and bronze silks, a dome of stars on the ceiling, and stars on the dark blue carpet below. In the dome, many ravens fluttered and roosted under the stars, adding a lot of mystery to the temple, and the walls around it were all made up of huge bookshelves, and if it weren't for the white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw in the depths, which was larger and more majestic than the Ravenclaw common room, with its dragon-shaped relief pedestal, and the pulpit and benches in front of it, the Ravenclaw graduates would have thought they had returned to Hogwarts for a moment.

Even the Hogwarts Ravenclaw house ghost, Lady Gray, is floating near her mother's statue, which not only adds to the feeling, but also proves the reality of what the event represents.