"I don't think so," said a sarcastic voice, and Phineas Nigelus had apparently been pretending to be asleep.

Dumbledore ignored him. "So now, Harry, I'm going to have to keep going with our lesson. I have more important things to discuss with you tonight. ”

Harry sat there in defiance. What if he refuses to change the subject, what if he insists on arguing about Malfoy?

However, Dumbledore shook his head, as if reading through his thoughts.

In fact, Harry's resistance was a little too obvious, and it was very natural for Harry to cling to Snape with his brains.

And, this time there was a Malfoy?

Thinking on his toes, it wouldn't be a good thing for them to get together for two months at such a critical time.

The Dark Lord?

That's what Death Eaters are called.

Harry preferred Voldemort to be a hairless pig than that.

Belch......

Maybe leaner, but he's hairless.

"Ah, Harry, how often this happens, even among best friends! Everyone believes that what they have to say is much more important than everyone else!"

"I don't think what you're going to say doesn't matter, Professor," Harry said stiffly, "we're talking about it now. ”

"Oh, but it doesn't seem to me to be a problem. Dumbledore said nonchalantly.

"But...... But Malfoy is likely to ......"

"What is possible?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry with a grin.

"I mean, Malfoy...... He ...... "Harry opened his mouth, could it be that he told Dumbledore their inference that Malfoy wanted to kill Dumbledore?"

In front of Dumbledore?

But Dumbledore seemed like that......

Could Dumbledore think he's crazy?

Harry himself felt like he was crazy.

Malfoy, no matter how you look at it, this name can't be equated with Dumbledore, whether it's Harry or Verlin, even if it's giving him decades......

Oh, Van Lin may not take that long, he has the Philosopher's Stone, it doesn't seem too difficult to be in magic alone, but, obviously, it's also impossible to face hard steel Dumbledore.

What conspiracy does Malfoy intend to use?

"So, what do you want to say, about ...... Mr. Malfoy. Dumbledore looked at Harry calmly.

"I mean......," Harry took a deep breath, "there's a good chance Malfoy is doing something dangerous to Hogwarts, and indeed to you. ”

"Hazard Hogwarts?or, me?" Dumbledore repeated briefly, Harry felt that his head might have been caught by the door as he entered, but at the moment Harry could only bite the bullet......

"Oh well, that's a really interesting thing. Dumbledore paused and looked at Harry.

"Oh, I'm not kidding......" Harry was a little frustrated, no matter how he looked, it wasn't enough to make Dumbledore wary......

"Of course, I'm not kidding, am I, Harry?" Dumbledore smiled, "Anyway, I think I should thank you for the reminder, Harry. ”

Dumbledore pulled another small crystal bottle out of his inner pocket, and Harry immediately fell silent, remembering that Dumbledore had said that it was the most important memory he had gathered.

"So, I think we can start teaching today, right, of course, I haven't decided on the next section yet, and there's a lot of important things waiting for us to do, isn't it, so we don't have more and more time, Harry. ”

Harry was completely quiet, although Dumbledore's previous attitude had upset him, and in fact, Harry was still very upset until now, but it didn't matter much now.

Dumbledore's movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid that he would confuse the memory.

Harry noticed that the memories weren't easy to pour into the meditation basin, they seemed to be a little sticky, and could the memories go bad, too?

"This one won't take much time," Dumbledore finally emptied the bottle. "It's back in the blink of an eye. So, let's go into the meditation basin again......"

Harry had once again fallen into the silver memory, just like he had experienced before, but the difference was that this time it happened to fall in front of someone, and Harry recognized him immediately. In front of him was Hores Slahorn, much younger than he is now.

Harry was used to his baldness, so he was horrified to see Slahhorn's shiny, thick straw-colored hair, which looked like a thatched lid had been added to his head, but a shiny area had already appeared on top of his head, about the size of a gold galleon.

His beard was ginger, not as much as it is now. He wasn't as fat as the Slavhorn Harry knew well, but the gold buttons on the embroidered waistcoat were quite tight. His tiny feet rested on a small velvet-cushioned stool, leaning comfortably on a winged armchair, holding a small glass of wine in one hand and fumbling in a box of candied pineapples in the other.

Dumbledore appeared next to Harry, and Harry looked around to see them standing in Slahhorn's office. Around Slavhorn sat half a dozen boys, all of them in harder, lower chairs, all of whom looked to be about fifteen years old.

Harry recognized Riddle immediately. He has the most handsome face, and he also looks the most relaxed. His right hand rested carelessly on the armrest, and Harry was shocked to see that he had put on Mavolo's gold ring with black stones, which meant that he had killed his own father.

"Professor, is Professor Melisot really retiring?" asked Riddle.

"Tom, Tom, I just know and can't tell you," Slavhorn shook a sugar-stained finger and winked at him, which diminished the blame.

"I must say, I want to know how you got the news, kid, you are better informed than half of the teachers. ”

Riddle laughed, and the other boys laughed and gave him admiring looks.

"Considering your bizarre talent for inquiring about things you shouldn't know, and your thoughtful and meticulous flattery of important people—thank you for sending me these pineapples, they are indeed my favorite—"

A few boys were eating and laughing, when something strange happened. The room was suddenly filled with a thick white fog, and Harry couldn't see anything but Dumbledore's face standing beside him.

Then Slahhorn's words came out of the fog, and the voice was unusually loud: "—you will go astray, child, take my words to heart." ”

The fog disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared, no one mentioned it, and no one looked like they had just experienced something abnormal. Harry looked around suspiciously, and a small golden clock on Slahhorn's desk was chime, and it was ten o'clock in the evening.

"Oh my God, is it that late?" said Slahhorn. "You'd better go back, boys, or we'll all be in trouble. Lestrange, I want you to turn in your papers tomorrow, or you'll have to be locked up. So do you, Avery. ”

As the boys rushed out, Slavhorn stood up and placed the empty cup on his desk. Riddle, however, stayed behind. Harry could tell that he was deliberately stalling for time, wanting to end up alone in the house with Slahhorn.

"Let's go, Tom," said Slahhorn, turning to see that he was not gone. "You don't want to be caught out of bed at this time, and you're still a prefect......"

"Professor, I want to ask you something. ”

"Then ask, my child, ask......"

"Professor, do you know...... What about soul fragments?"

It all happened again: a dense cloud of smoke covered the room, and Harry couldn't see Riddle and Slahhorn at all, only Dumbledore smiling calmly at him. Then Slahhorn's voice came out again, exactly the same as the one before.

"I don't know any soul fragments, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you!

The memories seemed to end here, and it made Harry feel terrible, those fogs...... The fog covered everything.

"Well, that's all," Dumbledore said calmly beside Harry. "It's time to go. ”

Harry's feet left the ground, and a few seconds later, they were back on the carpet in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"Is that all?" said Harry, blankly. Dumbledore had said that it was the most important memory, but he couldn't see any significance in it. The fog was unsurprising, and no one noticed it, except that nothing seemed to be happening, and Riddle was just asking an unanswered question.

"You may have noticed," Dumbledore sat back in the chair behind him, "this memory has been tampered with. ”

"Tampered with?" Harry repeated, and he sat back down.

"Of course," said Dumbledore, "Professor Slavhorn intervened in his own recollections. ”

"But why did he do that?"

"I think it's because he's ashamed of what he remembers," Dumbledore said. He tried to rewrite his memories to make himself a little more polished, erasing the parts he didn't want me to see. You must have noticed that the memories are very crudely modified, which is good for us, because it shows that the real memories are hidden beneath those changes. "So, I'm going to give you homework for the first time, Harry. Your task is to convince Professor Slavhorn to reveal his true memories, which is undoubtedly a crucial piece of information. ”

Harry stared at him. "But there is no doubt about it, Professor," he kept his voice as respectful as possible, "you don't need me—you can use the Deception...... Or the truth spitting ......"

"Professor Slavhorn is a very capable wizard, he must have expected both," Dumbledore said. "He's much more skilled at Occlumency than poor Morphin Gaunt, and I'd be surprised if he didn't carry the antidote to the elixir of truth with him after I forced this distorted memory.

"Yes, I think it's foolish and more harmful than good to try to snatch the truth from Professor Slavhorn, and I don't want him to leave Hogwarts. However, he also has his own weaknesses just like us, and I believe you are the one who can break through his defenses. Getting that true memory is the most important thing, Harry...... How important it is is until we see the real thing. So, good luck...... Good night. ”

Harry was a little taken aback by the sudden dismissal of class, and he quickly stood up.

"Good night, Professor. ”

......

"He's smart, isn't he?" said Dumbledore suddenly, and everything seemed to be calm again as he watched Harry go out of the doorway.

"Perhaps......," a somber voice suddenly rang out from the balcony, "I don't have anything to say about it, Headmaster. ”

"You hate him, Severus, don't you?" Dumbledore calmly looked at the man who suddenly appeared in the Headmaster's office, Severus Snape...... A man who focuses on satirizing Harry's Potions career.

Defence Against the Dark Arts was just a slightly failed transformation.

"In a sense, yes, Mr. Chancellor. Snape said coldly, it was hard to say what Snape's attitude was towards Dumbledore.

Does it say, respect?

Oh, maybe a little, but it's limited, isn't it, Snape has a bigger respect for Voldemort than Dumbledore, even if he defects, but it's just an accident.

"In a sense. Dumbledore seemed to have heard an interesting message, "It makes me curious, Severus, if you hate him or not." ”

"I haven't found out until now, but always keep a little bit of chance, that's what you taught us, didn't you?"

"Oh, keep a little chance, yes, that's right, Severus, it looks like you've changed a lot over the years, and we, as teachers and students, don't seem to be in good shape...... Have you talked?"

"Actually, ...... professor," Snape grinned, the strange thing that came out of his mouth, how many years had he not called someone a professor so briefly?

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years?

Oh, forty years may be a long time, but in fact, since he left Hogwarts to join the Death Eaters, it seems that such a title has long been gone from him.

What a long-lost title......

And in the Death Eater Legion, he has always been respected, and he only needs to respect one person.

Death Eaters are so realistic, as long as you are capable, and strong enough, no one but your master will simply bother.

Favored by Tom Riddle, or the man who respectfully calls him the Dark Lord.

Truth be told, it's a bit of a middle two, and Tom Riddle has ditched his Muggle name and called himself Voldemort.

Am I Voldemort?

A simple letter conversion, and then it turns an evil middle two boy into an old yinbi ......

Well, it doesn't seem appropriate, it's the same as a hairless pig, these are all facts, but in the depiction, there are some uncontrollable factors.

To put it simply, although Voldemort did not satisfy Snape in some places, in fact, doing things under Voldemort was a little more indulgent, and it was simple and fast enough.

This is different from Dumbledore, although he is kind on the surface, but in fact, Dumbledore is also sufficient...... Or is it cold?

Genuine calculations, and as it happens, Snape is not bad in this regard...... And in fact, Snape has enough money to survive on either side, and, in comparison, is still alive and well?