Slahhorn's expression was a little sluggish, and the stimulation of alcohol had paralyzed most of Slahhorn's originally keen perception.

Now it looked more like Harry had reversed what Harry had done before, and Slavhorn just stared at Harry blankly, holding his glass in both hands.

"Voldemort killed him," Harry said calmly, "and stepped over his corpse to my mother. ”

Slughorn shuddered, but he couldn't let the look of fear take away from Harry's face.

"He told her to leave from there," Harry continued, grimacingly, "Van Lin told me she didn't have to die, that Voldemort could have escaped as long as I wanted. ”

"Oh my gosh. Slahhorn took a deep breath, "She could, she didn't have to, that was terrible!"

After saying this, Slavhorn was like a ball that suddenly deflated, and he used all his strength, but what he waited for was indeed such a result.

Slavhorn wasn't weird, except that he did things the same way as most people.

"It's scary, isn't it," Harry recounted in a flat voice, as if telling a story that didn't matter to him, "but she didn't leave, my father was dead, but she didn't want me to be like that, she tried to plead with Voldemort, but Voldemort just laughed......"

"That's enough!" Slughorn suddenly shouted, raising a trembling arm, "Really, I've got a baby, that's enough, I'm just an old man, I don't want to hear it...... I don't have to listen to ......"

"I forgot," Harry lied, and Lucky Potion told him to do so, "you like her, don't you......?"

"I like her?" Slavhorn asked, his eyes filled with tears again, as if to ask himself, "I can't imagine the mysterious man meeting her and not killing her...... It's brave...... It's funny...... But this is the scariest of all. ”

"But you didn't help her son, she gave me life, but you didn't even give me a memory. Harry said suddenly, coldly, like a cold wind that went deep into the marrow, and if possible, the temperature of the whole cabin had dropped.

Hag's rumbling snoring filled the hut, and Harry stared firmly into Slughorn's tearful eyes, the Potions teacher seemed so close.

"Don't say that, that's not a problem, if that memory helps you, of course...... But it doesn't work. Slahhorn said in a stuttering voice, it was difficult for him, but Harry's eyes lit up.

"It can, Dumbledore needs its information, and so do I. Harry said clearly. He knew he was safe, and luck had told him that Slahhorn wouldn't remember anything tomorrow morning.

Drunk a broken piece?

Drinking with Hagrid, I'm afraid it's not Shi Lezhiyou.

Harry stared straight at Slughorn, and Harry understood. "I'm the one chosen, I need to kill Voldemort, I need that memory. ”

Slavhorn's face turned paler, beads of sweat glistening on his smooth forehead. "You're the one chosen?"

"Of course, I am. Harry said calmly.

"But, my dear boy, you are asking for a great engagement. You're asking me to ...... It's actually helping you try to destroy. ”

"Don't you want to get rid of that wizard, he killed Lily Evans, and besides, he still wants you ......" Harry said angrily, he didn't understand Slahhorn's insistence, there was a chance to solve all this, but Slavhorn still chose to hide it for so long.

Harry had roughly understood the meaning of the soul fragment, a part of Voldemort's soul, probably ...... Horcruxes?

"Harry, Harry I do, but ......"

"You're afraid he'll find out you've helped me?"

Slavhorn stopped talking, he looked intimidating.

"Be brave like my mom, Professor. Running away won't solve any of the problems. ”

For a moment, the scene fell into a long silence.

Slavhorn really looked like he had drunk too much, his nerves were a little sluggish, as if he was judging, but in such a state, he couldn't find a second way except to agree.

Slowly, Slavhorn lifted a fat hand and pressed his fingers to his mouth, and at that time he looked like an overdeveloped baby.

"I'm ashamed," Slavhorn said from between his fingers, "I'm ashamed of that memory, and I think I may have caused a lot of damage that day." ”

"You told me that the part of that memory was deleted, and that it would be a very brave and noble thing. Harry said with relief.

Hagrid suddenly twitched in his dream, then continued to snore. Harry and Slahhorn looked at each other on either side of the flickering candle, and it was a long silence before luck told Harry not to break the silence, just wait.

Then, Slavhorn pulled out his wand, and with his other hand pulled out a small bottle in his pocket, empty. Slahhorn touched his temple with the tip of his wand, and when he withdrew it, he brought out a silver memory that stuck to one end of his wand, and then the memory grew longer, and Slughorn coiled it into a bottle. Then that memory became a whirlpool in the bottle like gas.

With a trembling hand, he handed the bottle off the table to Harry.

"Thank you very much, Professor. ”

"You're a good boy," said Slahhorn, tears finally falling from his cheeks into his bushy beard, "you have the same eyes as hers, don't think too badly when you see them......

Then he rested his head on his arm, sighed, and fell asleep.

When Harry climbed back to the castle, he could feel Filch walking away. The front door was still unlocked, but on the third floor he met Peeves, who quickly hid in a shortcut, barely being detected. When he took off his invisibility cloak when he arrived at the portrait of the fat lady, he was not surprised to find that she was in a bad mood.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"I'm really sorry...... I have important things to do so I have to go out......"

"Well, the password changed at midnight, so you're going to have to sleep in the hallway, you know?"

"You're kidding!" said Harry, "why does it have to change at midnight?" "That's the way it is," said the fat lady.

"If you're angry, go to the principal. It was he who ordered the security to be strengthened. ”

"Wonderful," Harry said resentfully, looking at the hard floor, "how smart. Yes, if Dumbledore was there, I would go to him. Because he wanted me to arrive.

"He's in school," said a voice behind Harry.

"Professor Dumbledore returned to school an hour ago. Nick, who had almost lost his head, was sliding towards Harry, his head bobbing like usual on his collar. "I learned from Barrow the Bloody that he saw him come back," Nick said. He said that Professor Dumbledore was in good spirits, but a little tired, and that was of course. ”

"Where is he?" said Harry, his heart beating fast.

"Oh, he moaned and made dangling noises on the Astronomy Tower, it was his favorite pastime. Nick said, but it clearly didn't look like Dumbledore.

"Not the Bloody Barrow...... I'm asking where Dumbledore is!"

"Oh — I believe in his office," Nick said. "Bloody Barrow says the professor has something to do before he goes to bed......

"Yes, he's in trouble," said Harry, and the excitement that burned in his chest at the thought of telling Dumbledore that he had asked for a memory. He turned and ran again, ignoring the fat lady who was calling behind him.

"Come back! Yes, I lied to you! I was annoyed that you woke me up!

But Harry had already run down the hallway, and a few minutes later, he stopped in front of Dumbledore's stone monster and said the password "Toffee Finger Roll "

The stone monster jumped to the side, allowing Harry to enter the spiral staircase.

"Please come in," Dumbledore said as Harry knocked on the door. He sounded exhausted. Harry pushed the door open. Dumbledore's office looked the same as before, but outside the window was a dark, starry sky.

"Van Lin?" Harry looked at Van Lin, who was sitting on the couch drinking tea with Dumbledore, a little stunned.

"So, Professor, I won. Van Lin said with a smile.

"It was a surprise, but I'm happy. Dumbledore said.

"Professor—I got it. I've got memories from Professor Slavhorn. Harry took out the little glass bottle and showed it to Dumbledore. At that moment, the headmaster looked like he was going to faint. Then a smile appeared on his face.

"Of course, Van Lin and I made a small bet about this, but, obviously, Van Lin needs to know you better, Harry!" Dumbledore said, standing up and taking the bottle from Harry's hand.

A silver thread of memory sits at the bottom of the bottle.

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, for some reason, Harry always felt that something was wrong, Dumbledore was much more tired than before, his face was a little pale, and his eyes became more ......

A dull blue?

Harry felt that he had seen it wrong, but for a moment, Harry felt a little cold in his body.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Van Lin walked over and patted Harry on the shoulder, and Harry came to his senses.

"When did you come?"

"About an hour ago. Van Lin said, "Tease Fawkes." ”

Harry then noticed Fawkes crouching on Van Lin's shoulder.

"Now, then," said Dumbledore, striding out, placing the meditation basin on the desk and emptying the contents of the bottle. "Now, we're going to see. Harry, ...... I can't wait!"

Harry obediently bent down and entered the meditation basin, feeling his feet leave the office floor...... Once again, he fell into the darkness and landed in the office of Hores Slahhorn many years ago.

Slughorn was much younger in his office, sitting in a comfortable winged armchair with his feet resting on a velvet footpad, holding a small glass of wine in one hand and rummaging through a box of crystal pineapples in the other.

There were half a dozen boys sitting around Slughorn, and Tom Riddle was among them. Mofen's black-gold ring glittered on his finger.

Dumbledore landed next to Van Lin and Harry, and Riddle asked, "Sir, is Professor Armando really retiring?"

"Tom, Tom, if I knew, I wouldn't have told you," Slughorn said, shaking his finger at Riddle reproachfully, but blinking at the same time. "I must say, I want to know where you got your information, you are smarter than more than half of your classmates. ”

Riddle laughed, and the other boys laughed and gave him appreciative looks. "What is the incredible ability to let you know things you shouldn't know, and your careful compliments to important people...... Of course, thank you for the pineapple, by the way, you are quite right, it is my favorite ......"

The boys laughed again.

“...... I'm confident that you'll be the Minister of Magic in twenty years, and if you keep giving me pineapples, it's only five years, and I have great acquaintances in the Ministry of Magic. Tom Riddle just laughed like everyone else again.

Harry noticed that he wasn't the oldest of the boys, but they all seemed to see him as their leader.

This is probably the charm of Voldemort, those Death Eaters, Dumbledore told him that Tom had pulled out the first group of followers back in his days at Hogwarts.

And the Slug Club in Slavhorn is a good place to be, where the people are capable enough and have a background behind them.

Or a nobleman, or a ruler of the Ministry of Magic, or a powerful person.

"I don't know if politics is for me, sir," said Tom humbly when there was no laughter. "I don't have any family background at all. ”

A pair of boys nearby were giggling at each other. It is certain that they are telling a private joke, and no doubt they know, or are conjecturing, about their famous ancestors.

"Nonsense," Slughorn said lively, "even those who come from wizarding families don't necessarily have the abilities you have. No, you'll be able to do a great deal, Tom, I've never done a mistake to a student. ”

By this time, it was eleven o'clock in the little golden bell on the desk behind Slughorn.

Everyone cheered up, and the feature film began, the most important part of this memory.

"Oh my God, isn't it time? You'd better get out of the way, boys, or we're all in trouble. Anderson, I want you to turn in your papers tomorrow, or I'm going to lock you up, and so are you, Wade. ”

After speaking, the boys lined up and walked out of the room one by one. Slavhorn stood up from his armchair and placed the empty cup on the desk. A movement behind him made him look around, and Riddle was still standing.

"Oh, Tom, you don't want to be caught, and you're so good...... Maybe Filch will open the net, not necessarily. ”

"Sir, I want to ask you something, and then I'll go. ”

Slahhorn came to nature, and he held his stomach and waited for Tom's next step.

"Sir, I would like to know...... Soul shards?" Slughorn stared at him, his thick palms clutching his glass absently.

"It's for Defence Against the Dark Arts class, isn't it?"

But, for sure, Slavhorn knows for sure, this is not schoolwork.

"Not exactly, sir," Riddle said. "I stumbled upon him while reading a book, but I didn't fully understand it. ”

"Nope. Kindness...... You'd be hard-pressed to find a book at Hogwarts that tells you in detail about soul fragments, Tom, it's a very evil thing, very evil indeed. ”