It gave Harry a sense of unreality, he had seen it, or rather, he had experienced it himself.

He was repeating the same thing as the man, except that they weren't after some slug club dinner, they were just after a normal Potions class, and Slavhorn seemed a little busy right now.

"So...... Come here, now, Harry, you're going to be late for the next class," Slughorn said with a smile on his face, the golden clasp of his dragonskin briefcase snapping as it closed.

"Sir," Harry said with some urgency, involuntarily thinking to the Devil, "actually, uh...... I want to ask you some questions. ”

"Whatever you want, my dear child, whatever you want......"

Hearing Slahhorn's words, Harry couldn't help but retreat, as Hermione said, since Slavhorn was covering up his memories, he asked such a simple question......

Suddenly, Harry felt that the future was a little bleak, but anyway, Harry opened his mouth and felt that he should ......

"Uh...... Sir, I would like to know if you know...... Know the soul shards?" Harry let out a long sigh of relief, huh...... There shouldn't be any problems.

However, Slughorn was stunned, and this sentence obviously gave Slavhorn a strong impact. His round face sank sharply, he licked his lips, and said hoarsely, "What did you say?"

"I mean, do you know anything about soul fragments, sir, look-" Harry said solemnly, but before Harry could finish, Slahhorn interrupted him.

"So, Dumbledore put this ...... Have I entrusted it to you?" Slughorn whispered. His voice changed completely, no longer cordial, replaced by shock, fear, and he took a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his sweaty forehead.

"Dumbledore showed you those—those memories, right?" Slughorn asked.

"Yes!" Harry said frankly, thinking it best not to lie about it.

"Oh yes, of course, I should have thought of it......" Slughorn said calmly, still gently wiping his pale face. "Of course...... Well, if you've seen those memories, you'll know, I don't know anything about ......"

"Any?" Slavhorn repeated firmly, "something about soul fragments." ”

It looked like Slahhorn was about to get angry, but it didn't feel real, and Slavhorn felt a little weak.

Slughorn grabbed his dragonskin briefcase, tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket, and walked to the door of the dungeon's classroom.

"Sir," said Harry disappointed, "I just thought maybe there were more memories of them—"

"You?" said Slughorn, "you're wrong, completely wrong!"

Slavhorn shook his head, as if he wanted to ask for help.

Slughorn said this, slamming the door to the dungeon's classroom before Harry could say anything.

In fact, neither Van Lin nor Hermione felt sympathy for the harrowing meeting that Harry had described, which was a coercive consequence, and Harry had thought of it.

What's more, even inviting Slavhorn to teach at Hogwarts requires a threat, let alone making Slavhorn admit what he did back then.

For example, what to tell Tom about Horcruxes and how to make them?

However, this reason obviously did not deflect the hatred that Harry had provoked in Potions class.

Hermione was still resentful that Harry hadn't done any work in pharmacy class. Ron also resented Harry for not offering him a piece of bezoar.

Van Lin didn't want to be involved in Harry's whole plan at all.

Discuss how to convince Slahorn?

Compared to this, Van Lin felt that there was a simpler and more effective way, but it was obvious that Dumbledore would not use this method, so it was better to leave the trouble to Harry.

There is something worse than this.

For example, there is a plan to reformulate about Voldemort, since Voldemort entered the vampire realm, not to mention that he is getting stronger and stronger, and all the information about Voldemort is completely hidden, according to Snape, the current activities are basically handed over to Bellatrix and a few people, as the most popular vampire of Voldemort, obviously, Bellatrix's status is extremely lofty.

After all, don't Bella and Voldemort have another child......

However, it was probably nothing more than a tragedy, just like Voldemort's parents, born through the love potion.

Anyway, Van Lin had heard this statement, otherwise, there were many people who admired Voldemort incomparably, and only Bellatrix was an outlier among all the Death Eaters, and no one dared to do anything to Bella.

In other words, the child should be the closest, calculate the time, it seems to be ......

"It would be stupid if we all did that!" Harry said irritably, obviously unhappy with the rebuke of several of his friends, especially as he tried to reconcile the conflict between Ron and Hermione.

"Look, I've tried to soften him so I can ask him about Voldemort, haven't I? Oh, you've scorched a handle!" Harry said angrily, and Ron shuddered at the name.

Harry was enraged by Ron and Hermione's attitude towards his failures. He spent the next few days figuring out how to deal with Slughorn. Harry decided that he wanted to make Slughorn feel like he had forgotten all about soul shards before he could do it again, which would really paralyze Slughorn and give him a sense of safety.

In fact, when Harry stopped asking Slughorn any questions, the Potions teacher began to treat Harry with kindness again, and he seemed to have put the matter down in his mind.

Harry began to wait to be invited to Slughorn's small night party, even if he had to modify Quidditch's training plan. Unfortunately, there is no such invitation anymore.

Harry consulted with Van Lin, Hermione, and (most importantly) Ginny: none of them had been invited, even if they had only known, but none of them had ever received it.

Harry couldn't help but wonder if Slughorn hadn't forgotten what had happened, and he didn't give Harry any chance to ask questions.

"I can't find any instructions for soul shards!" Hermione told Harry, "not at all! I've looked up all the sources, not even some books that teach you how to make the most horrible potions,—— that's all I can find, in the introduction to Magimostevil, listen—soul shards are the most evil magical inventions, and we can't say or give ...... usage."

"I wonder, why do you say that?" said Hermione, helplessly, slamming her old book shut, and there was a terrible wail from it.

"Oh, shut up," Hermione slammed the book into her bag, visibly unhappy at the uncurrent book.

In fact, Hermione still had a hard time forgetting that Harry had used bezoar in Potions class and did nothing, which made Hermione feel like a fool.

It wasn't so much that Harry was hit, but that Hermione's ideas were shocked.

The malice of Professor Snape decades ago made Hermione, who had always believed in books, quite suspicious of her own outlook on life.

This also made Van Lin realize one thing, maybe Hermione would never learn alchemy like Fred and George, sometimes, Hermione did lack a little imagination, even if Hermione was good enough, but the girl preferred to believe in the accumulation of experience.

......

The snow on the Quidditch field melts with the arrival of February, replacing it with cold and wet. Purple-gray clouds hung low over the castle, and a sudden rain made the grass even more muddy.

It was in this weather that the 6th graders had their first apparition class in the auditorium rather than on the field.

Classes are specially scheduled on Saturday mornings so that they don't miss any of their regular classes. When Verin arrives at the Great Hall with Hermione and Harry (Ron has already gone down with Lavender), they find that the table is long gone. Heavy rain washed over the high window panes, and in front of the auditorium stood four deans and a small wizard......

This must be the instructor from the Ministry of Magic, but Van Lin doesn't think that this instructor will be much better than the professor at Hogwarts, and Van Lin has always had a good impression of the members of the Ministry of Magic who wash and sleep without doing anything.

This is probably the long-standing legacy of the Ministry of Magic instructors, and the specific reference is to the former Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, our lovely Lady Umbridge.

The instructor's face was unusually expressionless, and his hair was tied in small bunches, as if a breeze could blow him away.

In fact, Van Lin had been wondering if he was getting this job because of his size, or if his size meant that he could disappear and reappear.

In a way, the smaller the volume and density, the easier it seems to be to accomplish a magic similar to phantom shifting.

"Good morning!" said the four deans when they asked the audience to be quiet, "my name is Vilcotti Edward. I will be your Shapeshifter instructor for the next two weeks. ”

"Malfoy, be quiet, focus!" called Professor McGonagall. Everyone looked back. Malfoy's face turned pink, and he strode away from Crabbe, looking angry, as if he had just whispered an argument with Crabbe.

Harry glanced at Snape quickly, and he seemed annoyed.

"I hope you all do well in the exams in the near future. Edward continued, as if he had never been interrupted. "I think you all know that normally you can't apparinate at Hogwarts. But the headmaster made an exception today – just in this large auditorium – and we have an hour for you to practice. Should I stress that it would be very unwise for you to want to apparition outside of Hogwarts school? ”

"I want each of you to immediately adjust your position to make sure there is 5 feet of open space in front of you. "People are starting to act. Of course, there are stumbling and bickering with each other, and everyone wants to stand in the front place. This kept the four deans busy.

"Harry, where are you going?" asked Hermione.

But Harry didn't answer, he made his way through the crowd quickly, he passed Professor Friwick - he was trying to reconcile a few Ravenclaw students, past Professor Sprout - she was forcing a few Hufflepuff students into a line, and he finally came to the back of Malfoy, who was arguing with Crabbe five feet away.

This left Van Lin and Hermione a little speechless, Harry was a persistent person, and a lot of the time, Harry was a little obsessed and not quite like words.

"I don't know how long it will take, it's more time-consuming than I thought. Crabbe opened his mouth to speak, but Malfoy guessed again what he was going to say. "You see, what I do has nothing to do with you, Crabbe. You and Goyle just have to do what I caught, and watch your wind!"

"If I ask my friends to go to the wind, I tell them what I want to do. Harry said, just enough for Malfoy to hear.

The scene calmed down again, after all, the kind of magic that was very tall at first glance was still very eye-catching.

"Thanks," said Edward, "now......" He waved his wand, and an old-fashioned wooden ring immediately appeared in front of each student.

"It's very important to remember that there are three 'lands'," Edward said!, "destination, destination, destination!"

"???" Fan Lin felt that it was a little unreliable, and important things should be emphasized three times?

"Step 1: Concentrate your mind on where you're going," Edward said, "as if in this wooden ring of you, now gently concentrate on your destination. ”

Everyone was secretly looking around to see the others staring at their wooden rings, and they hurriedly did so. Harry looked at the ring on the dusty floor and tried not to think about anything, but it turned out to be futile, and he couldn't help but spy on what Malfoy was doing.

"Step two," said Edward, focus your attention and occupy space!

Harry stole a glance around, and not far to his left, Ernie McMillan was staring at his ring so hard that his face was reddened and looked like an enlarged and deformed egg, Harry snickered and immediately turned back to look at his ring.

"The third step," said Edward, "is standing at that point when I command, and it feels like you're starting to move. Listen to my orders, ...... now"

Harry peeked around again, most of them nervously preparing to shift immediately. Harry was once again focused on his ring, he had forgotten why it was three destinations.

“...... Three!"

Harry began to spin at that point, and he lost his balance and almost fell. But he wasn't the only one who lost his balance and was about to fall, the whole hall was suddenly full of stumbling people, Neville fell on his back, and on the other side, Ernie McMillan looked trembling and spun on his toes inside his ring until he found Dan laughing at him.

"It's okay, it's okay," Edward said lightly, "no accident at all, please go back to your place and adjust your rings." ”

In fact, Van Lin had stood next to Professor McGonagall early, and he just needed a proof, just like a Muggle needs a driver's license to drive.

However, others did not, and the second time was no better than the first. The third time seems to be even worse. The fourth time there was no exciting thing either.

The hall was filled with screams of pain, everyone looked terrified, and Susan Bonn of Hufflepuff House was dangling in her ring, her left leg still five feet away where she had begun.