"That," Harry paused, not knowing what to say next.

Dumbledore's questioning made him a little embarrassed, he didn't really think of a way to get the memory, he just tried, and then, Slavhorn also turned down Harry with great interest, which did not surprise Harry, but in the face of Dumbledore......

"Well, the day Van Lin and I found out that Ron had taken the love pill by mistake, and I sent him to Professor Slughorn. I thought if I could make Professor Slughorn happy......"

"So...... Did it work?" asked Dumbledore flatly.

"Uh...... That, no, Professor, because Ron was poisoned......" Harry opened his mouth, lying and something like that was clearly not appropriate, especially in the face of Dumbledore.

Strictly speaking, Dumbledore had high expectations for him, but it was destined to end badly.

“...... So, naturally, you'll forget about the memories altogether, but I shouldn't expect you to think anything else when your best friend is in danger. But once Mr. Weasley is well and hopefully healed, I think it's time for you to go back and finish the task I've given you. I believe I have explained to you the importance of this memory. In fact, I've gone to great lengths to make you understand that it's the most crucial of all memories, and that without it we'd be wasting our time. ”

A burning tingling of shame spread through Harry's head. Dumbledore didn't raise his voice, not even anger in his voice, but Harlein would rather listen to him reprimand loudly, a cold regret worse than anything else.

"I'm sorry, Professor," Harry said, struggling a little, "I wasn't at ease or anything, I just had something else—something else ......"

"Something else bothered you," Dumbledore let him go. "I see. Silence fell again between the three, the most uncomfortable silence Harry had ever received from Dumbledore, and it seemed endless, interspersed with the sound of whirring snoring, emanating from the portrait of Armando Dippert above Dumbledore's head.

Suddenly, Harry had a strange feeling of shrinking himself, as if he had become short when he entered the house. He couldn't take it anymore and said, "Professor Dumbledore, I'm really sorry. I should have done more – I should have thought that if it didn't matter, you wouldn't have let me do it. ”

"Harry, thank you for saying that. Dumbledore said calmly. "Then I hope you can make it a top priority from now on? After tonight, we won't be able to do anything if we don't have this memory. ”

"I will, Professor, I'll take it from him. He replied eagerly.

"Then let's not talk about it now," Dumbledore said kindly, "picking up where we left off." Do you remember where we went?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry said quickly, and then glanced at Van Lin, who had not been there last time, and Harry felt he needed to explain.

"Voldemort killed his father and grandfather, and made it seem like his uncle Morfin had done it. Then he went back to Hogwarts, and he asked—he asked Slughorn about the soul shards. Harry grunted in shame.

"Very well," Dumbledore said. "So, I hope you remember, I said at the beginning of our course that we were going to have a lot of speculative thinking?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"Now, then, I think you agree that I have shown you solid evidence of what Voldemort did before he was seven years old?"

"But now, Harry," Dumbledore said. "Now things are getting even more unpredictable. If it was difficult to gather clues about the boy Riddle, it was almost impossible to find memories of Voldemort. In fact, I suspect that no one but himself can tell us what he did after leaving Hogwarts. However, I do have one last two memories to share with you. ”

Dumbledore was talking about the two glowing crystal bottles around the meditation basin. "I would like to hear your opinion and see if I have made the right inferences about them. ”

Thinking that Dumbledore took his opinion so seriously, Harry was ashamed that he hadn't done a good job of collecting the memories of the soul fragments, and he moved in his chair with guilt as he held up the first bottle and examined it in the light.

"I hope you don't get tired of getting into other people's memories, because both memories are interesting. He said. "The first one came from a very old house-elf named Hao Qi. Before we read Hadge's memories, I'm going to give you a quick description of how Voldemort left Hogwarts. ”

"He was in seventh grade, and as you might expect, he got the highest marks on every test. What he and his classmates were concerned about at this time was what career they would pursue after graduation and leaving school. Almost everyone is bullish on Tom #83; Riddle – This student leader, boys' prefect and recipient of the school's Special Contribution Award. As far as I know, some professors, including Professor Slughorn, have encouraged him to join the Ministry of Magic, offered him interviews, and helped him connect with internal officials. He rejected all offers. Next, the teachers learned that he was working at the Boggin Bock Magic Shop. ”

"Borgin Burke?" Harry repeated in a daze.

"Yes, there it is," Dumbledore said calmly. "I'm sure when we walk into Hao Qi's memories, you should be able to understand why this place attracts him. However, this was not Voldemort's first choice. Almost no one knew about it at the time—I was one of the few people who could be trusted by the headmaster at the time,—— Voldemort first went to Professor Deppert to ask if he could stay on as a teacher. ”

"He wants to stay?" Van Lin asked, somewhat surprised, "Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

"I'm sure he had his reasons, but he didn't confide in Professor Depert. Dumbledore nodded. "First and foremost, Voldemort valued the school more than he had been alone, and Hogwarts was the happiest place he had ever been, the first and only place where he felt at home. ”

Harry felt a little uncomfortable with these words, as this was how he felt about Hogwarts.

"Secondly, the castle is full of ancient magic. There was no doubt that Voldemort had discovered more of the castle's secrets than most of the other students who lived there, but he probably thought that there were still many secrets to be discovered and that there was a lot of magic to be discovered. ”

"Third, as a teacher, he will have more power to influence and manipulate young witches and wizards. Perhaps he was inspired by Professor Slughorn, who was favored by him and watched him show how influential a professor can be. I don't think Voldemort intended to stay at Hogwarts for the rest of his life, but I do believe he saw it as a recruit camp, a place where he could build his own army. ”

"So, you refused? Or rather, Professor Deapert?"

"yes, he didn't. Professor Depert felt that he was only eighteen years old, which was too young. Dumbledore said. "I persuaded Armando to put down that meeting...... I didn't explain the reasons I told you at the time, because Professor Depayt liked Voldemort very much and believed in his loyalty. But I don't want Voldemort to come back to this school, especially not to see him get such an influential position. ”

"Defence Against the Dark Arts class. The answer is very clear to all.

If other subjects at Hogwarts teach people how to live better, then Defence Against the Dark Arts teaches people how to survive.

Van Lin is well aware of the importance of Defence Against the Dark Arts, or rather, every wizard......

Otherwise, when Umbridge was stationed at Hogwarts, he would not have chosen Defence Against the Dark Arts, although at that time there was only a vacancy in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but with the ability of the Ministry of Magic, he could choose other disciplines.

The foundation of wizard survival is magic.

"yes, Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was an old professor named Galati Merischaut, who had been at Hogwarts for almost fifty years. ”

Later, Voldemort went to the Borgin Bock Magic Store, and at that time, all the teachers who liked him felt that it was a pity that such a young and promising wizard actually went to work in the store. But no matter what, Voldemort was not just a small clerk, he was polite, handsome and intelligent, and was soon entrusted with important tasks. He's in charge of finding something special that only a store like the Boginbock kind, something you should know, something with an unusually powerful magic. Voldemort was sent out to convince people to sell their treasure in stores for them - he was quite gifted at it. ”

"I bet he has it. Harry couldn't stop it.

"Yes, very much. Dumbledore smiled faintly. "Now, listen to what the house-elf Hadge has to say, she works for a very old and rich witch named Hypziba Smith. ”

Dumbledore tapped a bottle with his wand, the cork flew out, and he poured the swirling memory into the meditation basin and said as usual, "You come first, Harry." ”

Harry stood up, leaned over the rippling silver substance in the stone basin again, and buried his face in it.

"Professor......" Van Lin hesitated, "are you still going to let Harry find out that the soul fragment is a Horcrux?"

"Of course. Dumbledore nodded, "It's useful, we can't do everything for Harry, and besides, we have to use Harry to determine how many Horcruxes there are, this is where Harry and Voldemort have a heart." ”

Van Lin silently recited the names of all the Horcruxes, including Harry, and the only thing missing now was what Voldemort would use as his new Horcrux reserve after he recklessly killed Nagini.

Suddenly, Van Lin had some bad premonitions.

Voldemort is not what he remembers, he has more exposure and more mastery, so he has more choices......

"I'm sorry, Professor, though I didn't mean to disturb your Yaxing, but these memories ...... It's hard for me to make a difference. Van Lin shook his head.

"But it works for Harry, and that's enough. Dumbledore said slowly, "Let's go." ”

Van Lin nodded, and immersed his spirit in the meditation basin.

I have to admit that the meditation basin is indeed a good place, his whole mind is wrapped in coldness, as if it is empty, and his brain is surprisingly calm.

Van Lin swirled and fell in the black nothingness, and then landed in a living room, in front of a very fat old lady, wearing a yellow wig and a fluttering shiny pink robe, which looked like a pile of melting ice cream cakes.

She was dressing up in front of a small jeweled mirror, throwing rouge on her already red face with a huge puff, and one of the driest and oldest house-elves Harry had ever seen was putting on her fat feet in silky slippers.

"Hurry up, Haoqi!" said Hypziba imperiously. "He said it was four o'clock, and it wasn't a few minutes, and he was never late!"

She put away her puff, and the house-elf straightened up, her head touching Hypziba's chair. Her wrinkled skin hung from the skeleton, like the old brittle linen sheets on her body, dragging down like a robe.

"How do I look?" asked Hypziba, looking at herself in the mirror from all angles.

"It's a bit bad. Van Lin complained.

"Lovely, ma'am. Hao Qi replied sharply.

If it was Kreacher or Dobby, he wouldn't have answered that, and Van Lin could only guess that there was a clause in Haoqi's contract that she had to lie about such questions, because Hypziba Smith seemed to be a big cut away from cuteness.

Van Lin looked up, and Harry was on the couch not far away, and judging by Harry's expression, it felt like a large mouthful of white sugar at once.

Sweetness or anything doesn't exist at all, except for the stimulation of taste buds that doubt life, and only the feeling of vomiting remains.

Van Lin thought it was very apt.

And the poor elf repeats such stories every day.

Sure enough, the psychological problems of house-elves cannot be ignored, and perhaps in this regard, Van Lin can give Hermione some advice appropriately.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the mistress and the house-elf jumped up at the same time.

"Quick, quick, he's coming, Haoqi!" Hypzibah screamed, she was a little shy, which was very disobedient to Hypzibah's face.

Van Lin suddenly regretted that he should have rejected Dumbledore's offer, it was not a memory that would make him feel pleasant, and anything else, even Gaunt's, was much stronger than this.

The house-elf immediately ran out of the room, and to be honest, there were so many things in the room that it was hard to believe that anyone could walk through the room without knocking over more than a dozen things: cabinets full of lacquer boxes, shelves with gold-carved books on covers, shelves for celestial spheres, and lush plants in copper pots—the whole room looked like a mixture of an antique shop and a greenhouse.

The house-elf returned in a moment, followed by a tall young man.

Van Lin recognized him as Voldemort at a glance. He simply wore a black robe, his hair was a little longer than when he was at school, and his cheeks were thin, but all this flattered him, making him look more handsome than before.

He was so adept at navigating the crowded rooms that he could tell he had been there many times. Then he bent down and took Hypziba's fat hand and touched it lightly with his lips.

"I brought you flowers, beautiful lady. He said elegantly, and then he didn't know where to take a bouquet of roses.

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