Chapter 424

"... I wonder if I'm lucky enough to come to your house for a chat?"

Finally, Slughorn nodded.

Although he is not sure about Maka's intention, since he is from Hogwarts, it is always the right choice not to take the initiative to gather up.

But for Slughorn, since he failed to avoid others, it has actually explained a lot of problems.

Maka followed him and went in through the back door.

The house is actually quite spacious, but perhaps because its owner stuffed too many daily necessities, it can't help but make people feel a little crowded and messy.

In the living room where Marca is served, there are all kinds of soft chairs, foot cushions, piles of soft cushions and so on. Books, drinks and snacks are readily available on the tea table covered with table blankets.

The big fireplace was ablaze with flames, making the room warm even in the corner.

If it's neat, it's even as neat as Maka's office; But in terms of the comfort of daily life, I believe no one will not like this room.

Before reaching the soft sofa, Maka took out several wine bottles from her waist and put them on the tea table as a visiting gift.

But then, after he was trapped in the sofa, he asked a question that was enough to bring the room temperature to freezing point.

"Mr. Slughorn, Voldemort --" as soon as Maka mentioned the name, the fat old man trembled, "... How much does he pay you?"

"What are you talking about?" Slughorn frowned immediately. "And don't mention that name to me!"

"I'm not talking nonsense," Marca smiled. "Originally, I just came to be a lobbyist today. Hogwarts needs a new potion professor next school year --"

"I won't go!" Slughorn snapped.

"No, didn't I? That's just my 'original' purpose," Marca explained. "If Professor McGonagall hadn't asked me if I had a suitable candidate, I wouldn't have come to you..."

He paused, but then said, "but in fact, I began to pay attention to you a few months ago... Do you understand what I say?"

"Oh - actually I prefer Mead!" Slughorn said perfunctorily as he picked up the bottle on the table and looked at the label. "What should I know?"

"For a while, you moved around very frequently - from here to there, but it wasn't long before you bought it from the Muggle owner of the house and lived here for a long time." Maka said leisurely. "I think I can understand what happened during this period."

"I just want to look around and choose a place suitable for the elderly!" Slughorn still insisted. "As you can see, it's time to enjoy the leisure life in my old age."

"Why?" Marca shook her head. "In that case, why don't you show me your arm?"

Slughorn finally changed his face when he heard the speech. After a moment of silence, he sighed heavily.

"Listen to you, if Mileva doesn't look for you, you're not going to come to me?" he put down his bottle and said weakly.

"That's right," Marka nodded calmly. "I don't think you need me to come to you. You'll take the initiative to go back to Hogwarts... Won't you?"

"How, how possible..." Slughorn immediately shook his head. "I believe you know much better than me how dangerous Hogwarts has been in recent years - how can I go and ask for hardship?"

"Because it's not necessarily safe here," Marca said without hesitation. "You've been in danger since you couldn't refuse Fu - you know, since you couldn't refuse his solicitation. Although you always like to make friends with excellent talents, I'm afraid it will only annoy you like Riedel's' excellent '?"

"... you won't understand." Slughorn quietly stared at the pattern on the table carpet. After a while of silence, he gently spit out such a sentence.

But Maka just smiled calmly.

"All right!" he nodded slightly. "It's not distress, it's regret - right?"

"What?" Slughorn raised his head suddenly, and a strange surprise flashed in his eyes.

Maka thought carefully and decided to reveal some unimportant information to the fat old man.

"In order to eliminate your worry -" he spread his hands, "of course, it's also to let you stand on our side as soon as possible. I'll tell you directly!"

At this point, Maka paused again, which made Slughorn concentrate again.

"... Horcrux, the way to split the soul, he learned from you, right?"

"How could you --"

In Slughorn's shock, Marca waved her hand and interrupted him.

"There are seven Voldemort's Horcruxes, six of which are in my hand."

"Really... Seven times?" Slughorn's hand trembled. "How can... Human soul can bear seven times?"

"More than that!" Maka said casually. "To be exact, it's about thirteen times - that's the limit number of divisions."

"Really?" Slughorn hesitated. "How did you know?"

"It's clearly written in some ancient books," Marca shrugged. "I have a little research on soul magic."

"How do you know he only made seven Horcruxes?" Slughorn asked.

"No, in fact, he only made six Horcruxes on his own initiative," replied Marca. "Every time he divided the soul, it took a long time to warm up. He couldn't make Horcruxes continuously. However, after he made the sixth Horcrux, he... You know."

"... died in Porter's house?" Slughorn answered subconsciously.

"That's right!" Ma Ka nodded.

"What about the seventh one?" Slughorn hurriedly asked. "He did another one after he was resurrected?"

"Unfortunately, I can't explain more about the seventh Horcrux..." Maka said, "but I can tell you clearly that it's also in my hand."

"How can you be sure that he didn't continue to make Horcruxes after his resurrection?" Slughorn asked suspiciously.

"This is another secret about him," Marca hesitated a little. "You should already know it? After his resurrection, his power became very unusual."

"Yes... Those terrible black gases..." Slughorn recalled with a shudder.

"That's it," said Maka. "Because of the new power he got, he doesn't dare to continue making Horcruxes now. I dare say - he doesn't even dare to let his soul shake a little more!"

"I can understand," Slughorn nodded. "I happened to see him emitting black smoke all over his body once before - that should be the sudden explosion of his power!"

Marca looked at him noncommittally. After a while, she turned her head.

"Well... Now that you have said so much, I think you can decide?"

As soon as he said this, Slughorn fell into meditation again.

Maka told him the reason for these "important information", which he knew very well.

First, Maka wanted him to know that Voldemort's secret was not a secret at all in Maka's eyes, as if everything was under his control; Second, these words will undoubtedly become a constraint on him.

No matter which side he finally decided to take, it was impossible for him to tell Voldemort. Once he spoke out in front of Voldemort, there would be no reward, and there was no doubt that he would be killed on the spot.

After all, when Voldemort was Tom Riddle, the secret of the Horcrux was explained to the other party by him, horag Slughorn.

If Voldemort knew that the secret of the Horcrux might have been leaked, he would be the first suspect.

"... why would you want me back to Hogwarts?" Slughorn suddenly asked Marca, "what's my value? I need you to exchange these secrets?"

"Hmm?" Marca looked at him and said, "although I didn't think it was worth anything... However, every little helper on Voldemort's side will undoubtedly be easier for us, won't it?"

"That's why?" Slughorn hesitated.

"Isn't that enough?" asked Marca. "If you work for Voldemort wholeheartedly, you can add a lot of trouble to us - you must have taken a lot of trouble in Voldemort's entry into the Ministry of magic?"

"Well... As I said, don't mention the name of 'that man' here..." Slughorn touched his nose and looked away with a guilty conscience.

"Look! Didn't I say it before I came in?" Marca smiled. "You have a good reputation in the British magic world - and even the global magic world. I value your extensive and heavy communication circle."

"So, are you sure you can... Keep me safe?" Slughorn thought for a while, suddenly stretched his neck and asked carefully.

"Of course!" Maka nodded decisively. "As long as you don't run around and stay at Hogwarts, I don't think there's anything to be afraid of even if Voldemort attacks again."

"You are so confident..." Slughorn said.

"Moderate self-confidence can win people's trust," Maka did not deny this. "Sometimes, excessive self-modesty will make others unhappy!"

"Let me think again!" Slughorn sighed.

"Of course, it's not a problem. It's still early for the next school year!" Maka said, suddenly turning her head to the door. "But I'm afraid there's not as much time for you as you think."