Chapter 184: 'His Struggle”

Chapter 184: “His Struggle”

I contemplated numerous possibilities, Horace Grindelwald casually waved the old wand he held, transforming it into a plush armchair.

He then seated himself comfortably in front of Slughorn.

Slughorn remained unperturbed throughout, savoring his delicious pineapple compote.

Their interaction felt more like old friends reminiscing about the past than enemies.

Grindelwald continued, Ive had suspicions about many individuals at HogwartsFrios, Pomona, even Auroraall of them had motives and possibilities for betrayal. However, you, Horace, I never considered the possibility of your betrayal.

Betrayal? Slughorn scoffed, rising to his feet. He opened a new bottle of mead and poured himself a glass.

From the day I set foot in Hogwarts, were you already a covert spy for the Order of the Phoenix? Grindelwald inquired with curiosity.

Of course! Slughorn nodded naturally. From the moment I learned of Armando Dippets demise, from the instant I witnessed Yusuf Kamas death before your followers, from when I saw Albus Dumbledores every trace erased Horace Slughorn had already made his decision.

It appears you hold a significant position within the Order of the Phoenix? Grindelwald asked with interest.

The status within the Order of the Phoenix is neither high nor low, Professor Slughorn replied, spreading his hands. I have only one contact online, and rest assured, you will not find that person. Simultaneously, Minerva is the only other person on this line, and you neednt trouble yourself interrogating her; you wont get anything from her.

Of course, I am aware of that, Grindelwald acknowledged.

Thank you, Professor Slughorn murmured before sipping his mead.

Speaking of which, Horace, you have truly caused me a great deal of trouble over the years

Grindelwald conjured another goblet and was about to pour himself some of Slughorns mead when he stopped him.

Youll drink from this bottle! Slughorn tossed the previously untouched mead bottle to Grindelwald, then poured himself a generous glass from the newly opened bottle.

Very well, Grindelwalds expression shifted slightly, but he seemed to accept it.

While pouring himself a glass of mead, he continued, In hindsight, there indeed were many challenges, the invisible hand behind you, Horace

Its akin to the informant fifteen years ago. Now that I think about it, that may well have been your doing, Horace Remus Lupin came to me with the childrens plans. When I ordered the teachers to seal off all exits at Hogwarts, mainly the secret passages, to prevent anyone from escaping, you must have sensed something amiss and alerted the children.

Of course! Slughorn responded proudly. Honestly, I had little hope that they would manage to escape from Hogwarts at the time. I didnt expect them to surprise me. The invisibility cloak passed down through the Potter family is truly remarkable. However, I still cant fathom how they all fit beneath that small cloak.

It is indeed an exceptional invisibility cloak! Grindelwald remarked, squinting his eyes.

I presume that cloak of invisibility is now in your possession, Grindelwald After your apprehension of Potter Professor Slughorn teased.

Slughorn shook his head with a blank expression.

Thats impossible!

So, he was unequivocally rejected.

Grindelwald did not express anger but calmly poured himself another glass of mead.

To be honest, over the years, Ive grown accustomed to this, he commented composedly. You members of the Order of the Phoenix, at least those Ive had contact with, are as resolute as Albus evidently, you are all as mad as him.

Indeed, he was right about you, Grindelwald! Slughorn suddenly remarked.

Oh? Grindelwald raised an intrigued eyebrow.

He said youre a lunatic!

Thats accurate, Grindelwald concurred unexpectedly, offering a smile. Its not just me; he sometimes shares that madness as well!

Both bottles of mead were nearly empty.

The conversation between Grindelwald and Slughorn drew to a close.

After a moment of silence, Slughorn reclined in his chair, slowly closing his eyes as if drifting off to sleep.

Observing his colleague, who had been a companion for almost fifty years, and the mead bottle in his hand

Grindelwald sighed with a tinge of regret and shook his head.

Farewell, Horace!

He emptied the last drops of mead from his bottle onto the floor before turning and exiting his office.

Rosier awaited him outside Slughorns office.

How did it go, Lord Grindelwald? she inquired promptly as he emerged.

Grindelwald sighed once more.

Then he shook his head again and replied in a low voice, The Dean of Slytherin, Professor Horace Eugene Flaccus Slughorn has just accidentally ingested poison and passed in his sleep.