Chapter 1128

"I don't think so," said a sarcastic voice; Phineas nigerus had apparently been pretending to be asleep.

Dumbledore ignored him. "Now, Harry, I have to stick with our lessons. I have something more important to discuss with you tonight

Harry sat there defiantly. What if he refuses to change the subject? What if he insisted on arguing about Malfoy?

However, Dumbledore shook his head as if seeing through his thoughts.

In fact, Harry's resistance is too obvious. It's very natural for Harry to hold on to Snape.

What's more, this time, a Malfoy?

It's not going to be good for them to get together for two months at such a critical time, I think.

The Dark Lord?

That's what death eaters call it.

Harry prefers Voldemort to be a hairless pig.

Er

He may be thinner, but he's really hairless.

"Ah, Harry, how often this happens, even among the best friends! Everyone believes that what they want to say is much more important than others! "

"I don't think what you're going to say doesn't matter, Professor," Harry said stiffly. "We're talking about it now."

"Oh, but that doesn't seem to me a problem." Dumbledore didn't care.

"But But Malfoy is likely to... "

"Probably what?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry with a smile.

"I mean, Malfoy He... " Harry opened his mouth. Did he tell Dumbledore that Malfoy wanted to kill Dumbledore?

In front of Dumbledore?

But Dumbledore looks like this

Does Dumbledore think he's crazy?

Harry himself felt like he was crazy.

Malfoy, no matter how you look at this name, you can't draw an equal sign with Dumbledore, whether it's Harry, or vaseline, even after giving him decades of time

Oh, Fanlin may not last so long. He has a sorcerer's stone. It seems that it is not difficult to simply use magic. However, obviously, it is impossible to face Dumbledore with hard steel.

What plot is Malfoy going to use?

"So, what do you want to say about Mr. Malfoy. " Dumbledore looked at Harry calmly.

"I mean..." Harry took a deep breath. "Malfoy is likely to be doing harm to Hogwarts, even to you."

"Harm Hogwarts? Or am I? " Dumbledore repeated briefly. Harry felt that his head might have been pinched by the door when he came in, but Harry could only be brave at the moment

"Oh, well, it's really an interesting thing." Dumbledore looked at Harry for a moment.

"Oh, I'm not kidding..." Harry is a little bit crazy, how to see, this matter is not enough to let Dumbledore alert

"Of course, I'm not joking, am I, Harry?" Dumbledore said with a smile. "Anyway, I think I should thank you for the reminder, Harry."

Dumbledore took out another small crystal bottle from his inner pocket. Harry immediately calmed down. He remembered that Dumbledore said it was the most important memory he had collected.

"So, I think we can start today's teaching, right? Of course, I'm not sure about the next section. There's still a lot of important things waiting for us to do, isn't there? There's less and less time for us, Harry."

Harry was completely quiet. Although Dumbledore's attitude had upset him before, in fact, Harry is still very unhappy so far, but it is not very important now.

Dumbledore's movement was very gentle, as if he was afraid of confusing the memory.

Harry noticed that it was not easy to pour all the memories into the meditation basin. They seemed to be a little sticky. Could memories deteriorate?

"This one won't take long," Dumbledore finally emptied the bottle. "I'll be back in a flash. Then, go into the meditation basin again... "

Harry once again fell into the silver memory, just like before the experience, but the difference is, this time just fell in front of a person, Harry immediately recognized him. In front of him was Horace slahorn, much younger than he is now.

Harry was used to his baldness, so when he saw srahorn with his shiny, thick straw hair, he was quite flustered; it looked like a thatch over his head, but there was a shiny area on top of his head, about the size of a kingaron.

His beard was ginger, not as many as he is now. He wasn't that fat compared to the slahorn Harry knew, but the gold buttons on the embroidered vest were quite tight. His small feet were resting on a small stool with velvet mats, and his body was comfortably leaning against a winged armchair, one small glass of wine in one hand, and another in a box of pineapple preserves.Dumbledore appeared next to Harry. Harry looked around and found them standing in slahorn's office. There were half a dozen boys sitting around srahorn, all in harder, shorter chairs, all looking about fifteen.

Harry recognized Riedel at once. He has the most handsome face and looks the most relaxed. His right hand lay carelessly on the armrest; Harry was suddenly shocked to see that he was wearing Marvolo's gold ring with black stone; it meant that he had killed his father.

"Professor, is Professor melisot really retiring?" Asked Riedel.

"Tom, Tom, I can't even tell you what I know," said srahorn, shaking a sugary finger and blinking at him, which belittles the effect of blame.

"I have to say, I want to know how you got the news, son; you're better informed than half the teachers."

Riedel laughed; the other boys also laughed, casting admiring glances at him.

"Considering your uncanny ability to inquire about things you shouldn't know, and your thoughtful and meticulous flattery to important people - and thank you for sending me these pineapples, which are really my favorite --"

a few boys were giggling when something strange happened. The whole room was suddenly filled with thick white fog, and Harry could see nothing but Dumbledore's face standing beside him.

Then Slughorn's words came out of the fog in an unusually loud voice: -- you'll go astray, son. Remember what I say

The fog disappeared, as suddenly as it came out, no one mentioned it, and no one seemed to have just experienced something unusual. Harry looked around in disbelief, and a little golden clock on srahorn's desk was telling the time. It was already ten o'clock in the evening.

"My God, is it so late?" Said slahorn. "You'd better go back, children, or we'll all be in trouble. Lestrange, I want you to hand in your paper tomorrow, or you'll be locked up. You too, Avery. "

As the boys filed out, srahorn stood up and put the empty cup on the desk. But Riedel stayed behind. Harry could see that he was deliberately stalling, trying to end up in the house alone with slahorn.

"Come on, Tom," said slahorn, turning to see that he was not gone. "You don't want to be caught out of bed at this time, and you're still a prefect..."

"Professor, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask, my child, ask..."

"Professor, do you know The soul fragment? "

It was all over again: dense smog shrouded the room, Harry couldn't see Riedel and slahorn at all; only Dumbledore was quietly smiling at him. Then Islla Horn's voice as like as two peas.

"I don't know any soul fragments, and I won't tell you if I do! Hurry up and don't let me see you mention them again

The memory seems to end here, which makes Harry feel bad, the fog The thick fog covered everything.

"Well, that's all," Dumbledore said quietly at Harry's side. "It's time to go."

Harry's feet were off the ground, and a few seconds later they were back on the carpet at Dumbledore's desk.

"Is that all?" Said Harry blankly. Dumbledore said it was the most important memory, but he could not see its significance. There was no doubt that the fog was strange, and no one had noticed it, except that nothing seemed to have happened, and Riedel merely asked an unanswered question.

"You may have noticed," Dumbledore returned to his chair behind him, "that this memory has been tampered with."

"Tampered with?" Harry repeated, and he sat back.

"Of course," Dumbledore said, "Professor slahorn interfered with his own memories."

"But why did he do it?"

"I think it's because he's ashamed of what he remembers," Dumbledore said. "In order to make himself more brilliant, he tried to write the memory and erase the parts that I didn't want to see. You must have noticed, too, that memories are very crude, which is good for us, because it shows that real memories are hidden under those changes. "So, I'm going to leave you homework for the first time, Harry. Your task is to persuade professor slahorn to reveal his true memory, which is undoubtedly a crucial message. "

Harry stares at him. "But there's no doubt, Professor," he kept his voice as respectful as possible, "you don't need me - you can use it to read Or vomit the real medicine... "

"Professor slahorn is an extremely capable wizard, and he must have thought of both," Dumbledore said. "He's a lot more accomplished in brain sealing than poor muffin Gunter, and I'd be surprised if he didn't carry the antidote for emetic after I forced this distorted memory."Yes, I think it would be foolish to try to snatch the truth from Professor slahorn, and it would do more harm than good; I don't want him to leave Hogwarts. However, he also has his own weaknesses like us, and I believe you are the one who can break through his defenses. Getting that real memory is the most important thing, Harry We can only know how important it is until we see the real object. So, good luck Good night. "

Harry was a little surprised at the sudden end of class. He quickly got up.

"Good night, professor."

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"He's smart, isn't he?" Dumbledore suddenly said, watching Harry go out of the door, everything seems to return to calm.

"Maybe..." A gloomy voice suddenly came from the balcony. "I don't make any comment on it, headmaster."

"You hate him, Severus, don't you?" Dumbledore calmly looked at the man who suddenly appeared in the headmaster's office, Severus Snape A man focused on satirizing Harry for his Potions.

Defense against the dark arts is only a slightly failed transformation.

"In a sense, yes, Mr. principal." Snape said coldly, for Dumbledore, it is difficult to say what kind of attitude Snape is.

Respect?

Oh, it may be a little bit, but it's very limited, isn't it? Compared with Dumbledore, Snape respects Voldemort a little more. Even if he defected, it was only an accident.

"In a sense." Dumbledore seems to have heard an interesting news. "It makes me curious, Severus. So, you don't hate him."

"Up to now, I haven't found out, but I always have to reserve a chance. This is what you taught us, didn't you?"

"Oh, keep a chance. Yes, it is. Severus, it seems that you have changed a lot over the years, but as teachers and students, we still don't seem to be doing well Have you talked? "

"In fact, Professor..." Snape grinned. It was very strange to say this from his mouth. He hadn't called someone a professor so briefly in years?

Ten years? Twenty years? Thirty years?

Oh, forty years may be too long, but in fact, since leaving Hogwarts to join the Legion of death eaters, it seems that the title has gone away from him.

What a long lost title

And in the death eaters, he has always been respected, and he only needs to respect one person.

Death Eaters are so realistic that as long as you are capable and strong enough, no one but your master will pay attention to it.

Tom Riedel's favor, or the man who honored him as the Dark Lord.

To tell you the truth, there are some secondary two, and Tom Riddle abandoned his Muggle name and called himself Voldemort.

I'm Voldemort?

A simple letter conversion, and then turned an evil junior into an old Yin bi

Well, in fact, these factors are not suitable for the description of a pig.

In short, although Voldemort was not satisfied with Snape in some places, in fact, Voldemort was more indulgent in doing things under Voldemort's hands, and it was simple and fast enough. If anything happened, it would be better to ask more people to rush through together?

This is different from Dumbledore, although seemingly kind, in fact, Dumbledore is enough Or cold?

It's a real calculation, and as it happens, Snape is not bad at this And in fact, Snape had enough capital to survive on either side, and, by comparison, did he live well?

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