Chapter 1138

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

Dumbledore's question made him a little embarrassed. He didn't seriously think of a way to get the memory. He only tried it for a while. Then, srahorn also refused Harry very wisely. This result did not surprise Harry, but in the face of Dumbledore

"Well, that day, van Lin and I found out that Ron had taken Love Medicine by mistake, and then I sent him to Professor Slughorn. I thought, if I could make Professor Slughorn happy... "

"So Did it work? " Dumbledore asked blandly.

"Er Well, no, Professor, because Ron was poisoned... " Harry opened his mouth, lying and things like that were obviously not appropriate, especially in the face of Dumbledore.

Strictly speaking, Dumbledore had great expectations of him, but it was destined that it would not have been a good result.

“…… So, naturally, you'll forget about the retrieval; but I shouldn't expect you to think about anything else when your best friend is in danger. But as soon as Mr. Weasley is in good health, I think it's time for you to go back and finish the task I gave you. I believe I have shown you the importance of this memory. In fact, I've tried my best to make you understand that it's the most critical of all memories, and without it we'll waste time. "

A burning sense of shame ran through Harry's head. Dumbledore didn't raise his voice so much that he couldn't even hear anger in his voice, but Harry would rather listen to him yelling; this cold regret is worse than anything.

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

"Something else bothers you," Dumbledore let him go. "I see." The silence fell again among the three, the most uncomfortable silence Harry had ever received from Dumbledore; it seemed endless, interspersed with occasional snores, from the portrait of Amando dipette on Dumbledore's head.

All of a sudden, Harry had a strange feeling of shrinking himself, as if he had become shorter when he entered the room. He couldn't stand it and said, "Professor Dumbledore, I'm really sorry. I should have done more - I should have thought you wouldn't let me do it if it didn't matter. "

"Harry, thank you for saying that." Dumbledore said calmly. "So I hope you can make it a priority from now on? After tonight, if we don't get this memory, we can't do anything. "

"I will, professor. I'll get it from him." He answered eagerly.

"Let's not talk about it now," Dumbledore said kindly, "and continue from where we ended last time. Do you remember where we went? "

"Yes, Professor," Harry said quickly, and then took a look at Vaseline, who had not been there last time, and Harry felt that he needed to explain.

"Voldemort killed his father and grandfather as if it were his uncle muffin. And then he went back to Hogwarts and he asked - he asked Slughorn about soul fragments. " Harry muttered with shame.

"Good," said Dumbledore. "Well, I hope you remember that I said at the beginning of our course that we are going to do a lot of speculative thinking?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now, I think you agree, I've shown you solid evidence of what Voldemort did before he was seven?" Harry nodded.

"But now, Harry," Dumbledore said. "Now things are more treacherous. If it's hard to trace the boy's riddle, it's almost impossible to find the memory of Voldemort. In fact, I suspect that no one but himself can tell us what he has done since he left Hogwarts. But I still have the last two memories to share with you. "

Dumbledore is about two luminous crystal bottles beside the meditation basin. "I'd like to hear from you and see if I've made the right inference about them."

Thinking that Dumbledore attached so much importance to his opinion, Harry was ashamed that he had not completed the recall of soul fragments. He moved in his chair with a sense of guilt to see Dumbledore lift the first bottle and examine it under the light.

"I hope you don't get tired of getting into other people's memories, because both memories are very interesting." He said. "The first one came from a very old family elf named Hodge. Before we read Hodge's memory, I'm going to quickly describe to you how Voldemort left Hogwarts. "

"He was promoted to the seventh grade. As you might have expected, he got the highest score in every exam. What he and his classmates are concerned about at this time is what kind of career they will do after graduation. Almost everyone thinks highly of Tom Riddell, the student leader, the boy prefect and the winner of the school's special contribution award. As far as I know, some professors, including Professor Slughorn, encouraged him to join the Ministry of magic, provided him with interview opportunities and helped him contact relevant internal officials. He turned down all the offers. Next, the teachers learned that he had worked in boginbock magic shop"Bogin Burke?" Harry's dizzy repetition.

"Yes, there it is," Dumbledore said quietly. "I believe that when we walk into Hodge's memory, you should be able to understand why this place attracts him. But it's not Voldemort's first choice. At that time, almost no one knew that - I was one of the few people the president could trust at the time - Voldemort went to Professor dipette to ask if he could stay as a teacher

"He wants to stay?" Fanlin asked unexpectedly, "defense of the dark arts?"

"I believe he has his own reasons, but he didn't disclose it to Professor dipert." Dumbledore nodded. "First and foremost, Voldemort values this school more than he once advocated being alone. Hogwarts is the happiest place he has ever been and the first and only place where he feels at home."

Harry was a little uncomfortable with these words, because it was also how he felt about Hogwarts.

"Second, the castle is full of ancient magic. There is no doubt that Voldemort has discovered more secrets of the castle than most of the other students who live in it, but he may think that there are still many secrets to be discovered and there is a lot of magic to explore. "

"Third, as a teacher, he can have more power to influence and manipulate young witches and witches. Perhaps he was inspired by Professor Slughorn, where he was adored and watched as he showed how influential a professor can be. I don't think Voldemort intends to stay at Hogwarts all his life, but I believe he sees it as a recruiting camp, a place where he can build his own army. "

"So you refused? Or professor dipette? "

"Yes, he didn't get it. Professor dipert thinks he's only eighteen years old. He's too young. " Said Dumbledore. "I once advised Oman to put off that meeting I didn't explain the reasons I told you, because professor dipert liked Voldemort very much and believed in his loyalty. But I don't want Voldemort back in this school, especially if he gets such an influential position

"Defense against the dark arts class." The answer is clear to everyone.

If other disciplines at Hogwarts teach people how to live a better life, defense against the dark arts is to teach people how to survive.

Van Lim is well aware of the importance of defense against the dark arts, or every wizard

Otherwise, when Umbridge entered Hogwarts, he would not have chosen defense against the dark arts. Although there were only gaps in defense of the dark arts at that time, other disciplines could be selected with the ability of the Ministry of magic.

The essence of wizard's survival is magic.

"Yes, defense against the dark arts. It was an old professor named Galati Merritt, who had been working at Hogwarts for almost 50 years

"Then Voldemort went to the boginbock magic shop. At that time, all the teachers who liked him felt sorry that such a young and promising wizard worked in the shop. But in any case, Voldemort would not be just a little shop assistant. He was polite, handsome and intelligent, and soon was entrusted with a heavy responsibility. He's in charge of looking for something special that only a perkinbock shop can have, and you should know, something that has extraordinary, powerful magic. Voldemort was sent out to persuade people to sell their treasures to the shops - he was very gifted with it. "

"I bet he has it." Said Harry uncontrollably.

"Yes, there are." Dumbledore gave a faint smile. "Now, let's hear from the house elf, Hodge, who works for a very old and wealthy witch named heptesba Smith."

Dumbledore tapped a bottle with his wand and the cork flew out. He poured the spinning memory into the meditation basin and said as usual, "you come first, Harry."

Harry got up, leaned down again on the silver microwave in the basin and buried his face in it.

"Professor..." Vaseline hesitated. "Are you still going to let Harry find out for himself that soul fragments are Horcruxes?"

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded. "It's very useful. We can't do everything for Harry. Moreover, we have to determine through Harry how many Horcruxes there are. This is where Harry and Voldemort share the same mind."

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

All of a sudden, van Lin had a bad feeling.

Now Voldemort is not what he remembered. He contacted more and mastered more, so he has more rights to choose

"I'm sorry, Professor, although I don't mean to disturb you, these memories It's hard for me to make any difference. " Van Lin shook his head.

"But it works for Harry, that's enough." Dumbledore said slowly, "let's go."Van Lin nodded and immersed his spirit into the meditation basin.

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

Fanlin whirled and fell in the black nothingness, then fell into a living room, in front of a very fat old lady, wearing a yellow wig, coat, a light and gaudy pink robe, looked like a pile of melting ice cream cake.

She was dressing up in a small gem mirror, throwing rouge on her already red face with a huge powder puff, and one of the driest and oldest domestic elves Harry had ever seen was putting silk slippers on her fat feet.

"Come on, Hodge!" 'said haphazardly. "He said he would arrive at four o'clock. It's only a few minutes. He's never late!"

She put away her powder puff, and the house elf straightened up, and her head was about to touch the chair of haphazpa. Her dry, wrinkled skin hung on the bone shelf and dragged down like a robe like the old brittle linen sheets she had on her.

"How do I look?" Asked haphazpa, looking into the mirror and admiring herself from all angles.

"It's a little bad." Fan Lin Tucao to make complaints about it.

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

If it was kretcher or dobby, it would not have been. Van Lin could only guess that there was a clause in Hodge's contract that required her to lie to such questions, because Harper Smith seemed so far from cute.

Vaseline looked up, and Harry was not far away from the sofa. Judging from Harry's expression, it felt like a big gulp of sugar.

Sweetness doesn't exist at all. In addition to the taste buds that are suspicious of life, there is only a sense of vomiting.

Van Lin thought it was appropriate.

And the poor elves repeat this story every day.

Sure enough, the psychological problems of domestic elves can not be ignored. Maybe in this regard, van Lin can give Hermione some suggestions.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the hostess and the house elf jumped at the same time.

"Come on, come on, he's here, Hodge!" She screamed. She was a little shy, which was very disobedient on her face.

Van Lim suddenly regretted that he should refuse Dumbledore's proposal. This is not a pleasant memory. Anything else, even Gunter's, is much better than this.

The house elf immediately ran out of the room. 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 touching more than a dozen things: cabinets full of lacquerware boxes, shelves filled with carved gold books on the cover, display shelves for celestial instruments, and lush plants in copper pots - the room looked like an antique shop And the greenhouse.

The house elf came back soon, followed by a tall young man.

Van Lim recognized him as Voldemort at a glance. He simply wore a black robe, his hair was a little longer than he had been at school, and his cheeks were thin, but they all set him off and made him look more handsome than before.

He was so skillful in his crowded room that he could see that he had been here many times. Then he bent down, took up hepteziba's fat hand and touched it with his lips.

"I brought you flowers, beautiful lady." He said politely, and then he did not know where to take a bunch of roses out.

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