Chapter 1147

Slahorn's expression is a little dull. The stimulation of alcohol has paralyzed most of his original keen perception.

Now it looks more like Harry's previous behavior with srahorn, who just stares at Harry, holding his glass in both hands.

"Voldemort killed him," Harry said quietly, "and stepped over his body to my mother."

Slughorn shivered, but he couldn't get his frightened eyes off Harry's face.

"He told her to get out of there," Harry continued, impassively. "Fanlin told me she didn't have to die. Voldemort wanted me. She could have run away."

"Oh, my God." Slughorn took a deep breath. "She could have. She didn't have to. That's terrible!"

With these words, srahorn was like a ball that suddenly let out his breath, exhausted all his strength, but it was such a result.

It's not surprising that slaghorn is just doing things in the same way as most people.

"It's terrible, isn't it," Harry said, as if telling a story that didn't matter to him. "But she didn't leave. My father was dead, but she didn't want me to do the same. She tried to beg Voldemort, but Voldemort just laughed..."

"Enough!" Slughorn suddenly exclaimed, raising a trembling arm. "Really, I have a child. Enough. I'm just an old man. I don't want to hear I don't have to listen... "

"I forgot," Harry lied and the lucky potion told him to do it. "You like her, don't you? My mother... "

"I like her?" Srahorn seemed to be asking himself, and his eyes were full of tears again. "I can't imagine that the mysterious man met her and didn't kill her Very brave It's interesting But this is the most terrifying. "

"But you didn't help her son. She gave me life, but you wouldn't even give me a memory." Harry suddenly said coldly, like a bone marrow cold wind, if possible, the temperature of the whole cabin has been reduced.

Hagrid's snoring filled the hut. Harry looked firmly at Slughorn's tearful eyes. The potion teacher looked so close.

"Don't say that, that's not a problem. If that memory can help you, of course But it doesn't work. " "It's hard for him," said Slughorn haltingly, but Harry's eyes lit up.

"It can, Dumbledore needs its information, and so do I Harry said clearly. He knew he was safe and lucky to have told him that slahorn would not remember anything tomorrow morning.

Have you been drinking broken pieces?

I'm afraid it's not Shi Lezhi who drinks with Hagrid.

So Harry looked straight at Slughorn, and Harry understood a little. "I'm the one chosen. I need to kill Voldemort. I need that memory."

Slahorn's face was paler, and sweat was shining on his smooth forehead. "Are you the one chosen?"

"Of course, I am." Harry said calmly.

"But, my dear boy, you are asking for a great agreement. You're asking me to It's actually helping you try to destroy it. "

"Why don't you want to get rid of that wizard? He killed Lily Evans. Besides, he wants you..." Harry said angrily. He didn't understand srahorn's insistence. He had a chance to solve all this, but he still chose to hide for such a long time.

Harry already understood the meaning of the soul fragment, part of Voldemort's soul, probably Horcrux?

"Harry, Harry, I do want to, but..."

"Are you afraid that he will find out that you have helped me?"

Slaghorn stopped talking. He looked scary.

"Be brave like my mother, professor. Escape won't solve any problem. "

For a moment, the scene fell into a long silence.

Srahorn really seems to have drunk too much. His nerves are somewhat sluggish, and he seems to be judging. However, in such a state, he can't find a second way except identification.

Slowly, Slughorn raised a fat hand and pressed his finger to his mouth. At that time, he looked like an overgrown baby.

"I'm ashamed," said srahorn from between his fingers. "I'm ashamed of that memory. I think I might have done a lot of damage that day."

"It would be very brave and noble for you to tell me that part of that memory has been deleted." Said Harry, relieved.

Hagrid suddenly twitched in his dream and continued to snore. Harry and slaghorn looked at each other on both sides of the flickering candle. It was a long silence. Luck told Harry not to break the silence, just wait.

Then srahorn took out his wand, and with the other hand he took out a small bottle in his pocket, empty. Slughorn touched his temple with the tip of his wand, and when he took it back, he brought out a silver memory, stuck to one end of the wand, and the memory grew longer and longer. Slughorn coiled it and put it in the bottle. Then that memory, like gas, becomes a vortex in the bottle.He handed Harry the bottle over the table with shaking hands.

"Thank you very much, professor."

"You're a good boy," said srahorn, whose tears finally fell from his cheeks to his bushy beard. "You have the same eyes as her. Don't think too bad about me when you see it..."

Then he put his head on his arm, sighed and fell asleep.

When Harry climbed back to the castle, he could feel that filch was gone. The front door was still unlocked, but on the third floor he met Pippi, and he quickly hid in a shortcut, barely being found. When he arrived at the portrait of the fat lady and took off his invisibility cloak, he was not surprised to find that she was in a bad mood.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"I'm really sorry I have important things to do, so I have to go out... "

"Good, the password changed at midnight, so you're going to have to sleep in the hallway, OK?"

"You are joking!" Harry said, "why does it have to change at midnight?"? "That's the way it is," said the fat lady.

"If you are angry, go to the headmaster. He ordered security to be strengthened. "

"Great," Harry said bitterly, looking at the hard floor. "Smart. Yes, if Dumbledore was there, I would go to him. Because he wanted me to come.

"He's at school," said a voice behind Harry.

"Professor Dumbledore returned to school an hour ago." Nick, who was almost headless, was sliding towards Harry, his head shaking as usual on his collar. "I learned from barrow the bloody man that he saw him coming back," Nick said. "Professor Dumbledore, he said, was full of energy and happy, but a little tired, of course."

"Where is he?" Harry, his heart is beating fast.

"Oh, he groaned and rattled from the tower, his favorite pastime." Nick said, but it's obviously not like Dumbledore.

"It's not Barro the bloody man I asked where Dumbledore was

"Oh - I believe in his office," Nick said. "Blood man barrow said the professor had something to do before he went to bed..."

"Yes, he has something," said Harry, and his excitement flared up in his chest as he thought of telling Dumbledore that he had asked the memory. He turned and ran again, ignoring the fat lady who was calling behind him.

"Come back! Yes, I lied to you! I was woken up by you, so I was very angry! The password is still a tapeworm

But Harry had already run down the corridor, and a few minutes later, he stopped in front of Dumbledore's stone monster and said the word "toffee finger puff"

the stone monster jumped aside and allowed Harry to enter the spiral staircase.

"Come in," Dumbledore said when Harry knocked on the door. He sounds exhausted. Harry opened the door. Dumbledore's office looks the same as before, but outside is a dark, starry sky.

"Fanlin?" Harry looked at Van Lin, sitting on the sofa drinking tea with Dumbledore.

"So, Professor, I won." Van Lin said with a smile.

"But I'm very happy." Said Dumbledore.

"Professor - I got it. I've got a memory from Professor slahorn Harry took out the little glass bottle and showed it to Dumbledore. At that moment, the headmaster seemed to faint. Then there was a smile on his face.

"Of course, van Lin and I made a little bit of a wager on this, but obviously, van Lin wants to know you better, Harry!" Said Dumbledore, rising to take the bottle from Harry's hand.

A silver memory thread sits at the bottom of the bottle.

Harry looked up at Dumbledore. I don't know why. Harry always felt something wrong. Dumbledore was more tired than before. His face was a little blue and his eyes became more

A pale blue?

Harry thought he was wrong, but for a moment, Harry felt his body was cold.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Vaseline came over and patted Harry on the shoulder, and Harry came to his senses.

"When did you come?"

"About an hour ago." Fanlin said, "tease fox."

Harry noticed fox crouching on van Lin's shoulder.

"Now, then," said Dumbledore, strode out, put the meditation basin on the desk and emptied the bottle. "Now, we will see. Harry, come on I can't wait! "

Harry bowed down obediently and entered the meditation basin, feeling his feet off the floor of the office Once again, he fell into the dark and landed in Horace slahorn's office many years ago.

Slughorn was a much younger man in his thick glossy straw hair and ginger moustache. He was in the office, sitting in a comfortable winged armchair, his feet resting on a velvet mat, holding a small glass of wine in one hand and rummaging through a crystal pineapple box with the other.Half a dozen boys were sitting around Slughorn, including Tom Riddle. Muffin's black gold ring flashed on his fingers.

Dumbledore landed next to Fanlin and Harry, and this is Riddell asking, "Sir, is Professor Amando really retiring?"

"Tom, Tom, if I know, I can't tell you," said Slughorn, shaking his finger at riddle reproachfully, but blinking at the same time. "I have to say, I want to know where you get the information. You are smarter than half of your classmates."

Riedel laughed; the other boys laughed and gave him admiring looks. "What incredible ability makes you know what you shouldn't know, and your careful compliment to important people Of course, thank you for your pineapple. By the way, you're quite right. It's my favorite... "

The boys chuckled again.

“…… I'm confident that you will become Minister of the Ministry of magic in 20 years. If you keep giving me pineapples, it's only five years. I have great acquaintances in the Ministry of magic. " Tom Riddell just laughed like the others once again.

Harry noticed that he was not the oldest of the boys, but they all seemed to see him as their leader.

This is probably Voldemort's charm. The death eaters, Dumbledore, told him that when Tom was at Hogwarts, he pulled out his first followers.

The Slug Club in srahorn is a good place, where the people are strong enough and have a background behind them.

Or aristocrats, or the masters of the Ministry of magic, or powerful people.

"I don't know if politics suits me, sir," Tom said humbly when there was no laughter. "I have no family background at all."

A couple of boys nearby were laughing at each other. It is certain that they are telling a private joke, and no doubt they know, or guess, about their famous ancestor.

"Nonsense," said Slughorn briskly, "even a man from a wizarding family does not necessarily have your abilities. No, you can do a lot, Tom. I've never made a mistake to a student

By this time, the little golden clock on the desk behind Slughorn had struck eleven.

All of us are in a good mood, and the positive film begins. This is the most important part of this memory.

"My God, is it time? You'd better go, boys, or we'll all be in trouble. Anderson, I want you to hand in your paper tomorrow, or I'll put you in jail, and so are you, Wade

With that, the boys filed out of the room one by one. Slughorn got up from the armchair and put the empty cup on the desk. A movement behind him made him look around; Riedel was still standing there.

"Oh, Tom, you don't want to be caught, and you're so good Maybe Filch's going to let it go

"Sir, I want to ask you something and then I'll go."

Here comes srahorn. He's bulging, waiting for Tom to come down.

"Sir, I want to know About soul fragments? " Slughorn stares at him, his thick palms vaguely grasping his glass.

"It's for defense against the dark arts, isn't it?"

But, to be sure, srahorn must know that this is not school work.

"Not exactly, sir," said Riedel. "I ran across him while I was reading, but I didn't fully understand it."

"No. Well It's hard to find a book at Hogwarts that tells you in detail about the soul fragment, Tom. It's a very evil thing. It's really evil

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