Chapter 721： chaotic memory

"Boom!"

A crisp sound came from Fish's mouth.

"Pfft! Pooh Pooh ..."

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The cat spit out the resurrection stone that was bitten into three pieces by himself, tilted his head and slapped some small debris on the ground mixed with saliva, and then looked up at Dumbledore who was dumbfounded.

"It's broken, meow... Feixu didn't expect it to be so crisp meow... It's not broken even after knocking it for a long time!" Maomao made an excuse for himself.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, opened and closed a few times unconsciously, then swallowed hard, stretched out his hand to Fisch, and said, "Bring it to me first."

Naturally, Fei Xu hurriedly handed over the three fragments in his hand.

Dumbledore looked at the resurrection stone that had been "divided" in his hand with tears and laughter, raised his wand and tapped gently: "Restore as before."

The Resurrection Stone was silent.

In fact, this is not beyond Dumbledore's expectations. Although he has been resisting not using the resurrection stone, he has tried to repair the cracks on it before, but there is no way.

And when the cat saw this scene, he was even more embarrassed. He dared to bite hard before, because he thought that even if it was broken, it could be repaired with magic.

"Fix will buy a black stone bigger than this to pay you meow!"

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The cat promised very seriously.

"No need," Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand, "Anyway, this is not a good thing, it will be broken if it is broken."

Having said that, he couldn't help but squeeze the broken resurrection stone together and turned it three times in his palm.

Still nothing happened.

"call-"

Dumbledore didn't know whether it was regret or relief and let out a long breath, and then murmured in a low voice, "This is fine... this is fine..."

"Professor...is there anything else special about this gem?" Hermione asked cautiously.

From Dumbledore's performance just now, it is not difficult to see that this unremarkable black gem is obviously more than just the inheritance of the Gaunt family or the Peverell family.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Since the resurrection stone has been destroyed, Dumbledore doesn't plan to explain any more. After he put away the fragments, he took out another small crystal bottle from the inner pocket. " Next, we have a memory to look at...actually, that's the most important memory I'm talking about..."

Hermione didn't continue to ask, she guessed that the gem was probably some kind of ancient magic tool, and Dumbledore didn't want to make Feixu feel guilty so he avoided talking about it.

"Albus, can those stone fragments be given to Feixu Miao?"

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However, the cat suddenly interrupted his movements.

"Of course." Although Dumbledore was a little surprised, he still handed the fragment of the resurrection stone to Fish, and asked curiously, "Can I know what you want to do with it?"

"Fish's transformation energy just suddenly increased a lot, meow..."

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As the cat put the fragments back into its mouth, Kacha Kacha chewed it, and answered indistinctly.

But soon, he spit out the fragments again. At this time, the resurrection stone had been broken into eight pieces of different sizes.

"Bah ah ah! It's useless, it seems that it can only be increased once, meow."

Fisher regretfully returned the pile of fragments.

Dumbledore put away the fragments again, staring at Fish with a strange expression for a while, before opening the crystal bottle in his hand and pouring the memory inside into the Pensieve.

Everyone turned their attention to the crystal bottle, and found that the contents of the bottle did not seem to be easy to pour into the Pensieve, and it seemed to condense a bit.

Is it because this memory is important?

Not only Hermione, but also Harry and Ron guessed so.

"It's not long," Dumbledore said when he finally emptied the vial, just as Hermione was puzzled, "We'll be back in a while. Well, let's enter the Pensieve again..."

The one who moved the fastest was still the cat, and then Hermione and the others plunged their heads into the Pensieve in turn.

There was another feeling of falling, and everyone stepped on the ground one after another.

As soon as they landed, they saw a strange yet familiar figure, the young Professor Slughorn.

At this time, his head was not yet bald, with thick and shiny yellow hair, as if he had thatch on his head, but the bright bald spot above his head, the size of Golden Galleon, had already seen the future. clues.

His beard was not as much as it is now, it was ginger, and his body was not as round as it is now, but the gold buttons of the embroidered waistcoat were quite tight.

But one thing young Slughorn was exactly like now is that he liked to enjoy...

He rested his little feet on a large velvet cushion, and half-reclined in a comfortable winged armchair, holding a small glass of wine in his hand and picking through a box of pineapple preserves in the other.

Around Slughorn sat six or seven boys of fifteen or sixteen, chairs that were stiffer or shorter than his. Tom Riddle was also sitting there, in the most relaxed state, with his right hand resting casually on the arm of the chair.

"Ah! It's that ring, meow!"

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Fish pointed to his right hand and shouted that Marvolo's black gemstone ring was currently being worn on it.

In other words, at this time, Voldemort had killed his father and grandparents.

Young Slughorn was chatting and laughing with these students, but basically it was just him and Riddle communicating, and the other boys consciously called them their foils, and there was no dissatisfaction.

But soon, something strange happened, a thick white fog enveloped the whole room, and Fei Xu and the others could only see the silhouettes of their companions around each other.

Meanwhile, Slughorn's voice echoed in the room, unnaturally loud: "...you're going to make mistakes, boy, take my word for it."

The cat is the most mobile. The moment the thick fog appeared, he rushed towards Slughorn and Riddle, and then he found that they were like when the TV signal was bad. , the image of the body appeared to freeze and flicker.

Just when Fish was wondering, the thick fog dissipated, and Slughorn and the others returned to normal. There was no surprise on their faces, and they did not talk about the thick fog just now. As if nothing had happened before.

"Meow?"

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Fish looked around in confusion, and the others did the same.

Just as the cat was about to ask Dumbledore what happened, the little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"God, it's time?" said Slughorn. "Time to go, boys, or we'll be in trouble. Come to Strange, hand in your papers tomorrow, or you'll be locked up. You too, Avery."

However, after everyone else had left, Riddle dawdled and did not leave.

"Come on, Tom," said Slughorn, turning to find him still, "you don't want to be caught out when you turn out the lights, you're a prefect..."

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask, boy, ask..."

"Sir, I want to ask if you know... Horcrux."

As Riddle's voice fell, the room was once again filled with thick fog, and the sight could only be seen within three steps of the scene. Slughorn and Riddle next to Fish started to freeze and flicker again.

Then Slughorn's voice boomed again, as before.

"I don't know anything about Horcruxes, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you! Get out now and don't let me hear you mention this again!"

Slughorn's tone was firm and upright, but Fish had a subconscious sense that he seemed a little guilty.

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

Everyone's feet left the ground, and after a few seconds they fell back to the rug in front of Dumbledore's desk.

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