Chapter 725： Professor, I want to ask you something.

On Sunday morning, Fish got up abnormally early.

"Meow!"

He jumped in cat form next to Harry's head, who was still sleeping, and then the cat raised his small paw high, and it was a cat fist with a crackle at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

Harry opened his eyes in confusion.

Because Fisch deliberately controlled his strength and retracted his claws, the pain wouldn't hurt. With such a high frequency of slaps, Harry's brain was buzzing, as if his head was stuffed. He entered the big bell, and then rang the bell fiercely.

There are ghosts in front of him!

"What, what's wrong, Fish?"

Harry sat up and shook his head vigorously. The ghosting finally disappeared, but his vision was still blurry.

So he reached out to the head of the bed, got his glasses, and put them on the bridge of his nose.

"Meow"

Fish called out again, then turned and got out of the drapery.

Harry scratched his head inexplicably, but pulled back the curtain and jumped off the bed together.

Everyone else in the bedroom was still sleeping, and Harry glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was barely six o'clock.

Only at this time Fisch had reached the door of the bedroom and was looking back at him.

"Wait, wait a minute." Harry had to change his clothes hastily, and followed Fish out of the dormitory.

When he walked down the stairs and came to the common room, Fish had recovered his human form and was nibbling on a prosciutto in his hand.

"Harry, what do you want? Ham? Bread? Jerky? Chocolate?"

The cat turned his head and asked Harry.

"Uh, the bread will do." Harry scratched his head, took the bread from Fish, and said as he nibbled, "Are we going to find Professor Slughorn? Could it be too early? ?"

After returning from Dumbledore last night, they did not go to bed immediately, but discussed it in the common room as before.

Hermione thought it would be best if only Fish and Harry went to find Professor Slughorn. After all, this was a dark history that he wanted to hide, and the fewer people present, the better. .

So after Harry woke up a little, he naturally guessed Fisher's plan.

"There are not many people in the morning." Fish replied as a matter of course: "And when Horace has just woken up and is still a little confused, it is easier to ask meow."

As the cat said that, he accelerated his eating action, and quickly ate the prosciutto in his hand to the bone. Seeing this, Harry also ate the bread in his hand, and then

Choked.

"Uh"

Harry beat his chest hard and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Shui Shui"

Fish looked at the idiot in front of him speechlessly, then took out a bottle of milk from his magic pocket and handed it over.

"Call alive"

Harry was finally out of danger after a few gulps of milk, and took out the last bit of bread that was left.

"Let's go. When there are too many people, it will be inconvenient to find Horace, meow."

Mao Mao sighed helplessly, and took the lead in walking towards the hole in the portrait wall.

The two soon arrived at the door of Professor Slughorn's office, and Fish knocked on his door without hesitation.

Moments later, the door was opened, and Slughorn, yawning in front of them in purple silk pajamas and a nightcap with pom-poms, appeared.

"Fish and Harry? What did you two come to see me for so early?" Professor Slughorn looked very happy after seeing the two of them, but his eyelids were still halfway due to sleepiness. He was drooping, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

"Can we go in and talk, Professor?"

Just as Harry asked politely, Fish had squeezed Professor Slughorn's chubby body and swaggered into his office.

Professor Slughorn smiled wryly at the willful cat, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't think there's any room for me to refuse to come in." He turned his head at Harry.

Harry smiled apologetically at him, then walked in and sat down at a coffee table with Fish.

"What would you like to drink? Coffee? Tea? Or something else?"

Professor Slughorn sat across from Fish and Harry, then waved his wand, and immediately a beautiful ceramic teapot and a silver coffeepot appeared on the coffee table, and three ceramic cups to match the teapot.

He poured himself a cup of coffee first, shook it gently in his hand, and pursed his lips and blew into the cup.

"That's it, Professor, I want to ask you something," Harry said softly but firmly, looking directly into Professor Slughorn's eyes, ignoring the drink on the table.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that what he had just said seemed to be no different from what Voldemort said in his memory.

On the other hand, Fisher picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, and then followed the example of Professor Slughorn, carefully trying to cool the tea.

Harry had already negotiated with Fish last night, and he would carry out the initial negotiation work first, with the cat watching from the side, and when Harry failed, Fish would then come to Professor Slughorn according to the situation. continue to negotiate

The main reason is that Fish's brain circuits are sometimes different from those of normal people. Harry was worried that if he asked him to speak first, unforeseen situations might occur.

And Fish was naturally eager to leave everything to Harry, and if he hadn't wanted to deal with Voldemort early and fight Dumbledore, he wouldn't have bothered to care if Slughorn was lying.

"Ask, dear boy, as long as I know"

Professor Slughorn didn't realize that something was wrong at this time, he said casually, put the cup in his hand to his mouth and took a sip, and then he seemed to think that the coffee was still too hot, and continued Shaking and blowing into the cup.

His answer was not much different from what he remembered, and Dumbledore was right.

Harry took a deep breath, and simply continued to use Voldemort's original lines: "Professor, I want to ask if you know about Horcrux Dang!"

Professor Slughorn shuddered violently, the teacup in his hand fell on the coffee table, and the hot coffee spilled onto his pants, but he didn't seem to feel anything, and let the coffee push his pants down. Wet, his half-drooped eyes widened, staring blankly at Harry.

"What did you say?" he asked hoarsely, licking his lips.

"I asked if you knew about Horcruxes, Professor."

"Dumbledore asked you to come?" whispered Slughorn.

His tone changed completely, no longer friendly, but full of shock and fear. He subconsciously groped for a while on his chest, and after realizing that he was wearing pajamas, he simply took off the nightcap and used it to wipe his sweating forehead.

"Dumbledore showed you that memory, didn't he?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, no need to lie about such a thing.

"Of course," whispered Slughorn, still wiping his pale face with his nightcap, "of course if you look at the memory, Harry, you'll know that I know nothing about Horcruxes. I know!" He repeated the words forcefully.

"Professor," said Harry eagerly, "I just thought, maybe there's something in the memory."

"Really? Then you're wrong, aren't you? Wrong!" Professor Slughorn stood up and shouted at Harry.

Then he incoherently ordered the eviction, "It's still early, I'm still very sleepy, yes, I'm sleepy, I'm going to go back to sleep"

As he spoke, he waved his wand and wiped out the drinks on the table, including the cup of tea in Fish's hand.

"Meow!"

After finally cooling the tea, the cat who was about to drink raised his head and glared at Professor Slughorn.

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