Vol 2 Chapter 1167:

"I don't think so," said a sarcastic voice; Phineas Nigelles had obviously just pretended to sleep before.
Dumbledore ignored him. "Then now, Harry, I have to insist on continuing our course. I have more important things to discuss with you tonight."
Harry sat there defiantly. What if he refuses to change the subject? What if he insisted on arguing about the Malfoy incident?
However, Dumbledore shook his head as if he had seen through his thoughts.
In fact, Harry's resistance was a little too obvious. He clung to Snape with a stubborn mind, which was very natural in Harry's thoughts.
And, this time with a Malfoy?
Think with your toes, it wouldn't be a good thing for them to get together in such a critical period for two months.
The Dark Lord?
That is the name of Death Eater.
Harry preferred Voldemort to be a hairless pig.
Uh……
He may be leaner, but he is indeed hairless.
"Ah, Harry, how often such things happen, even among best friends! Everyone believes that what they have to say is more important than others!"
"I didn't think what you were about to say was unimportant, Professor," Harry said bluntly. "We are discussing issues now."
"Oh, but it doesn't seem to be a problem in my opinion." Dumbledore said nonchalantly.
"But... but Malfoy is very likely..."
"What is likely?" Dumbledore squinted and looked at Harry with a grin.
"I mean, Malfoy... he..." Harry opened his mouth. Could it be that he told Dumbledore their inference that Malfoy wanted to kill Dumbledore?
In front of Dumbledore?
But Dumbledore looked so...
Would Dumbledore think he was crazy?
Harry himself felt like he was crazy.
Malfoy, no matter how you look at this name, there is no way to equate Dumbledore with Dumbledore, whether it is Harry or Fanlin, even after giving him decades of time...
Oh, Fanlin may not take so long. He has the Philosopher's Stone. It doesn't seem to be too difficult in terms of magic power alone, but obviously it is impossible to face the hard steel Dumbledore.
What conspiracy 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 things that endanger Hogwarts and even you."
"Hazard Hogwarts? Or, me?" Dumbledore repeated briefly. Harry thought his head might be caught by the door when he came in, but at this moment Harry could only bite the bullet...
"Oh, well, this is indeed an interesting thing." Dumbledore paused and looked at Harry.
"Oh, I'm not kidding..." Harry was a little crazy, no matter how you look at it, this matter is not enough to make Dumbledore alert...
"Of course, I'm not kidding, am I, Harry?" Dumbledore smiled. "Anyway, I think I should thank you for your reminder, Harry."
Dumbledore took out another small crystal bottle from his inner pocket, and Harry immediately calmed down. He remembered that Dumbledore had said that it was the most important memory he had collected.
"So, I think we can start today's teaching, right? Of course, I haven't decided on the next section. There are still many very important things waiting for us to do, right? Just give us more and more time. Less, Harry."
Harry was completely silent, although Dumbledore's previous attitude made him unhappy, in fact, until now, Harry is still very unhappy, but it is not important now.
Dumbledore's movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid he would confuse the memory.
Harry noticed that it was not easy for these memories to be poured into the basin. They seemed a bit sticky; would the memories also deteriorate?
"This one won't take much time," Dumbledore finally emptied the bottle. "You can be back in a blink of an eye. Then, let's enter the meditation basin again..."
Harry fell into the silver memory again, just like the previous experience, but the difference was that this time he fell in front of someone, and Harry recognized him immediately. In front of him was Horace Slughorn, who was much younger than now.
Harry was used to his bald head, so when he saw Slughorn grow a shiny, bushy straw-colored head, he was quite panicked; it looked like a thatch was added to his head, but There was also a bright area above his head, about the same size as a Jin Jialong.
His beard is ginger, not as much as it is now. He wasn't that fat compared to the Slughorn Harry knew, but the golden buttons on the embroidered vest were quite tight. He has a pair of small feet resting on a small stool covered with velvet cushions, and he is leaning comfortably on a winged armchair, holding a small glass of wine in one hand and a box of candied pineapple in the other. Groping.
Dumbledore appeared beside Harry, and Harry looked around for a while, and they were now standing in Slughorn's office. There were half a dozen boys sitting around Slughorn, all of them sitting on harder and shorter chairs, all looking fifteen or younger.
Harry recognized Riddle immediately. He has the most handsome face and looks the most relaxed. His right hand was placed carelessly on the armrest; Harry was suddenly shocked to see him wearing Marvolo's gold ring studded with black stones; this meant that he had killed his father.
"Professor, is Professor Melisot really going to retire?" Riddle asked.
"Tom, Tom, I can't tell you even if I know it," Slughorn shook a sugar-stained finger and blinked at him, which reduced the effect of the blame.
"I must say, I want to know how you got the news, boy; your news is better than half of the teachers."
Riddle laughed; the other boys also laughed and cast admiring glances at him.
"Considering your bizarre ability to inquire about things you shouldn't know, and your thoughtful and meticulous flattery to important people-thank you for sending me these pineapples by the way, they are indeed my favorite -"
Several boys were laughing eagerly, 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 will go astray, boy, remember my words."
The fog disappeared, just as suddenly as it appeared, no one mentioned it, and no one seemed to have just experienced something abnormal. Harry looked around suspiciously. The small golden clock on Slughorn's desk was telling the time. It was already ten o'clock in the evening.
"Gosh, is it so late?" Slughorn said. "You better go back, children, or we will all be in trouble. Lestrange, I hope you will hand in your paper tomorrow, otherwise you will have to be locked up. The same goes for you, Avery."
Slughorn also stood up when the boys filed out and put the empty glass on the desk. However, Riddle stayed behind. Harry could see that he was delaying time on purpose, and wanted to stay alone with Slughorn in the house at the end.
"Come on, Tom," Slughorn said when he turned to see that he hadn't gone. "You don't want to be caught out of bed at this time, and you are still a prefect..."
"Professor, I want to ask you something."
"Then ask, my child, ask..."
"Professor, do you know... the soul fragments?"
Everything happened again: the dense smoke enveloped the room, Harry could not see Riddle and Slughorn at all; only Dumbledore beside him was smiling calmly at him. Then Slughorn's voice came out again, exactly the same as before.
"I don't know what soul fragments, and even if I do, I won't tell you! Hurry up and don't let me show you to mention them again!"
The memory seemed to be over at this point, which made Harry feel terrible, the thick fog...the thick fog covered everything.
"Well, that's all," Dumbledore said calmly beside Harry. "time to go."
Harry's feet left the ground, and a few seconds later, they were back on the carpet at Dumbledore's desk.
"Is that all?" Harry said blankly. Dumbledore said that this was the most important memory, but he couldn't see the significance of it. There was no doubt that the fog was weird, and everyone hadn't noticed it. Apart from this, nothing seemed to happen. Riddle just asked an unanswered question.
"You may have noticed," Dumbledore sat back in the chair behind him, "this memory has been tampered with."
"Tampered?" Harry repeated, and he sat back.
"Of course," Dumbledore said, "Professor Slughorn interfered with his own memory."
"But why would he do this?"
"I think it was because he was ashamed of what he remembered," Dumbledore said. "He tried to rewrite the memory in order to make himself more glorious, and erased the parts that I didn’t want me to see. You must have noticed that the memory was modified very coarsely. This is very beneficial to us because it shows that the real memory Hide under those changes. "So, I'm going to leave you homework for the first time, Harry. Your task is to convince Professor Slughorn to reveal his real memory, which is undoubtedly a vital piece of information. "
Harry stared at him. "But there is no doubt, Professor," he kept his voice as respectful as possible, "you don't need me—you can use panthera...or Veritaserum..."
"Professor Slughorn is an extremely capable wizard, and he must have expected both," Dumbledore said. "His knowledge in Occlumency is much deeper than that of poor Morfin Gunter, and after I forcefully come to this distorted memory, if he does not carry the veritaserum antidote with him, then I would be very surprised.
"Yes, I think it would be foolish to the truth from Professor Slughorn, and it would do more harm than good; I don't want him to leave Hogwarts. However, he has his own weaknesses just like us. , I believe you are the one who can break through his defenses. Getting that real memory is the most important thing, Harry...how important is it, we can only know after seeing the real thing. So, good luck. ……good night."
Harry was a little surprised at the sudden end of get out of class, and he stood up quickly.
"Good night, professor."
...
"He's very smart, isn't he?" Dumbledore said suddenly, and after watching Harry go out the door, everything seemed to be calm again.
"Maybe..." A gloomy voice suddenly rang from the balcony. "I don't make any comments on this, principal."
"You hate him, Severus, don't you?" Dumbledore calmly looked at the man who suddenly appeared in the principal's office, Severus Snape...a man who focused on satirizing Harry in potions. Career man.
Defense against the Dark Arts is only a slightly failed transformation.
"In a sense, yes, Mr. Principal." Snape said coldly. It is difficult to say what Snape's attitude was towards Dumbledore.
Could it be that respect?
Oh, maybe it's a little bit, but it's very limited, isn't it? Snape respected Voldemort more than Dumbledore. Even if he turned the corner, it was just an accident.
"In a sense." Dumbledore seemed to have heard an interesting piece of news. "It makes me very curious, Severus, so you still don't hate him."
"Until now, I haven't seen it, but I always have to keep a chance. This is what you taught us, isn't it?"
"Oh, keep a chance. Yes, it's like this, Severus, it looks like you have changed a lot over the years, and as teachers and students, we don't seem to have a good conversation yet...?"
"Actually, Professor..." Snape grinned, and this sentence came out of his mouth very weird. How many years hasn't he called someone a professor so briefly?
ten years? Twenty years? Thirty years?
Oh, forty years may be a bit too long, but in fact, since leaving Hogwarts to join the Death Eaters, it seems that this name has gone away from him.
What a long-lost title...
In the Legion of Death Eaters, he has always been respected, and he only needs to respect one person.
The Death Eater is such a reality, as long as you are capable and strong enough, other than your master, no one else needs to bother at all.
To be favored by Tom Riddle, or the man who respectfully calls him the Dark Lord.
To be honest, this is a second grade, and Tom Riddle abandoned his Muggle name and called himself, Voldemort.
Am I Voldemort?
A simple letter conversion ~EbookFREE.me~ then turns an evil middle-two boy into an old man...
Uh, it doesn't seem appropriate. This is the same as a hairless pig. These are facts, but there are some uncontrollable factors in the description.
To put it simply, Voldemort did not satisfy Snape in some places, but in fact, doing things under Voldemort's hands is a little more indulgent, and it is simple and quick enough. Whenever you encounter something, just go over it. If it doesn't work, ask more people to go there together?
This is different from Dumbledore. Although the surface is kind, in fact, Dumbledore is enough...or cold?
It was a real calculation, and it happened that Snape was not bad in this respect... In fact, no matter on which side, Snape had enough capital to survive, and, by comparison, he was still alive. not bad?
　　
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