Vol 2 Chapter 1177:

"That," Harry stopped, not knowing what to say next.
Dumbledore’s questioning made him a little embarrassed. He didn’t seriously think of a way to retrieve the memory. He only tried it. Then Slughorn was also very witty and rejected Harry. This result did not make Harry feel Surprised, but facing Dumbledore...
"Well, that day, Fanlin and I discovered that Ron had taken the love pill 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 flatly.
"Uh...that, no, professor, because Ron was poisoned..." Harry opened his mouth, and things like lying were obviously inappropriate, especially when facing Dumbledore.
Strictly speaking, Dumbledore had great expectations of him, but it was destined to have no good results.
"... So, it is natural that you will completely forget about the memory extraction; but when your best friend is in danger, I shouldn’t expect you to think of anything else. But once Mr. Weasley is not big When the obstacle is expected to heal, I think you should go back and complete the task I gave you. I believe I have explained the importance of this memory to you. In fact, I tried my best to make you understand that it is all The most critical one in memory, without it we would waste time."
A scorching shame spread from Harry's head all over his body. Dumbledore didn't raise his voice, or even anger was not heard in his voice, but Harry would rather listen to him reprimanding loudly; this cold regret was worse than anything else.
"Sorry, professor," Harry said, struggling a little, "I didn't feel at ease or something, I just had something else—other things..."
"Other things bother you," Dumbledore let him go. "I see." Silence fell between the three again. It was the most uncomfortable silence Harry got from Dumbledore; it seemed endless, interspersed with soft snoring, this It was from the portrait of Armando Dippet above Dumbledore's head.
Suddenly Harry had a strange feeling of shrinking himself, as if he had become short after entering the house. He couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Professor Dumbledore, I'm really sorry. I should have done more--I should have thought that if this matter is not important, you wouldn't let me do it."
"Harry, thank you for saying that." Dumbledore said calmly. "Then I hope you can make it a top priority from now on? After tonight, if we don't get this memory, we can't do much."
"I will, Professor, I will get it from him." He answered eagerly.
"Then let's stop talking about it now," Dumbledore said kindly. "Continue where we ended last time. Do you remember where we went?"
"Yes, Professor," Harry said quickly, and then took a look at Fan Lin, who was not there last time, Harry felt he had to explain.
"Voldemort killed his father and grandfather, making it look like his uncle Morfin did it. Then he returned to Hogwarts and he asked—he asked Slughorn about the soul fragment." Harry Mumbled in shame.
"Very good," Dumbledore said. "So, I hope you remember, I said at the beginning of our course that we will do a lot of speculative thinking?"
"Yes, sir."
"So now, I think you agree, I have shown you solid and reliable evidence to speculate what Voldemort did before he was 7 years old?" Harry nodded.
"But now, Harry," Dumbledore said. "Now things have become more treacherous and unpredictable. If it is difficult to collect the clues of the boy Riddle, it is almost impossible to find the memory of Voldemort. In fact, I suspect that no one but himself can tell us that he left What have you done since Hogwarts. But I finally have the last two memories to share with you."
Dumbledore was talking about two luminous crystal bottles next to the Pensieve. "I want to hear your opinion and see if I make the right inferences about them."
Thinking that Dumbledore valued his opinions so much, Harry was ashamed that he hadn't done a good job of extracting the memory of the soul fragments. He moved in the chair with a sense of guilt and watched Dumbledore lift the first one. The bottle is checked under the light.
"I hope you won't get tired of entering other people's memories, because these two memories are very interesting." He said. "The first one comes from a very old house elf named Hao Qi. Before we read Hao Qi's memory, I want to quickly describe to you how Voldemort left Hogwarts."
"He has been promoted to the seventh grade. Maybe you have expected that he got the highest score in every exam. What he and his classmates are concerned about at this time is what occupation they will pursue after graduation. Almost everyone is optimistic about Tom# 83; Riddle-this student leader, male prefect and the winner of the school's special contribution award. As far as I know, some professors, including Professor Slughorn, have encouraged him to join the Ministry of Magic and offered him interview opportunities , Help him contact the relevant internal officials. He rejected all the proposals. Then the teachers learned that he had gone to work at the Bojinbok Magic Shop."
"Bogin Bok?" Harry repeated dazedly.
"Yes, it's there," Dumbledore said quietly. "I believe that when we walk into Hao Qi's memory, you should be able to understand why this place attracts him. But this is not Voldemort's professional first choice. At that time, almost no one knew this-I could be trusted by the principal at the time One of the few people, Voldemort first went to Professor Dippet to ask if he could stay in school as a teacher."
"He wants to stay?" Fanlin asked somewhat unexpectedly, "Defense to the Dark Arts?"
"I believe he has his own reasons, but he did not confide in Professor Dippet." Dumbledore nodded and said. "First of all, it is also very important. Voldemort values ​​this school more than he admired being alone. Hogwarts is the happiest place he has ever been in, and the first and only place where he feels at home. ."
Harry felt a little uncomfortable with these words, because that was how he felt about Hogwarts.
"Secondly, this castle is full of ancient magic. There is no doubt that Voldemort has discovered more secrets of the castle than most other students living in it, but he may think there are still many secrets to be discovered. There are many magics worth exploring."
"Third, as a teacher, he can have more power to influence and manipulate young wizards and wizards. Perhaps he has been inspired by Professor Slughorn, he is much loved by him, watching him show How influential a professor can be. I don’t think Voldemort intends to stay at Hogwarts for the rest of 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 Dippet?"
"Yes, he didn't. Professor Dippet thought he was only eighteen years old, too young." Dumbledore said. "I once persuaded Armando to drop that meeting... I didn't explain the reasons I told you at the time because Professor Dippet liked Voldemort very much and believed in his loyalty. But I don't want Voldemort to return to this school, especially I don't want to see him get such an influential position."
"Defense against the Dark Arts class." This answer is very clear to everyone.
If Hogwarts' other disciplines teach people how to live a better life, then Defense Against the Dark Arts is to teach people how to survive.
Fanlin knew the importance of Defence Against the Dark Arts, or in other words, every wizard...
Otherwise, when Umbridge settled in Hogwarts, he would not choose Defence Against the Dark Arts. Although there was only Defence Against the Dark Arts at the time, with the Ministry of Magic's ability, other disciplines could be chosen. .
The foundation of the wizard's survival is magic.
"Yes, Defense Against the Dark Arts class. At that time, an old professor named Galati Merishout was teaching. He had been at Hogwarts for almost fifty years."
"Later Voldemort went to the Bokimbock Magic Shop. At that time, all the teachers who liked him felt it was a pity that such a young and promising wizard went to the shop to work. But anyway, Voldemort will not be just a small The little clerk, he was polite, handsome and smart, and he was quickly entrusted with important tasks. He was responsible for finding very special things that only Bojinbok stores would have, you should know, that kind Something with unusually powerful magical powers. Voldemort was sent out to persuade people to take out their treasures, and the store would sell them for them-he was quite gifted for this."
"I bet he has this ability." Harry said uncontrollably.
"Yes, very much." Dumbledore smiled faintly. "Now, let's hear what Hao Qi, the house elf, said, she works for a very old and rich witch, the witch is called Hyperzbar Smith."
Dumbledore tapped a bottle with his magic wand, and the cork flew out. He poured the revolving memory into the meditation basin and said as usual: "You come first, Harry."
Harry stood up, leaned over the microwave rippling silver substance in the stone basin again, and buried his face in it.
"Professor..." Fanlin hesitated, "Are you still going to let Harry discover that the soul fragment is a Horcrux?"
"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, "This is very useful, we can't do everything for Harry, and we must use Harry to determine how many Horcruxes there are. These are Harry and Voldemort. A place of mutual understanding."
Fanlin silently recited the names of all the Horcruxes, including Harry. The only thing missing now was what Voldemort would use as his new Horcrux reserve after he recklessly killed Nagini.
Suddenly, Fanlin had a bad feeling.
The current Voldemort is not what he remembers. He has more contact and mastery, so he has more choices...
"Sorry, Professor, although I didn't intend to disturb your Yaxing, but these memories...for me, it is difficult to play any role." Fanlin shook his head.
"But it works for Harry, that's enough." Dumbledore said slowly, "Let's go."
Fanlin nodded, immersing his spirit into the basin.
I have to admit that the meditation basin is indeed a good place. All his spirit is wrapped in coldness, as if it is empty, his brain is surprisingly calm.
Fanlin whirled and fell in the black void, and then fell into a living room. In front of him was a very fat and fat old lady, wearing a yellow wig and a light pink robe that looked like A pile of melting ice cream cakes.
She was dressing up in front of a small jeweled mirror, using a huge powder puff to pour rouge onto her face that was already red and gorgeous, and a house-elf who was the driest and eldest Harry had ever seen was tightening her fat feet. Helping satin slippers.
"Hurry up, Hao Qi!" Heppezba said imperiously. "He said it's four o'clock, a few minutes later, he's never late!"
She put away the powder puff, and the house elf straightened up, her head was about to touch Heppezba's chair. Her wrinkled skin hung on the frame, like the old brittle linen sheets on her body, dragged down to look like a robe.
"How do I look?" Heppezba asked, admiring herself from all angles in the mirror.
"It's a bit bad." Fanlin complained.
"Lovely, ma'am." Hao Qi replied sharply.
If it was Kreacher or Dobby, he would definitely not answer that way. Fanlin could only guess that there was a clause in Haoqi’s contract that stipulated that she must lie about such issues, because Hyperzbar Smith looked so cute. It's a big piece.
Fanlin raised his head, and Harry was on the sofa not far away. Judging from Harry's expression, it felt like a big mouthful of white sugar was poured in.
There is no such thing as sweetness. Apart from the stimulating taste buds of doubting life, there is only the feeling of vomiting.
Fanlin thinks this is very appropriate.
And the poor elf repeats this story every day.
Sure enough, the psychological problems of the house elves should not be ignored. Perhaps Fanlin could give Hermione some suggestions in this regard.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the hostess and the house elf jumped up at the same time.
"Quick, quick, he's here, Hao Qi!" Hepperzba screamed, she was a little shy, which seemed very violent on Hepziba's face.
Fanlin suddenly regretted that he should reject Dumbledore's proposal. This is not a memory that can make him happy. Other memories, even Gunter's memory, are much stronger than this.
The house elves immediately ran out of the room. To be honest, there are too many things in this room~EbookFREE.me~ It is hard to believe that someone can pass through the room smoothly without knocking over a dozen things: lacquerware is everywhere. The cabinets of the boxes, the trellis with the engraved books on the cover, the display racks for the celestial objects, and the lush plants in the copper pots-the whole room looks like a mixture of antique shops and greenhouses.
The house elf returned in a while, followed by a tall young man.
Fanlin recognized him as Voldemort at a glance. He simply wore a black robe, his hair was a bit longer than he was in school, and his cheeks were thinner, but all this matched him well and made him look handsomer than before.
He walked through the crowded rooms very skillfully, and he could see that he had been here many times. Then he bent over and took Hepzba's fat hand and touched it lightly with his lips.
"I brought you flowers, beautiful lady." He said politely, and then he didn't know where he took a bunch of roses.
　　
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