Vol 2 Chapter 1186:

　　 Slughorn's expression was a bit sluggish, and the stimulation caused by alcohol had paralyzed Slughorn's original keen perception.
　　 Now it looks more like Harry and Slughorn's previous behavior reversed. Slughorn just stared at Harry blankly, holding his glass in both hands.
　　 "Voldemort killed him," Harry said quietly, "then stepped over his body and walked towards my mother."
　　 Slughorn shivered, but he couldn't let his horrified eyes leave Harry's face.
　　 "He told her to leave from there," Harry continued blankly, "Fanlin told me she didn't have to die, Voldemort wanted me, she could have escaped."
　　 "Oh, my goodness." Slughorn took a deep breath. "She could, she doesn't need it, that's terrible!"
　　 After saying this, Slughorn was like a ball that was suddenly discouraged, exhausted all of his energy, but when he waited, it was indeed such a result.
　　 Slughorn is not strange, but his way of doing things is the same as most people.
"It's really scary, isn't it," Harry narrated plainly, as if telling a story that didn't matter to him. "But she didn't leave. My father is dead, but she doesn't want me to do the same. She tried to beg Voldemort, but Voldemort just laughed..."
"Enough!" Slughorn shouted suddenly, 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 need to listen... …"
　　 "I forgot," Harry lied, and Lucky Potion told him to do so, "You like her, don't you? My mother..."
"I like her?" Slughorn seemed to be asking himself, his eyes filled with tears again, "I can't imagine a mysterious person meeting her but not killing her...very brave...very funny...but It's 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 cold wind deep in the bones, if possible, the whole The temperature in the cabin has been reduced.
　　 Hagrid's snoring filled the cabin, and Harry looked firmly at Slughorn's tearful eyes, the potions teacher seemed so close.
"Don't say that, that's not a problem, if that memory can help you, of course... but it won't work." Slughorn said hesitantly, it was very difficult for him, but Harry did. The eyes lit up.
　　 "It can, Dumbledore needs its information, and so do I." Harry said clearly. He knew he was safe, and was lucky to have told him that Slughorn would not remember anything tomorrow morning.
　　Drank fragments?
　　Drinking with Hager, I am afraid it is not Shi Lezhiyou.
　　 So Harry stared straight at Slughorn, and Harry understood a little. "I am the chosen one. I need to kill Voldemort. I need that memory."
　　 Slughorn's face became paler, the sweat gleaming on his smooth forehead. "Are you the chosen one?"
　　 "Of course, I am." Harry said calmly.
　　 "But, my dear boy, you are asking for a great agreement. You are asking me...actually to help you try to destroy."
"Don't you want to get rid of that wizard if you are stumped? He killed Lily Evans, and he still wants you..." Harry said angrily, not to Slughorn's persistence. Understand, there was a chance to solve all this, but Slughorn still chose to hide it for so long.
　　 Harry has roughly understood the meaning of soul fragments, part of Voldemort's soul, probably... Horcrux?
　　 "Harry, Harry, I do, but..."
　　 "Are you afraid he found out that you helped me?"
　　 Slughorn stopped speaking, he looked scary.
　　 "Like my mother, be brave, professor. Escape will not solve any problems."
　　 For a while, the scene fell into a long silence.
　　 Slughorn really looked like he had drunk too much. His nerves were a little slow and he seemed to be judging, but in this state, he couldn't find a second way except for approval.
　　 Slowly, Slughorn raised a fat hand and pressed his fingers to his mouth. At that time he looked like an overgrown baby.
　　 "I am ashamed," Slughorn said through his fingers, "I am ashamed of that memory. I think I might have caused a lot of damage that day."
　　 "You tell me the deleted part of the memory, it would be very brave and noble." Harry said with relief.
　　 Hagrid twitched suddenly in his dream, then continued to snore. Harry and Slughorn looked at each other on both sides of the flickering candle. It was a long silence. Fortunately, Harry told Harry not to break the silence, just wait.
　　 Then, Slughorn took out his wand, and took out a small bottle in his pocket with the other hand, empty. Slughorn touched his temple with the tip of his wand, and when he retracted it, he brought out a trace of silver memory, which was glued to one end of the wand. Then the memory grew longer and longer, and Slughorn coiled it into place. Into the bottle. Then the memory became a whirlpool in the bottle like gas.
　　 With trembling hands, he handed the bottle to Harry from the table.
　　 "Thank you very much, Professor."
　　 "You are a good boy," Slughorn said, his tears finally falling from his cheeks into the thick beard, "You have the same eyes as hers. Don't think too bad of 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 Filch had gone away. The front door was still unlocked, but he met Pippi on the third floor. He hurriedly hid in a shortcut and was barely 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 must go out..."
　　 "Very good, the password was changed at midnight, so you will have to sleep in the hallway, you know?"
　　 "You are kidding!" 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 principal. He ordered the security to be strengthened."
　　 "Excellent," Harry said resentfully, looking at the hard floor, "So smart. Yes, if Dumbledore is there, I will go to him. Because he wants me to come.
　　 "He is at school," said a voice behind Harry.
　　 "Professor Dumbledore came back to school an hour ago." Nick, who was almost headless, was sliding towards Harry, his head shaking as usual on the collar. "I learned from Barrow the Blood Man, he saw him come back," Nick said. "He said that Professor Dumbledore was full of energy and happy, but a little tired, of course."
　　 "Where is he?" Harry, his heart beating fast.
　　 "Oh, he groaned and made a dangdang sound on the astronomy tower. This is his favorite pastime." Nick said, but it was obviously not like Dumbledore.
　　 "It's not Barrow, the blood man... I'm asking where Dumbledore is!"
　　 "Oh-I believe it's in his office," Nick said. "Barrow the blood said that the professor has something to do before going to bed..."
　　 "Yes, he has something," Harry said, and when he thought of telling Dumbledore that he had asked for a memory, his excitement burned in his chest. He turned around and ran again, ignoring the fat lady who was calling behind him.
　　 "Come back! Yes, I lied to you! I was annoyed when you woke up! The password is still ‘tapeworm’!"
　　 But Harry had already ran down the corridor, and a few minutes later, he stopped in front of Dumbledore’s stone monster and said the command "Taffy Finger Crisp".
　　 The stone monster jumped aside, allowing Harry to enter the spiral staircase.
　　 "Come in," Dumbledore said when Harry knocked on the door. He sounded exhausted and exhausted. Harry pushed open the door. Dumbledore's office looked the same as before, but there was a dark and starry sky outside the window.
　　 "Van Lin?" Harry looked at Fan Lin, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea with Dumbledore, with a daze.
　　 "So, Professor, I won." Fanlin said with a smile.
　　 "Very unexpected, but I am very happy," Dumbledore said.
　　 "Professor—I got it. I have got my memory from Professor Slughorn." Harry took out the little glass bottle and showed it to Dumbledore. At that moment, the principal seemed to faint. Then there was a smile on his face.
"Of course, Fanlin and I made a small bet about this, but, obviously, Fanlin wants to know you better, Harry!" Dumbledore said, standing up and taking Harry's hand. bottle.
　　 A silver memory thread entangled at the bottom of the bottle.
　　 Harry looked up at Dumbledore. I don’t know why, Harry always felt something was wrong. Dumbledore was much more tired than before. His face was a little pale and his eyes became even more...
　　 A faint blue touch?
　　 Harry felt that he had read it wrong, but for a moment, Harry felt a little cold in his body.
　　 "What's the matter, Harry?" Fanlin came over, he patted Harry on the shoulder, and Harry came back to his senses.
"when did you come?"
　　 "About an hour ago." Fanlin said, "Teasing Fox."
　　 Then Harry noticed Fox who was crouching on Fanlin's shoulder.
　　 "Then, now," Dumbledore said, strode out, put the meditation basin on the desk and emptied the contents of the bottle. "Now, we will see. Harry, hurry...I can't wait!"
　　 Harry bent down obediently and entered the meditation basin, feeling his feet off the office floor... He fell into the darkness again and landed in Horace Slughorn’s office many years ago.
From his thick, shiny straw-colored hair and his moustache, Slughorn was much younger at the time. He was sitting in a comfortable winged armchair in his office, His feet rested on a velvet mat, one hand was holding a small glass of wine, and the other was searching in a crystal pineapple box.
　　 There are half a dozen boys sitting around Slughorn, and Tom Riddle is among them. Morfin's black gold ring gleamed on his finger.
　　 Dumbledore landed next to Fanlin and Harry. This is Riddle asked, "Sir, is Professor Armando really going to retire?"
　　 "Tom, Tom, if I know, I can't tell you," Slughorn said, shook his finger at Riddle condemningly, then blinked at the same time. "I must say, I want to know where you got the information from. You are smarter than half of your classmates."
　　 Riddle laughed; the other boys also laughed and gave him appreciative glances. "What incredible ability allows you to know things you shouldn't know, and your careful compliments to important people... Of course, thank you pineapple. By the way, you are quite correct. It is my favorite... "
　　 The boys chuckled again.
"...I am confident that you will become Minister of the Ministry of Magic in twenty years. If you keep giving me pineapples, it will only take 5 years. I have a great acquaintance in the Ministry." Tom Riddle is just like everyone else. Laughed.
　　 Harry noticed that he was not the oldest of the boys, but they all seemed to regard him as their head.
　　 This is probably the charm of Voldemort, those Death Eaters, Dumbledore told him that Tom pulled out the first batch of followers when he was at Hogwarts.
　　 Slug Club in Slughorn is a good place. The people here are strong enough and there are backgrounds behind them.
　　 is either a nobleman, or the power of the Ministry of Magic, or a powerful person.
　　 "I don't know whether politics is right for me, sir," Tom said humbly when there was no laughter. "I have no family background at all."
　　 A pair of boys nearby were grinning at each other. It is certain that they are telling a personal joke, no doubt they know, or are guessing, about their famous ancestor.
　　 "Nonsense," Slughorn said lively. "Even people from a family of wizards don't necessarily have the same ability as you. No, you will do a lot, Tom, I have never done anything wrong with a student."
　　 At this time, it was eleven o'clock on the desk behind Slughorn.
　　 Everyone cheered up, the feature film began, the most important part of this memory.
"Oh my God, is it time? You'd better go~EbookFREE.me~ boys, otherwise we will all be in trouble. Anderson, I want you to hand in your paper tomorrow, otherwise I will put you in prison , You too, Wade."
　　 After speaking, the boys lined up and walked out of the room one by one. Slughorn got up from the armchair and put the empty glass on the desk. A movement behind him made him look around; Riddle was still standing there.
　　 "Oh, Tom, you definitely don't want to be caught, and you are such a good one... Maybe Filch will be able to open the net."
　　 "Sir, I want to ask you something, and then I will leave."
　　 Slughorn came to the nature, he stood his stomach, waiting for Tom to follow.
　　 "Sir, I want to know... about soul fragments?" Slughorn stared at him, his thick palm absentmindedly clutching his wine glass.
　　 "Prepared for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, right?"
　　 But, to be sure, Slughorn must know that this is not schoolwork.
　　 "Not quite right, sir," Riddle said. "I found him by chance while reading, but I didn't fully understand it."
　　 "No. Um... it's hard to find a book at Hogwarts that can tell you the soul fragments in detail, Tom, that's a very evil thing, indeed very evil."
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