Vol 2 Chapter 1187:

"That's really very evil..." Fanlin looked at Slughorn with piercing eyes, and once again had a very intuitive feeling of how much the name Tom Riddle was in Hogwarts.
Perhaps it was created by a different era.
However, it is certain that Fanlin will definitely be killed if he dares to ask the professors on such issues as the production of Horcruxes. No matter what, this is not a topic that students should study, but It seemed that Slughorn didn't mean to refuse at all.
"But you must know them all, sir?" Tom Riddle looked very humble and reasonable. "I mean, there is no wizard like you... I'm sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously... …If anyone can tell me, it’s you...so I just think I’m..."
He did a good job, Fanlin thought, his hesitation, orderly tone, and careful compliment were all well mastered.
He successfully controlled Slughorn's heart, he was humble and polite, and his words gave Slughorn a great sense of satisfaction.
Of course, this is also divided.
Harry said it would be completely different from Ron.
One is flattered, the other is taken for granted.
Put it in Tom's mouth, obviously, this feeling is the former.
Moreover, Tom has already had too much experience of talking from different people's mouths, treating different people and using different methods.
It can be said that Riddle wanted to know this information very much; he might have planned for this moment for several weeks.
Fanlin would do the same, of course, now Fanlin prefers to be simple and rude. Since threats can solve the problem, there is no need for Fanlin to waste his tongue.
What's more, Fanlin couldn't find any threats now.
The two sides have almost set out the carts and horses, and now it's up to Voldemort to attack first or Dumbledore to find a way to counteract it first.
"Um..." Slughorn hesitated. He didn't look at Riddle, but fiddled with the ribbon on the top of the crystal pineapple box. "Well, I will tell you about it, of course. Just let you know it. Soul. Fragment, as the name suggests, part of the soul, or, to call it a Horcrux, is a word that describes an item that can hide a part of the soul of a human being.
Horcrux?
Harry must have heard Fanlin talk about it countless times, and now Slughorn proved it for him again.
"But I don't understand, or rather, I don't understand how it works, sir..." Riddle said. He carefully controlled his voice, but Fanlin could clearly feel his excitement.
"Well, specifically...you have to separate a part of your soul," Slughorn said, "and hide it on something outside of the body. Then, even when your body is attacked or destroyed, you can Immortal, because part of your soul still exists intact, but, of course, exists in a form..."
Slughorn’s face was distorted, and Harry now remembered that he heard these words two years ago.
"I was torn from my body, I am not as good as a ghost, not as good as the worst ghost... But I survived."
That was probably the state of Voldemort, an incomplete soul, a body rebuilt by magic.
It's hard to imagine what kind of state it is, or it seems inappropriate to use the word human to describe it.
"Well," Slughorn said uncomfortably, "you must understand that the soul should be kept intact. Separating the soul is a crime, it violates nature."
"But how to do it?" Tom didn't care about Slughorn's reminder.
Fanlin saw Slughorn’s body trembling a little, he seemed to be bewitched by Tom, Imperius Curse or something, but Fanlin knew clearly that the fear in Slughorn’s heart was magnified, and he simply I can't control my behavior.
This seems very strange to a professor who has been famous for a long time, but it seems reasonable to Tom.
"Through a criminal act, one of the most evil criminal acts-murder! Murder can tear the human soul. In order to create a Horcrux, a wizard will choose this kind of destruction. He will pretend that he has been torn out. Get up..." Slughorn said shiveringly, his hand holding the wine glass no longer calm.
"Pretend it? But how...?"
"Through a spell, but I don't know what it is!" Slughorn said, shaking his head like an old elephant disturbed by a mosquito. "Do I look as if I have tried it... Do I look like a murderer?"
"No, of course not, sir," Riddle said quickly. "Sorry... I didn't mean to offend you..."
"It's okay, it's okay, it didn't offend me," Slughorn said roughly. "It's natural to be curious about these things. Great wizards are like this. They keep their keenness and exploration for all unknown things..."
"Yes, of course, sir", Riddle said. "But I don't understand... just out of curiosity... I mean, can a Horcrux be used many times? Can you only extract your soul once? In order to make yourself strong, divide your soul into many pieces Isn’t this better? I mean, for example, 7 is the most magical number, isn’t it?"
"Merlin's beard, Tom!" Slughorn cried almost asphyxiated. "Seven! Isn't it bad enough to want to kill a person? And anyway... bad enough to split one's soul... But in order to rip it into seven pieces... I can't imagine how crazy it is... "Slahouorn looked very confused now: he stared at Riddle as if he had never seen him clearly before, and Harry could say that he regretted the conversation.
Visibly to the naked eye, Slughorn's expression changed rapidly, as if he had done something wrong.
He has been led by Tom's nose since the beginning.
Doesn't it blame Slughorn?
Fanlin didn't think so.
In many cases, Slughorn lacked some of his own decisions. In short, Fanlin always felt that Slughorn was terrible. At least in terms of life, Fanlin didn't like many of Slughorn's ways.
"Of course," Slughorn murmured, "we are talking about hypotheses, aren't we? They are all theories...some academic discussions..."
"Yes, sir, of course, some academic discussions, sir!" Riddle responded immediately.
"Nevertheless, Tom... don't tell others what I just said... that is, what we discussed. People don't think we are just talking about Horcruxes. It is forbidden at Hogwarts, you I know... Dumbledore is particularly angry about this..."
"Of course I won't say a word, sir," Tom said with certainty, "this is just a private lesson, not about any third party."
Slughorn seemed to be a little tired, he did something wrong, and for a moment, it seemed as if he had emptied his body.
His back was a little rickety, it seemed that he could see Slughorn's tiredness. Tom respectfully gave Slughorn good night. Slughorn did not respond, but this did not affect Tom's mood.
Tom could not wait to leave. Harry saw his face full of fanatical happiness, just like when he first knew he was a wizard. That happiness did not make him handsomer, but for some reason, Make him less human...
Distortion of human nature, loss of morality?
Fanlin thinks this sentence is especially suitable for Tom Riddle now.
It can be said that after a short conversation, Tom began his journey of making Horcruxes, and the first piece was probably Gunter's ring, the resurrection stone?
To murder the Tom Riddle family and frame the uncle who might become his father?
Fanlin couldn't imagine what it was like to split the soul, but he died once, facing the unknown world, the space of the soul.
Can you understand clearly, divide the soul into two, or more?
It feels like a complete split from your head down, not just physical pain, the tearing of the soul will make the impression even more profound.
It must be admitted that Voldemort has a lot of perseverance, so he can become the Dark Lord, a pinnacle that other wizards can't reach in his life.
And the people who can succeed, with a high probability, are a bunch of lunatics!
Like Merlin?
That communication with other worlds is not just a lunatic on the plane of the devil, but also a strange space, relying on these to strengthen its own magic.
Or, Grindelwald?
Trying to master the most primitive power of wizards.
Silently?
This is probably a way for the most primitive wizard to show power. It is stronger and more dangerous at the same time. Rage destroys the wizard's will... and Grindelwald tries to control this wild power.
He is doomed to fail.
Once the primitive is domesticated, within three generations, it is bound to perish.
The memory ends here completely.
Tom Riddle closed the door, and everything went as usual, except that Slughorn seemed to need more wine to make himself forget about such things.
"Thank you, Harry," Dumbledore said quietly. "Let's go..."
When Harry landed on the office floor, Dumbledore had already sat down behind his desk, and Fanlin sat quietly beside him, no one cared about Harry who had just recovered.
Without explanation, Harry also sat down and waited for Dumbledore to speak.
"I have been hoping for this proof for a long time," Dumbledore said at last, "It further proved my idea, it told me that I was correct, and it also let me know how far we have to go... …"
Harry suddenly noticed that every principal in the portrait on the wall was awake and listening to their conversation. A fat, red-nosed wizard has actually taken out a hearing aid.
"Well, Harry," Dumbledore said, "I'm sure you can understand the importance of the words we just heard. At your age, Tom Riddle is doing everything he can find, how Things that make him immortal."
"He succeeded later, sir!" Harry asked. "He created the Horcrux. That's why he didn't die when he attacked me. He hid a Horcrux somewhere? Is his little piece of soul safe?"
"A small piece...or more," Dumbledore said. "You heard Voldemort say, he especially wanted to know from Slughorn what would happen to him if a wizard had created more than one Horcrux. He wanted to escape death, so he kept murdering. Constantly tearing his soul apart, so that he can put his soul in many separate hidden Horcruxes. No book can give him information. As far as I know, I am sure that, apart from Voldemort, no wizard has ever Create more than two Horcruxes."
Dumbledore paused for a while, sorted out his thoughts, and then said, "Four years ago, I got something that would prove that I thought Voldemort was already separating his soul."
"Diary," Harry said, and Fanlin told me that it was a Horcrux, but I didn't understand the use of a Horcrux.
"Yes, it's the diary, Riddle's diary. It tells you how to reopen the secret room."
"I don't understand, sir!" Harry said.
"Well, although I did not see Riddle coming out of the diary, the phenomenon you described to me is something I have never seen with my own eyes. Just a memory can start acting for myself and thinking? Just a memory can destroy that Does the girl’s life make her fall into its hands? No, there is something more evil in that diary...a fragment of a soul, I can almost be sure. The diary is a Horcrux. But many problems follow. What puzzles me most is that the diary is used as a weapon."
"I still don't understand," Harry said.
"Okay, let's assume that Horcrux has such a function—in other words, these soul fragments can be safe in it, and undoubtedly can prevent the death of his owner, but it is certain that Voldemort really wants the diary to be read, A trace of his soul inhabited or controlled the bodies of other people, so the Slytherin monster was released again."
"Yes, he doesn't want his hard work to be wasted," Harry said. "He wants people to know that he is the heir to Slytherin because he cannot be trusted at that time."
"Very correct," Dumbledore said. "But I don’t know if you have paid attention, Harry, if he intentionally passes the diary to, or use it for later Hogwarts students~EbookFREE.me~ but it’s hard to tell. That’s Tom’s life. And, I believe we have confirmed this. The point of Horcrux is, as Professor Slughorn explained, to ensure that a part of yourself is hidden and safe, and don’t give it to others and don’t let him Take the risk that it might be destroyed by someone.Just like the actual thing: this soul fragment is no longer there, you have seen it. To the extent that Voldemort valued the Horcrux, this careless thing gave I bring a bad premonition, it implies that he must make or plan to make more Horcruxes, so losing his first one will not cause much harm. I don’t want this to be true, but nothing else Maybe. You told me that two years ago, Voldemort returned to his body that night and he made the brightest warning statement to the Death Eaters.'I walked farther on the road to eternal life than anyone else.' You tell me he said' Farther than anyone else', at this time I think I understand its meaning, although the Death Eaters didn’t think about it. He said his Horcrux, the number of Horcruxes, Harry, I don’t believe other wizards can do it .But it was born: Voldemort seems to have grown into a rare person in the past few years, and from the changes he has undergone, I can only explain his soul to the remote realm where we call the "most evil in common" Damaged..."
"So, he allowed him to murder other people himself?" Harry said. "Why doesn't he make a magic stone, or steal one, if he likes longevity so much?"
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