Chapter 570: Last memory

After Harry pushed open the door of the principal's office, Ryan looked around the office and found that everything was the same as before. The starry black night sky outside the window adds to the quietness of this house.
Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk and reading a lot of documents. Ryan felt that the principal was in good spirits now, but the whole person looked tired. Think about it too. Professor Dumbledore, even powerful, is now a centenarian. If there is no magic, people of this age can live a self-sufficiency is a miracle.
Even if the lifespan of people in the magical world is greatly enhanced, some natural laws can't be violated. In such a tense situation, as the greatest white wizard, there are too many things to deal with every day. As an old man over a hundred years old, it is normal for Dumbledore to appear somewhat tired.
"Ah, it's you guys!" Dumbledore raised his head and looked away from the documents to Ryan and them. "Is there anything going on this late?"
"Sir-I got it, I got the memory of Slughorn with the help of Ryan and theirs." Harry pulled out a small glass bottle and showed it to Dumbledore. The headmaster froze for a moment, then a smile spread on his face. "Harry, this is exciting news! It's great! I know you can do it!"
After talking, Dumbledore stood up, turned to the seat and took the meditation basin from the cupboard and put it on the table. Then pour all the memories from Harry's bottle into it. "Now, we are finally going to see ..."
Then Dumbledore waved at the three people standing at the desk. "By the way, all of you come and see, this is very important to all of us ..."
Both Ryan and Hermione were using the meditation basin for the first time. Fortunately, Harry described to them their methods and feelings when using the meditation basin. Take a deep breath and plunge into the silvery substance.
They felt like they were floating, just like the random space teleportation before, through the constantly rotating darkness to fall somewhere. The only difference is that there is no feeling of being squeezed or even oppressed on the body. Suddenly, they found themselves in a room.
Soon, Dumbledore and Harry also appeared beside them. They looked at Slughorn, who was much younger in this house than they are now, with thick, shiny grass-yellow hair and moustache, sitting in a comfortable winged armchair with their feet resting on velvet. On the cushion, a small glass of wine was held in one hand, and the other hand was picked in a box of pineapple compote. Six or seven boys in their tens were sitting next to Slughorn, including Voldemort, who was also called Tom at the time, and Lion recognized the gold ring inlaid with the resurrection stone flashing on his hand.
It can be seen that Slughorn was very optimistic about Voldemort, because Ryan saw him vowing to Voldemort. "--I believe you will be promoted to Minister of Magic within twenty years. Maybe it will only take fifteen years if you often send me pineapple preserves. I have a strong relationship in the ministry."
"It's a disgusting reality." Lane heard Hermione whispering around her, and for someone like her who had a little idealism, seeing this naked deal was always a bit uncomfortable.
Also dissatisfied with this status quo was Voldemort in his youth, who was also called Tom Riddle at the time when the laughter of other boys ceased. "I don't know if politics is suitable for me, sir, first of all I have no background."
The two boys next to each other laughed. Ryan felt that Tom Riddle had spread his ancestor Salazar Slytherin by some means at this time. The boys who were undoubtedly laughing all knew that they had a prominent ancestor.
"What's the matter," Slughorn said heartily, as a member of a family in the 28 pure-blooded family, he could distinguish the student's ancestry from one's habits. And Tom Riddle ’s self-identification of pure blood after knowing that he is a descendant of Slytherin, and the style of the pure blood family learned from the students of Slytherin obviously made Slughorn think he was born noble. "Your talent like this must come from a decent wizarding family. This can't be more clear. You have a promising future, Tom, I have never missed a student."
At this moment, the golden clock on Slughorn's desk hit eleven, and he began to drive the students. "God, it's time? It's time to go, children, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, hand in the paper tomorrow, or you'll be locked up. You are the same, Avery."
The boys began to line up and leave the office, Slughorn stood up to prepare, but there was some movement behind him. After looking back, he found Riddle still standing there.
"Come on, Tom, you don't want to be caught out when the lights are out and you're still outside, you're a senior ..."
"Sir, I want to ask you something."
"Then ask quickly, boy, ask quickly ..."
"Sir, I want to ask if you know ... Horcrux."
After hearing this sentence, Ryan and they both rejuvenated. Because they know that the content they need most will appear soon, everyone adjusts their state and concentrates on listening to each word.
Slughorn stared at the young Voldemort, his fat fingers absently stroking the feet of the cup. "The subject of black magic defense, is it?" But all four people here could see that Slughorn knew it was not the school's homework.
"No, sir, what I saw in the book, I don't understand it." Riddle vividly interpreted an extremely learned image that knew nothing about this evil magic prop.
Slughorn was blinded by this illusion, and he spoke to Riddle with a serious focus. "Um ... yeah ... It's hard to find a book detailing Horcrux in Hogwarts, Tom. That's something very evil, very evil."
"But you clearly understand, sir? I mean, a wizard like you—sorry, I mean, if you ca n’t tell me, obviously—I just know that if someone can tell me, it ’s you— So I just want to ask— "
"I can really grasp people's hearts." Ryan sighed. Slughorn was someone who liked to tout himself, and this casual compliment just scratched Slughorn's itch. From Riddle ’s just right question, Ryan could feel that he may have planned this for a long time, and may even spend a few Mondays practicing repeatedly in front of the mirror. From this aspect, we can see that this issue is very important to him.
"Well," Slughorn said, instead of watching Riddle ~ EbookFREE.me ~, he was playing with the ribbon on the box of pineapple preserves that Riddle gave him, "Of course, I will give you a brief introduction There will be no harm at all, just let you understand the term. Horcrux refers to an object that hides part of the soul of a person. "
But I don't quite understand what's going on, sir. "Riddle said, but the four people who are watching this memory at the same time feel the inner excitement of Riddle's calm surface.
"That is, you split your soul," Slughorn said, "Hiding a part in an object outside the body. In this way, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you can't die, Because there is still a part of the soul left in the world, unharmed. But, of course, it ’s very bad to exist in this form. Few people think that, Tom, less and less. It ’s better to die. "
Professor Slughorn's admonition is absolutely heartfelt, and very correct. While traveling through so many worlds, Ryan also asked countless knowledge about spiritual practice. Each path of powerful practice is different, but without exception they all emphasize the importance of the integrity of the soul.
But Voldemort may not know this at this time, or he may feel that he is the most special person and will not be affected by the negative effects of Horcrux. So after hearing Slughorn talk about the Horcrux, he showed a greedy expression and could not hide his desire.
"Man should be the master of power, not enslaved by power. At the same time, keep humility on the path of seeking power, and never think that you are the one chosen by heaven." Lane whispered to himself in his heart, Voldemort this The lessons from the negative case are too profound. He feels that he can learn a lot of experiences and lessons in this matter.
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