It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 393 Memory Bottle

He dug out a transparent glass bottle from a side cabinet, and put the silver thread drawn out of his brain into it.

"Take it to Dumbledore and take it back." Slughorn seemed to be completely released, and threw the bottle to Sherlock.

"Tell him, if he wants to hold me accountable, then write me a letter, don't let you come here to do this, and I will go to Hogwarts to see him myself."

Sherlock took the glass bottle of memory from the fat walrus in a daze.

Of course he knew that what Slughorn told him about Tom Riddle who he didn't know before was lying to him, but he had already thought about it before coming here.

If Slughorn really didn't want to talk about it, recalled those things in the past, and chose to escape, then he would not force or question him, let alone use any obscene means to steal his memory.

The fat old man had met him twice in total, and each time he was helping him without asking for anything in return. Sherlock couldn't do such a thing of revenge.

There was no hidden meaning in the drunken speech just now, he was just a little emotional.

He usually has no way to say these words to anyone, except for Silk, and now with the face of the elder Slughorn.

Perhaps it was the same mentality that touched the fat walrus who wanted to hide in a secret cave, or maybe it was Sherlock's words that changed his original thoughts.

In the end, he chose to hand over this memory and sent it to Sherlock.

Looking at the glass bottle in his hand, Sherlock was stunned for a long time before raising his head again. He looked at the old man who had sat down again and poured wine into the glass, and blinked.

"Professor, do you really want to understand?"

Slughorn waved to him as he picked up his glass.

"I understand what I'm thinking. It's not that you're holding on to your face. What can I do? Go back as soon as you get the things. Don't make Dumbledore wait in a hurry. I really think I'm that coward."

His gesture of seeing off the guests was as if he was afraid that Sherlock would go back on his word if he was late.

Looking at his appearance, Sherlock couldn't help laughing. He didn't say much thank you, but said very seriously.

"No, professor, you have never been a coward, not before, not now, and never will be."

"No matter how nice you say, that's all for today. I don't have anything else to give you."

Slughorn's tone was very disgusting, but there was a smile on his face like a walrus slapping its belly when it was full.

"Let's go, don't disturb my rest, the old man drank some wine and couldn't stay up late."

Sherlock didn't stick around here any longer, he solemnly bowed goodbye to Slughorn, and then walked out of the room with Silk.

The sky was completely dark, there were no stars tonight, and the clouds covered everything, as if it was about to rain.

But Sherlock was not affected by such bad weather. He was in a good mood and stored the bottle containing Slughorn's memory in his pocket. Sherlock looked at his bottle with some doubts. move.

"That's why you came to him?"

The reason why Sherlock was dismissed before and did not let her hear about the Horcrux was not that Sherlock didn't trust her and wanted to hide something from her.

But the fewer people who know about Horcruxes, the better, because not everyone is proficient in Occlumency. Once Voldemort finds out from someone's brain that someone has already known his secret, and is doing Horcruxes Destroying the plan will inevitably cause great changes to Dumbledore and Sherlock's subsequent plans.

However, the matter of the Horcrux needs to be kept secret for the time being. There are some things that Sherlock will never hide from Silk.

"Yes, this memory is very important, and it is the key to whether we can finally defeat Voldemort."

They didn't directly use Apparition to leave. Silk didn't come out very often. The scenery in this small village was pretty good, and it wasn't too late now. Sherlock was in a good mood to take her for a walk here.

"Professor Slughorn is a very good person." Silke, who has always had a good intuition, made a conclusion on the character of the fat walrus.

Sherlock nodded too.

"He is a very good elder."

"His resignation from Hogwarts seemed to be a last resort. In the future, he may be allowed to return to the castle to continue teaching."

"What did Mr. Slughorn teach?"

"He is the predecessor of Severus, the Potions professor and the head of Slytherin, but his qualifications are much older than Severus, and he entered Hogwarts at the same time as Dumbledore. Only left school in the 80s."

"Then if he goes back, what will Severus do?"

Silk asked, tilting his head, as if worried about Snape's future.

Sherlock thought of something funny, he said with a scheming heart.

"Didn't he always want to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? Then I can be merciful and let him be my assistant, and usually help me or something."

"Severus is unlikely to agree." Silk said very tactfully, and it should be impossible for Snape to agree.

Just when Sherlock was about to say that he didn't agree, and he didn't plan to pay back the pile of IOUs he had written, several obvious sonic booms suddenly reached their ears.

This sound like a whip whipping the air, as long as a wizard is familiar with it, is the sound of apparition.

Sherlock and Silk looked at each other, and they both stopped talking and laughing, feeling something was wrong.

Budley Barberton Village is one of the many ordinary Muggle villages in England. There is nothing to attract wizards here. Before they came here, there were no wizards in Sherlock's information. What is the history of residence.

Except for Slughorn, who only recently moved here.

What are these wizards who Apparate down here for?

Just a boring outing in the middle of the night?

As long as Sherlock has a little brain, he knows that there is basically no such possibility, and it is more likely that their purpose is to find Slughorn.

No sound was made, and it could be judged from the sound of apparition landing that these unknown number of wizards were only separated by a wall.

The night sky is very dark tonight, and there are very few entertainment activities in the village. At this time, almost no one goes out, making this night very quiet.

Such an environment enabled Sherlock and Silk to hear the conversations of those wizards clearly.

(End of this chapter)