HP Magic Biography

Slughorn's expression was somewhat sluggish, the stimulation brought by alcohol had paralyzed most of Slughorn's originally keen perception.

Now it looked more like Harry and Slughorn's previous behavior was reversed, and Slughorn just looked at Harry blankly, holding his own wine glass with both hands.

Voldemort killed him, said Harry quietly, and stepped over his body to my mother.

Slughorn shuddered, but he couldn't keep his horrified look off Harry's face.

He told her to get away from there, Harry continued blankly, Fan Lin told me she didn't have to die, she could have escaped as long as Voldemort wanted me.

Oh, dear. Slughorn took a deep breath. She could, she didn't have to, it would be terrible!

After saying this, Slughorn was like a ball that had suddenly deflated, exhausting all his strength, but what he waited for was indeed such a result.

Slughorn was not to blame, it was just that he did things in the same way as most people.

It was scary, wasn't it, Harry said flatly, as if telling a story that didn't matter to him, but she didn't leave, my father was dead, and she didn't want me to either, She tried to plead with Voldemort, but Voldemort just laughed...

Enough! cried Slughorn suddenly, throwing up a trembling arm. Really, I've got a baby, that's enough, I'm only an old man, I don't want to hear... I don't have to hear... ...

I forgot, Harry lied, which the Lucky Potion told him to do, you liked her, didn't you? My mother...

I like her? Slughorn seemed to be asking himself, his eyes filling with tears again, I can't imagine You-Know-Who meeting her and not killing her... brave... funny... but It's the scariest.

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 that penetrated into the bone marrow, if possible, the whole The temperature of the huts has been reduced.

Hagrid's snoring filled the cabin, and Harry looked firmly into Slughorn's tear-filled eyes, the Potions teacher looking so close.

Don't talk about that, that's not a problem, if that memory can help you, of course...but it won't help. Slughorn stammered, it was very difficult for him, but Harry My eyes lit up.

It can, Dumbledore needs its information, and so do I, Harry said clearly. He knew he was safe, Lucky had told him that Slughorn would not remember anything tomorrow morning.

Have you had a drink?

Drinking with Hagrid, I'm afraid it's not Shi Lezhi.

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 grew paler, and beads of sweat glistened on his smooth brow. Are you the chosen one?

Of course I am, Harry said quietly.

But, my dear boy, you're asking for a great deal. You're asking me... to actually help you try to break it.

You don't want to get rid of that wizard, don't you?

He killed Lily Evans, and he still wants you... Harry said angrily, he didn't understand Slughorn's insistence, he obviously had a chance to solve all this, but Slughorn Horn still chose to hide it for such a long time.

Harry had roughly understood the meaning of the soul fragment, a part of Voldemort's soul, probably... a Horcrux?

Harry, Harry, I do, but...

Are you afraid that he will find out that you have helped me?

Slughorn fell silent. He looked frightening.

Like my mother, be brave, Professor. Nothing will be solved by running away.

For a while, the scene fell into a long silence.

Slughorn really looked like he had drunk too much, his nerves were a little sluggish, and he seemed to be judging, but in this state, he couldn't find a second way except to agree.

Slowly, Slughorn raised a fat hand and pressed his fingers to his mouth. He looked like an overgrown baby then.

I'm ashamed, Slughorn said from between his fingers, I'm ashamed of that memory, I think I might have done a lot of damage that day.

It would be brave and noble of you to tell me that part of the memory that was deleted, Harry said with relief.

Hagrid twitched suddenly in his sleep, then resumed his snoring. Harry and Slughorn looked at each other on either side of the flickering candle, and there was a long silence, and Lucky told Harry not to break the silence, but to just wait.

Then Slughorn drew his wand, and with the other hand a small vial from his pocket, empty. Slughorn touched the tip of his wand to his temple, and when he drew it back, a silvery memory stuck to the end of the wand, and the memory grew longer, and Slughorn coiled it into the bottle. Then that memory became a vortex in the bottle like gas.

With trembling hands he handed the bottle over the table to Harry.

Thank you very much, Professor.

You are a good boy, said Slughorn, with tears falling from his cheeks at last into his bushy beard. You have eyes like hers. Don't think too bad of me when you see them...

Then he rested his head on his arms, sighed, and fell asleep.

As Harry crawled back to the castle, he could feel Filch move away. The front door was still unlocked, but on the third floor he met Peeves, and he ducked into a short cut just barely. When he got to the Fat Lady's portrait and took off his Invisibility Cloak, he wasn't surprised to find that she was in a bad mood.

Do you know what time it is?

I'm really sorry...I have something important to do so I have to go out...

Fine, the password changed at midnight, so you're going to have to sleep in the hallway, you know?

You're kidding! said Harry, why does it have to change at midnight? That's the way it is, said the Fat Lady.

If you're angry, go to the headmaster. He's the one who ordered increased security.

Wonderful, said Harry bitterly, looking at the hard floor, very clever. Yes, if Dumbledore was there, I'd go to him. Because he wanted me to.

He's at school, said a voice behind Harry.

Professor Dumbledore returned to school an hour ago. Nearly Headless Nick was sliding towards Harry, his head dangling on his collar as usual. I heard from the Bloody Baron that he saw him come back, Nick said. He said that Professor Dumbledore was full of energy and cheerful, but a little tired, of course.

Where is he? Harry asked, his heart beating fast.

Oh, he's groaning and rattling on the Astronomy Tower, which is his favorite pastime, Nick said, though it certainly didn't look like Dumbledore.

It's not the Bloody Baron... I'm asking where Dumbledore is!

Oh—I believe it's in his office, Nick said. Bloody Barrow says the professor has work to do before he goes to bed...

Yes, he has something to do, said Harry, excitement burning in his chest at the thought of telling Dumbledore that he had asked for the memory. He turned and ran hard again, ignoring the fat lady who was calling behind him.

Come back! Yes, I lied to you! I'm annoyed that you woke me up! The password is still 'tapeworm'!

But Harry was already running down the corridor, and a few minutes later he stopped in front of Dumbledore's stone monster and said the password Toffee Fingers

The stone monster jumped aside, allowing Harry to enter the spiral staircase.

Come in, said Dumbledore when Harry knocked on the door. He sounded exhausted and exhausted. Harry pushed the door open. Dumbledore's office looked the same as before, but outside the window was a dark, star-strewn sky.

Fan Lin? Harry looked at Fan Lin who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea with Dumbledore in a daze.

So, professor, I won. Fan Lin said with a smile.

Very unexpected, but I'm very happy, said Dumbledore.

Professor - I got it. I've got the memory from Professor Slughorn. Harry took out the little glass bottle and showed it to Dumbledore. At that moment, the headmaster looked like he was going to faint. Then a smile appeared on his face.

Of course, Fan Lin and I made a small bet on this, but obviously, Fan Lin wants to know you better, Harry! Dumbledore said, standing up and taking the cup from Harry's hand bottle.

A silver memory thread is entrenched at the bottom of the bottle.

Harry looked up at Dumbledore. For some reason, Harry always felt that something was wrong. Dumbledore was much more tired than before, his face was pale, and his eyes became more...

A touch of dull blue?

Harry felt that he was wrong, but for a moment, Harry felt his body was a little cold.

What's the matter, Harry? Fan Lin came over, and he patted Harry on the shoulder, and Harry came back to his senses.

when did you come?

About an hour ago. Fan Lin said, Teasing Fox.

It was only then that Harry noticed Fox squatting on Fan Lin's shoulder.

Now, then, said Dumbledore, striding out, setting the Pensieve on the desk and emptying the bottle. Now, we'll see. Harry, hurry up...I can't wait!

Harry bent down obediently, stepped into the Pensieve, and felt his feet leave the office floor... Once again he fell into the darkness and landed in Horace Slughorn's office many years ago.

From his thick, lustrous straw-colored hair and his ginger mustache, Slughorn was much younger then, in his office, sitting in a comfortable winged armchair, With his feet resting on a velvet ottoman, he held a small glass of wine in one hand and rummaged through a crystal pineapple box with the other.

Half a dozen boys were sitting around Slughorn, Tom Riddle among them. Morfin's black and gold ring gleamed on his finger.

Dumbledore landed next to Van Lin and Harry, and it was Riddle who asked, Sir, is Professor Armando really going to retire?

Tom, Tom, if I knew, I couldn't tell you, said Slughorn, wagging his finger reproachfully at Riddle, but blinking at the same time. I must say, I want to know where you got your information, you're smarter than half your classmates.

Riddle laughed; the other boys laughed too and gave him appreciative looks. What an uncanny ability to know things you shouldn't know, and your careful compliments to important people... Of course, thank you for the pineapple, you're quite right by the way, it's my favorite...

The boys giggled again.

...I'm pretty confident you'll be Minister of Magic in twenty years if you keep giving me pineapples in five years, I have great acquaintances in the Ministry. Tom Riddle is just like everyone else Laughed.

Harry noticed that he wasn't the oldest of the group of boys, but they all seemed to regard him as their leader.

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.

And the Slug Club in Slughorn is a good place. The people here are capable enough, and they all have backgrounds behind them.

Or a nobleman, or someone in power in the Ministry of Magic, or someone of great power.

I don't know if politics is for me, sir, Tom said humbly when there was no laughter. I have no family background at all.

A pair of boys nearby were giggling at each other. It was certain that they were telling a personal joke, and no doubt they knew, or suspected, about the famous ancestor of their chief.

Nonsense, said Slughorn briskly, even a wizarding family doesn't necessarily have your abilities. No, you'll do a lot, Tom, and I've never done a wrong with a student.

It was eleven o'clock by this time from the little golden clock on the desk behind Slughorn.

Everyone cheered up, and the feature film started, the most important part of this memory.

God, is it time already? You better go, boys, or we'll all be in trouble. Anderson, I want you to hand in your paper tomorrow, or I'll put you in detention, and you too, Wade .”

After speaking, the boys walked out of the room one by one in a single file. Slughorn stood 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 sure don't want to get caught, and you're so good... maybe Filch will forgive me.

Sir, I want to ask you something, and then I'm leaving.

Slughorn came to nature, his belly puffed out, waiting for Tom's next words.

Sir, I would like to know... about soul shards? Slughorn stared at him, his thick hand clutching his glass absently.

It's for Defense Against the Dark Arts, isn't it?

But, for sure, Slughorn must have known, it wasn't school work.

Not quite, sir, said Riddle. I stumbled across him while reading a book, but I didn't fully understand it.

No. Well... it's hard for you to find a book in Hogwarts that can tell you about soul fragments in detail, Tom, that's a very evil thing, very evil indeed.

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