prisoner of hogwarts

Slughorn did not wait until the start of the next semester and reported to school the next day, so quickly that Dumbledore was caught off guard.

"No matter how hard it is, we can't hurt our children, and no matter how poor we are, we can't give up on education."

This was a key point in Slughorn's speech at the dinner, which made Dumbledore's head buzz.

Deafening, deafening.

But Zhang Qiu almost squirted after hearing this, because she knew it was blatant plagiarism.

Slughorn's behavior was the same as that one.

That night, Zhang Laomo went to Slughorn's office for an honest reason.

The first reason is to welcome Slughorn as Potions Master.

The second reason is that I want to know more about Harry Potter's damn parents from Slughorn.

"Oh! Harry, I didn't expect you to come." But without Zhang Laomo giving any reason, Slughorn enthusiastically invited Zhang Laomo into the room.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Slughorn asked.

"Wine, strong wine." Zhang Laomo said.

"Oh, no, no, no. You're not of age yet, so you can't drink, let alone strong liquor." Slughorn said, "The juice bar is perfect for you."

"There's so much nonsense, just drink it if I ask you to!" Zhang Laomo said angrily.

"You..." Slughorn turned around in shock. Just as he was about to scold this Harry Potter for disrespecting his teacher, his body suddenly stiffened and he completely lost consciousness.

After all, Slughorn was just a bad old man who studied potions. His strength was much inferior to that of the young and powerful Snape. Zhang Laomo controlled his mind with just one look.

"Did Voldemort ask you about Horcruxes back then?" Zhang Laomo asked.

"I asked." Slughorn nodded.

"Tell me exactly what you said." Zhang Laomo ordered.

"Yes."

Immediately afterwards, Slughorn started his one-man show, playing two roles, and the performing artist Zhang Laomo was stunned.

Damn it, you bad old man has something.

The best part is, he can actually change his voice.One person performs a question and answer session.

"A few nights ago in the restricted section of the library, I found a book written about a rare magic. That magic seems to be called... a Horcrux." Voldemort said with a slightly uncertain tone.

"What did you say!" Slughorn was surprised, even scared.

"Horcrux, I saw it accidentally. It's just that I don't fully understand what it is." Voldemort said.

Slughorn said: "That is extremely evil black magic."

"So I came to you to ask you to clarify my confusion."

"An ordinary thing becomes a Horcrux by hiding the soul in it." Slughorn explained.

"But I want to know how to hide it." Voldemort took two steps forward.

"Split the soul and hide it in something. In this way, even if the body dies, the soul will not be harmed. In theory, eternal life can be achieved."

"How do you split a soul, Professor?"

"Kill people. Killing people will split their souls because it goes against the laws of nature."

"Can it only be split once? Can it be split seven times?" Voldemort asked.

"Seven times! Then you have to kill seven people. Killing one person is evil enough, but you actually want to split it seven times. Tom, this is just a hypothesis, just a theoretical study, isn't it?" Slughorn spoke with some trembling. , the last sentence is obviously trying to make up for yourself.

"Of course, it's just theoretical research. Thank you, Professor."

Voldemort left the office, but Slughorn knew that Voldemort was definitely more than just theoretical research.He would take action, even to the point of killing seven people.

Especially when Tom became the Dark Lord Voldemort, Slughorn was even more certain that Voldemort would make many Horcruxes, at least seven.

He has never dared to tell this matter because he was afraid that his reputation would be ruined and that he would not be able to protect himself in the future.

He believed that he had opened the door to Voldemort's evil. If he had not told Voldemort about the Horcruxes, or simply said that he did not know, the Dark Lord Voldemort would not have been born in the wizarding world.

So he chose to retire, and a man who loved honor disappeared from the magical world.

"Drink a bar and get drunk."

Zhang Laomo snapped his fingers, and Slughorn poured wine into his mouth, and soon fell to the ground drunk.

"Professor! Professor Dumbledore!" Zhang Lao Mo went to Dumbledore with great excitement.