miss foley of hp hogwarts

In the middle of winter, the spiers of Hogwarts Castle are covered in snowflakes.

Ace rubbed his hands to breathe out the heat, walked in the deserted corridor, and headed to Professor Slughorn's office.

During the period before the holidays, Ace often stayed with Professor Slughorn on the pretext of asking about the details of the preparation steps of the elixir.

Ace always leads the topic to Voldemort intentionally or unintentionally, but unfortunately he rarely gets really useful information.

With a gentle breath, Ace knocked on the door. To his surprise, Snape opened the door and walked out.

"Ace, please come in."

Professor Slughorn was sitting on the sofa, wearing a very comfortable-looking nightgown, and smiled warmly at Ace at the door.

Ace smiled at Snape and walked in, "Good day, Professor. I'm here to disturb you again."

"Of course I'm not interrupting, Ace. I can gain a lot from discussing potions with you."

Ace took out the remaining vial of Felixir and handed it to Slughorn.

"Oh, you made it?" Slughorn took the bottle of golden-glossy potion, surprised and delighted.

“This is made using three grams of sunflower seeds, but I think that except for the better taste, the effect is not much different from the original recipe.

I drank a small bottle before I came here, and it felt amazing, Professor. "

"You're such a genius, Ace!"

"So I must have surpassed that senior Tom Riddle?" The inner impulse made Ace blurt out. Normally, she would have brought up this topic more tactfully.

Professor Slughorn laughed, "In terms of achievements in Potions, you have indeed surpassed him, Ace. I didn't expect that you also have a competitive side."

"Of course, I have the purpose of becoming your best student."

"That's a pity. Obviously the Severus who just left is better, but you can become my best female student." Slughorn was so amused that he never stopped laughing.

Ace spread his hands helplessly, "It seems I still need to work harder. I heard that Senior Riddle is very proficient in black magic?"

"Oh, he is indeed proficient in black magic. At that time, he often came to me to issue licenses for the forbidden book area."

"Isn't Senior Del there going to be tempted by the evil of black magic?"

"Tom is a smart kid, humble and polite. He won't. He just longs for power. After all, children coming out of orphanages always feel uneasy, Ace."

Ace sighed softly in his heart. It seemed that the professor's club did not let him know that Tom Riddle was now the infamous Voldemort. As expected, the people in the club were not very reliable.

After chatting for a while, Ace turned the topic to his own purpose, "Professor, I heard that there is a kind of black magic item called a Horcrux, which can make people immortal?"

"Why are you asking about this? Ace, that's not a good thing."

"I'm just curious, Professor, did Senior Riddle ask you this question?" Ace said with a smile in an indifferent manner, indicating that he was just curious.

“Yeah, my answer would be the same, that’s not a good thing.

Who can endure the pain of splitting his soul?Immortality is the domain of God, Ace. "

"Can one really split a soul, Professor?"

"Yes, this has been recorded, and it can even split into more than one piece, but this will cause great harm to oneself -"

"why?"

"——You will split your own reason and calmness into pieces, and each fragment must carry a part of itself, my dear.

You'd better not have this idea. Making a Horcrux requires killing a person. This is too evil. "

"If Senior Riddle makes a Horcrux, how many pieces will he split his soul into?"

Slughorn looked at Ace with wide eyes in surprise, looking in disbelief.

"I was just joking, Professor." Noticing Slughorn's nervousness, Ace immediately covered his mouth and laughed.

"This is really not a funny joke. How could Tom possibly make a Horcrux?"

Ace stopped smiling and stared at Slughorn, the gentle and loving headmaster of Slytherin who loved his students.

His only shortcoming is probably that he is too good at maneuvering and attracting outstanding students - this is actually an advantage in Slytherin, he is much better than those unscrupulous people.

"Call me, do you know who Voldemort is?"

"Oh, Merlin's beard, why are you mentioning him? Ace?" Slughorn showed a look of fear and disgust, obviously very displeased with Voldemort.

"Don't you know that Senior Tom Riddle calls himself Voldemort?"

The office suddenly became silent, and the only sounds that could be heard were the sound of firewood burning in the fireplace and the howling wind outside the window.

Slughorn's eyes widened, as if he heard something impossible happen.

"You, you said-"

"Senior Riddle is Lord Voldemort, Professor."

"He He--"

"He made more than one Horcrux."

"I..." Slughorn covered his face in despair. He really couldn't believe that that elegant and humble child could be Voldemort!What has he done!

Thinking of the way he had talked about dark magic with Tom in this office, Slughorn felt remorseful and blamed himself for a moment. It was he who had harmed Tom and the people who died.

Ace picked up the coffee and handed it to Slughorn, "Professor, this is not your fault. Even without you, someone else would have told him these things."

After getting to know each other for a long time, Ace has completely understood what kind of hypocritical good student Tom Riddle was during his school days - he respected his teachers, loved his classmates, and crazily absorbed all knowledge. He deceived everyone.

Even the disciples who followed him believed that he treated them sincerely and did not just treat them as pawns that could be used casually. They were even willing to sacrifice for him.

After sitting quietly for a long time, Slughorn spoke in a low and obscure voice, "I don't know how many Horcruxes he made, Ace. I only told him that the soul can be split into many pieces."

Using his wand to pull out a trace of memory, Slughorn put it into a small glass bottle and handed it to Ace. His whole figure seemed to have aged more than ten years, "Give it to Dumbledore, you must have suffered from him." That’s why you agreed to go to the club.”

Ace took the glass bottle apologetically, "Professor, even if it weren't for this matter, I would be happy to ask you for advice. I really want to be one of your best students."

Slughorn waved his hand and leaned tiredly on the sofa.

Ace had no choice but to carefully close the door with the bottle and go out.