The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Why on earth did Slughorn want to save his last face because he was too ashamed?

But this is not important anymore, because Voldemort's turmoil has already made him restless. Slughorn was immersed in remorse more than once, and finally chose to escape. He was almost driven crazy by himself.

When Harry and Hermione came over after class in the evening, he sat in a chair drinking glass after glass.

"Come closer... let me see again..." Slughorn looked at Harry through the tearful candle, "Harry, your eyes are so similar to your mother's... .It's exactly the same"

"But she's dead," said Harry, taking a deep breath and trying to be calm.

Slughorn's heart was tormented. On the one hand, he was afraid of Voldemort's revenge, and on the other hand, he felt guilty for those who lost their lives...

The last line of psychological defense was defeated by Hermione under the guidance of Grindelwald.

It turned out that Grindelwald saw all this clearly. After Cyrus temporarily left school because of his father's accident, more and more people began to talk about the threats to their relatives.

And Slughorn's psychology became extremely fragile because of these words that penetrated into his ears.

"Take it, this is my last ... help, don't think too bad of me, because I didn't know it happened at the beginning" Slughorn became more and more under the volatilization of alcohol Sensual.

Finally, he drew his wand from his pocket, held the tip of the wand to his temple, and drew out a strand of silver cotton-like silk thread, which he wound up and put into a finger-high bottle.

He took a breath, the cork closed the bottle automatically, and handed it to Hermione.

"I think my mother will thank you," said Harry sincerely.

"It's my fault... child..." He covered his face, sobbing, suddenly raised his head again, and said intermittently, "Dumbledore will protect me, right? By the way... this is at school ,Ha ha"

The two who got the important memory quickly ran to Dumbledore's gargoyle and walked up the spiral staircase with the password of 'toffee finger cake'.

The door of the office was left open, as if someone had just entered it.

Hermione walked in and found that Grindelwald, the former leader of the Wizarding Revolution, hadn't left yet. He was sitting in front of the window dotted with stars, with his left hand outstretched, while Dumbledore was carefully removing the gauze.

Every time a layer is torn off, Grindelwald's hand will shake.

At last she saw a dry, charred hand, as though it had been covered with a parched skin.

"Why are you here at this time?" Dumbledore was a little surprised when he saw Harry who was stunned.

"We got Slughorn's memory, professor!" Hermione's face was filled with joy of victory, and she hurriedly poured the memory into the Pensieve. After more than a month of hard work, she finally got it.

Harry hadn't met Grindelwald, but he didn't have time to ask...

"Quick, you guys go first!" A smile bloomed on Dumbledore's face, "I'll give him some more medicine..."

"Don't be so troublesome." Grindelwald was a little impatient, and wanted to take out his left hand, but was deliberately poked by the principal with his wand. The pain made him gasp.

He wanted to cut off the left hand directly, but Dumbledore would not allow it.

Hermione, who got permission, couldn't wait to bury her head in it. She seldom used the Pensieve, and Cyrus had told her about it after reading the memory before, but recently Hermione used it more and more.

She fell out of the darkness again, as if in a dream, and landed in Slughorn's office where she had seen before.

But at this time, Professor Slughorn she saw was still very young, with thick grass-yellow hair on his head. After stroking his ginger-colored beard, he picked up a glass of wine.

And the six boys sitting across from him, Tom Riddle among them.

Not only that, but also the descendants of Lestrange, Black and other families are here. It seems that the first generation of Death Eaters has already begun to emerge from this time.

As before, Tom deliberately stayed until the last to prepare to leave.

"I have a little question... about magic" Hermione heard Tom say.

"Then ask quickly, boy, you are smart and careful to please important people..." The young Slughorn said with a hearty smile.

"I wonder... do you know about Horcruxes?"

Harry's eyes widened. He hoped that this time the image wasn't of Slughorn throwing a tantrum and driving Tom Riddle away. He only hoped that this time the memory was real.

In fact, it was just as he hoped.

"Horcruxes... Defense Against the Dark Arts subject?" Slughorn stroked the bottom of his glass absently, but made an excuse for Tom.

"Yes, I read it in a book"

"It's rare to find a book about Horcruxes in Hogwarts, because it's so evil..."

"But obviously you know a lot, sir, if even a wizard like you doesn't know, then someone else probably..." Riddle said, "Well, that's why I wanted to come to you right away"

Hermione could tell that Tom Riddle had said that on purpose.

And this kind of inadvertent compliment is very useful to people like Slughorn. Hermione, who doesn't pay much attention to speaking skills, was taught a lot of tricks by Grindelwald.

She had also seen Cyrus extract information from others, so she could see through Riddle almost immediately.

"Well~ I can briefly introduce it, it won't do any harm" Apparently the professor has been fooled, he picked up a piece of pineapple candied fruit with his fingers and said, "Horcrux---actually means 'an object that holds a part of a person's soul' "

"To put it simply, it is to split your soul into several parts, and each part is stored in a separate item. In this way, even if your body is gone, you will not die..."

Simply put, it is 'eternal life'.

Hermione took a few steps forward and saw Riddle's pupils changing with excitement.

"I'm dead, but my soul is still alive in the world, worse than ghosts and ghosts, but... am I still alive?"

"No, Tom!" Slughorn took a sip of his wine, suppressing his uneasiness, "It's better to die, death is better than living... This way of living, every minute and every second is painful ..."

But Riddle's focus has never been these, he only cares about 'eternal life'.

"Then how to split the soul?"

"Through the most evil act---murder, but innocent people must be killed. The more you destroy a kind of purity, the more the caster's soul will be split...so this kind of behavior is anti-human!"

Riddle suddenly accelerated the pace of attack, pressing harder and harder.

"But what I don't understand is that the use of the Horcrux sounds very small...or, can only one be split?" He was full of greedy questions, which were exposed at this moment, "Can't it be more? Like... seven times?"

Seven, in the eyes of wizards, is a magical number.

It represents "miracle" or "impossible", and it is also full of various meanings in Muggles.

"Seven times?!" cried Slughorn. "Destroying one pure soul is evil enough, let alone seven!"

"False, I'm just making an analogy... It's just an academic discussion, right?" Riddle immediately saw something was wrong, and quickly withdrew his revealing face.

"What I said is forbidden in Hogwarts. You should not say it...Especially Dumbledore, he is extremely fierce in this regard"

But Riddle only promised verbally. The moment he turned around, everyone saw the ecstasy on his face, the corners of his mouth curled up to both sides, and this kind of smile made his handsome face extra ferocious.

And the picture ends here.

Hermione finally understood why Slughorn was so afraid of this memory, and why he was particularly worried about talking about lost lives.

Because it seemed to him that Voldemort was his fault....