Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 135 Dumbledore's Memory ([-])
"With no evidence to prove it, how dare you speak nonsense?"

"Harry, be careful."

"Mr. Potter, don't always judge people with prejudice!"

"I just think so."

"Do you feel that being the savior is very enjoyable? Do you start to doubt others at will? You are as pathetic as your father!"

"Okay, okay, you guys go back first, Nangong and Hill stay." Professor McGonagall hurriedly smoothed things over.

"Let's talk about Katie's situation first, Professor."

"It hasn't been very good, but she's been relatively lucky. She seems to have just touched the necklace with a small piece of skin: there's a small hole in her glove. If she wears the necklace around her neck, or just uses it without gloves Picking up the necklace, she will die, maybe on the spot. Fortunately, Professor Snape has a way to prevent the rapid spread of the curse—” Professor Lingxu said, “but still needs to be transferred to St. Mungo’s to accept Treatment. It's the best way."

"Don't let the students know too much about Miss Kitty..."

"Professor McGonagall, it has already spread in the school." Nangong Xiongying said.

"Okay~_~ Then it's a sudden illness."

Katie was transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries the next day. At this time, the news that she had been cursed had spread throughout the school, but the details were not clear to everyone. It seemed that no one knew that Katie Tee himself was not the intended target of the necklace.

All parties declined to disclose information.

Dumbledore delivered another letter to Hilbert and Harry on Monday night.

It was eight o'clock in the evening when the two showed up outside Dumbledore's office on time.After knocking on the door lightly, a voice from inside invited him in.Dumbledore sat there, looking extremely tired, his hand still as black and dry as ever, but with a smile on his face, he motioned for Harry to sit down.The Pensieve was placed on the table again, casting dots of silver light on the ceiling.

"Where have you been this weekend, sir?" Harry asked, knowing he was pushing the envelope a bit, but he gave it a go.
Hilbert glared at him.Phineas Nigellus, the ex-headmaster of Hogwarts on the wall, also clearly thought Harry had gone too far, and hissed softly.

"I don't want to tell at the moment," said Dumbledore, "but I will tell you in due course."

"Really?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes, I think so." Dumbledore said as he took out a new bottle containing silver-white memory from inside his robe, poked it with his wand, and pulled out the cork.

"This is your memory, another one?"

"Professor," Harry said after a brief pause, "Did Professor McGonagall tell you what I told Katie after she was injured? About Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes, she told me of your suspicions," said Dumbledore.

"So you—?" Harry caught a glimpse of Hill already looking down at Dumbledore's memory.

"Anyone who is suspected of being involved in Katie's accident will be investigated thoroughly," said Dumbledore. "But, Harry, my concern now is our class."

Harry felt a little annoyed at this.Since their class is so important, why is there such a long gap between the first class and the second class?However, he didn't say anything more about Draco Malfoy, but watched as Dumbledore poured those new memories into the Pensieve, and then gently turned the stone basin with his slender hands.

Resignedly, Harry leaned over the Pensieve, feeling his feet lift off the ground... He fell again in the dark, into Slughorn's office all those years ago, where Hill had been.

There was the much younger Slughorn, with his bushy, lustrous straw hair and ginger moustache, sitting in a comfortable winged armchair, his feet resting on a large velvet cushion, with a small glass of wine in one hand and a box of pineapple preserves in the other.Six or seven teenage boys sat around Slughorn, among them Tom Riddle.Marvolo's black-sapphire gold ring gleamed on Riddle's hand.

Riddle was asking, "Sir, is Professor Mellors retiring?" when Dumbledore landed beside Harry.

"Tom, Tom, I know I can't tell you," Slughorn said half-smiling, half-reproachfully wagging a frosted finger at him, but winking again. "I have to say, I wonder where you got your news, boy. You know more than half the faculty."

Riddle smiled, and the other boys laughed too, casting him admiring glances.

"You ghost, you can know things you shouldn't know, and you are careful to please important people - by the way, thank you for your pineapple, you guessed it, this is my favorite -"

The boys snickered.

"—I believe you'll be Minister for Magic in 20 years. Maybe in 15, if you keep sending me pineapple preserves. I've got strong connections in the Ministry."

The other boys laughed again, and Tom Riddle only smiled.Harry noticed that he was by no means the oldest of the boys, but they all seemed to regard him as the leader.

"I don't know if politics is for me, sir," said Tom Riddle, after the laughter had died down. "I have no background in the first place."

"Well," said Slughorn brightly, "you must come from a respectable wizarding family with a talent like yours, that's all too clear. You have a bright future, Tom, and I've never missed a student. "

The little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"My God, is it time already? Time to go, boys, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, hand in your paper tomorrow, or you'll be in detention. And you too, Avery."

The boys filed out.Slughorn got up from his chair and carried the empty glass to the table.Movement behind him made him turn around, and Riddle was still standing there.

"Come on, Tom, you don't want to be caught outside after lights out, you're a prefect..."

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask, boy, ask..."

"Sir, I want to ask you if you know..."

Slughorn stared at him, stroking the stem of the glass absently with his fat fingers.

"I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know, get out!"

The memory ended here, and the three of them returned to the office. "Memory is tampered with, isn't it, Principal."

"Tamped?" Harry repeated, sitting down too.

"Of course," said Dumbledore, "Professor Slughorn falsified his own memory."

"But why would he do that?"

"Because, I think, he was ashamed of the memory, so he falsified it to make himself more respectable, to erase the parts he didn't want me to see. You saw, too, that the falsification was botched, which is true. Good thing, it means that the real memory is still underneath."

"So, you showed this to the two of us, just because you want us to get back the real memory?"

"But, sir," he said, maintaining his tone of deference, "you don't need—you can use Legilimency . . . or Veritaserum . . . "

"Professor Slughorn is a very capable wizard and will be able to guard against these two tricks. His closed mind is much better than mine. Ever since I forced him to hand me this distorted memory, he has not No wonder you have the antidote for Veritaserum."

"I think it would be foolish to try to wrest the truth from Professor Slughorn and do more harm than good. I don't want him to leave Hogwarts. However, he has his weaknesses like all of us, and I believe you are Someone who can break through his defenses. It is very important to get the real memory, Harry... how important it is, you will only know after seeing the real thing. So, good luck to you... good night."

"Do you think the two of us can get it?"

"Who knows, maybe you can."

"Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Hill."

As the study door closed, Hilbethel and Harry heard Phineas Nigellus distinctly say: "I don't see how that boy could be any better than you, Dumbledore."

"I don't expect you to see that either, Phineas," Dumbledore replied.Fawkes let out another pleasant whine.

Hilbert didn't sleep and went straight to Taoist Lingxu's office, and he heard the voice letting him in before he knocked on the door.

"Have you suffered from insomnia?" Taoist Lingxu sat in meditation on the futon and asked him with a smile.

"No, but you already know."

"Dumbledore still doesn't believe me."

"You mean, Horcruxes? Riddle has created Horcruxes?"

"Remember the second year, when you and I went to the secret room?"

"I took Haierbo and saved Ginny. You ruined the diary...that's a Horcrux!"

"That's right, he created more than one Horcrux. There's also the Hufflepuff Gold Cup that Gellert talked about before, which is also a Horcrux."

"Can you tell me all about it?"

"No. If I tell you in advance, there will be no way to continue the development later."

"........."

"Dumbledore still only believes Horace Slughorn's words. So..." Lingxu said.

"So, I need to find his original memory with Harry."

"That's right. You can sleep with me tonight. Good night."

"What kind of relationship do we have?" Hilbethel suddenly asked such a question.

"As teacher and friend, as father and son, as brother and younger brother."

"Fortunately, I don't have the same relationship with you as Dumbledore and Mr. Gellert."

"乀(ˉεˉ乀) get lost, labor and capital are straight. Besides, immortals can cultivate both ways, but an immortal in charge of education like me, who shoulders the great cause of revitalization, is doomed to die alone..."

"Do you have someone you like?" Hilbert asked, resting his chin on the bed.

"Yes... But she may not be able to marry me. She and I can only have no relationship, only a relationship between senior brother and junior sister. But I love her, my junior sister Yunxiao."

(End of this chapter)