A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 557 Pure academic research, splitting the soul seven times?

"I don't mind." Hagrid cried sadly, "It's useless to keep it anyway, you can discuss with Aaron about dividing it."

"Discuss...dividing?" Slughorn looked at Aaron in surprise, and asked with some guilt: "Are you also interested in the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider?"

"Professor, you know me, I'm definitely not for money, even if a pint can be sold for hundreds of galleons, it doesn't have much appeal to me." Aaron said righteously, "I just think the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is a precious magical material, I want to try to use it to study an antidote."

"Oh!" Slughorn looked enlightened, "Pure academic research, right, me too."

Aaron:......

If you hadn't dodged your eyes, I would have almost believed it.

The two looked at each other, and walked to Aragog's head tacitly, with two curved claws motionless in the moonlight.

"Professor, you are the elder, please go first." Aaron said very politely.

"You should go first!" Slughorn was still a little embarrassed in front of the students, "I usually carry a few glass bottles with me, hiss...Merlin's beard!"

Slughorn's mouth twitched violently, and he no longer pretended to be polite, and immediately took out the glass bottle to collect the venom.

Because Aaron took out a glass barrel from a white magic circle, if he was asked to collect first, he probably wouldn't be able to collect even a hair when it was his turn.

After a while, several glass bottles were filled with high-quality venom.

Slughorn showed a satisfied smile. It was not in vain tonight. This trip earned half a month's salary.

Aaron shrugged and pushed the glass barrel under the big claw.

He took out the wand directly, extracted all the venom in the big claw, and put it in the barrel without a drop left.

"Done." Aaron put the glass barrel into the dressing space and showed Professor Slughorn, who was eager, what pattern was.

This is the standard for academic research. What can be researched with just a few glass bottles?

"Do you need me to say a few words of eulogy, Hagrid?" Slughorn asked.

"If you are willing."

Slughorn bowed slightly, facing Aragog's body, and said in a solemn tone: "Farewell, Aragog, King of Spiders, your body may decay, but your soul will live forever.

In this way, your human friends will find a little comfort in the long-lasting grief..."

Listening to the eulogy, Aaron couldn't help but feel emotional.

It was not a loss for Aragog to exchange a decent funeral for just a few pints of venom.

The funeral was not officially over until Slughorn waved his wand, buried Aragog completely, and made a small mound on the spot.

Hagrid cried even louder, and several people took a lot of effort to bring him back to the hut.

"I think we need to drink something." Slughorn put a few bottles of wine on the table, "Don't worry, I asked a house elf to taste each bottle of wine and confirmed that they are all non-toxic." "Thank you, professor, but Hermione must not know about this." Aaron reminded, "She sympathizes too much with the plight of house elves. Although your behavior is normal in most people's eyes, it may affect your majestic image in her heart." "I will appropriately adopt the advice of excellent students, but I will not do it again next time." Slughorn smiled, and then took out a few glasses and poured a glass of wine in each. Hagrid had his own big cup, and Slughorn poured a bottle of wine directly into it. "Come on, raise your glass, for Aragog." "For Aragog." ×3. Hagrid, Slughorn, and Aaron all took a big sip, and Harry seemed to realize something, just took a simple sip, and put the glass on the table. After three rounds of drinking, Aaron's face flushed, and he looked confused and on the verge of being drunk. Hagrid and Slughorn were talking and singing, and only Harry sat aside, keeping a clear mind and refilling the cups for the three people from time to time.

"I raised it from an egg. When it just hatched, it was just a tiny thing, not much bigger than a Pekingese dog.

You know, Pekingese dog?"

"Of course I know." Aaron said intermittently, "About 20 to 30 centimeters, my Abe was about the same when he hatched from the egg, although he has grown a lot now.

But the lifespan of a dragon must be longer than that of an acromantula, and it is not an ordinary dragon, it can evolve."

Slughorn's mouth corners unconsciously raised an arc, he didn't expect to have an unexpected harvest tonight.

As the saying goes, the truth comes out after drinking, he doesn't think a student who has not graduated can drink more than him.

"It can also evolve! What changes will there be after evolution?"

"This is a secret, I won't tell ordinary people."

"Drink, drink." Slughorn advised.

Aaron raised his glass and drank it all.

"Tell me, I promise not to tell anyone else."

"And me." Hagrid said, trying to hold back his drunkenness.

"Drink another glass and I'll tell you."

Hagrid and Slughorn exchanged glances, drank a glass of wine each, and waited for Aaron's answer with great interest.

"The first evolution gave it the ability to spit fire."

"That's it? Norbert could spit fire as soon as he was born."

"What about the second time?" Slughorn asked.

"I...I seem to have forgotten."

After saying that, Aaron lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

"Forget it, wait until next time!" Slughorn murmured regretfully, and then continued to drink with Hagrid, and successfully got a few unicorn tail feathers from him.

"I once had a fish named Francis who was close to me.

One afternoon, I went downstairs and looked and it was gone. "Slughorn spread his hands melancholy, "'Poof' and disappeared, but I guess this is life!

You live your life suddenly and ‘poof’ it’s gone. "

"How terrible!" Hagrid snorted and fell backwards, snoring loudly.

Harry laughed and gradually looked at Slughorn.

His luck told him that now was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Slughorn was half drunk and half awake, and the atmosphere was set well. Apart from the two drunk men, they were the only ones left, and they could talk about some topics that he had always avoided.

The two people's eyes met, and Slughorn saw a pair of familiar green eyes very clearly, and his thoughts gradually returned to the past.

"Francis was given to me by a student.

One spring afternoon, I saw a small bowl on my table. Inside was a shallow pool of clear water, with a petal floating on the water.

I was looking at it, but it sank. Just when it was about to hit the bottom of the bowl, it deformed and turned into a small fish. It was really wonderful and pleasing to the eye.

The petals are lilies, as beautiful as your mother.

The day I came downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, was also the day your mother..." Slughorn's voice weakened, "I know why you are here, but I can't help you, and helping you will ruin it. Myself. "

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Harry took a deep breath and said after a few seconds of silence: "Do you know how I survived, Professor?

She sacrificed herself that night when I left this scar on my forehead. She was unwilling to leave me in order to survive. Her love was more powerful than Voldemort's power. "

"Don't say his name." Slughorn shuddered.

"I'm not afraid, Professor." Harry stood up and walked slowly to him, "Let me tell you something! Something that others only guessed.

The prophecy is true, I am the savior, only I can defeat him, but before that I need that memory. "

"Savior?" A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Slughorn's forehead. "Harry, I can help you in many ways, but your request..."

"Be brave, Professor." Harry said mysteriously, "Be like my mother, otherwise you will only bring shame to her, otherwise her death will be worthless, otherwise the bowl in your heart will always be empty."

Three consecutive 'otherwise's stabbed Slughorn in the heart like a sharp knife. When he broke through the defense, he took out the wand from his pocket and took out an empty glass bottle.

“Please don’t look down on me after reading this.

Even then, you couldn't imagine how powerful he was. "

The black wand pulled out a thread of silver-like memory from his temple. It weighed nothing, but was as heavy as a thousand pounds, so that his hands were constantly shaking.

Harry knew what he should do, and quickly held Slughorn's left hand holding the glass bottle, guiding him to put this crucial memory into it.

"Thank you, Professor."

"You are a good boy with eyes like hers. Please don't think too bad of me." Slughorn said exhaustedly, then buried his head in his arms and fell into a trap just like Hagrid. sleep.

Harry looked at the glass bottle containing the memory, breathed out a sigh of relief, and slumped down in the chair as if he had finished a battle.

He didn't even know how to say those persuasive words himself. The effect was obvious, but it was a bit draining on his brain cells.

"Finally finished."

At this time, a light-colored energy wave spread silently in the hut. Harry felt his vision go dark and lost consciousness, and the glass bottle in his hand was smashed straight to the floor.

Snapped!

Aaron stretched out his right hand and caught the glass bottle firmly.

"That's right, it's finally done." Aaron tossed the glass bottle in his hand proudly, glanced at the three people in the room, and couldn't help but smile.

Regardless of whether you are really drunk or pretending to be drunk, it will be difficult to wake up after being hit by his coma spell.

In addition to the three of them, Aaron didn't even let Hagrid's dog go.

Although it couldn't speak, he didn't dare to leave any loopholes. Who knew if someone would be crazy enough to extract the dog's memory.

"Sorry, Professor.

If you get me drunk with a few bottles of wine, our winery will be in vain.

Harry, don't blame me. This memory is different. I have to see it for myself. "

Aaron cleared the open space in the middle of the hut and placed a layer of illusion enchantment in the room. Outsiders would only see the sleeping four people and one dog.

After doing this, Aaron stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the ground.

A blue-white magic circle appeared and brought a stone table over. On top of the stone table was the pensieve that Aaron had bought a few years ago.

"I knew you were useful then, but now it seems I was really foresighted!" Aaron smiled, then opened the glass bottle and poured the silver substance inside into the basin.

Entering Slughorn's memory, the first half was when he entertained some outstanding students, including the young Voldemort, and everything was normal until the clock rang at eleven o'clock in the evening.

The other students left one after another, leaving him and Tom Riddle alone in the office.

"I was in the restricted section of the library a few nights ago, and I read about some rare magical material. If I remember correctly, that thing is called a Horcrux."

"Yes!" Aaron, who was standing aside, waved his right hand excitedly. He finally got to the point. After more than half a year of hard work, he finally saw the light of day.

"What did you say?" Slughorn thought he might have heard wrong.

"Horcrux, I saw this word when I was reading, but I didn't quite understand it."

"Tom, I don't know what you're reading, but this is very dark and evil stuff, very evil."

"That's why I came to you."

Slughorn hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell his student.

"A Horcrux is a vessel that hides a person's soul."

"But I don't quite understand what's going on." Tom Riddle frowned, but there was a little excitement in his voice, "Or how can it be done?"

“A person splits a part of his soul and hides it in a container, so that even if the body is attacked or even destroyed, he is still protected.

That part of the soul that is hidden will survive, in other words, live forever. "

"Absurd!" Aaron sneered, that kind of life that was not even a walking zombie would be better than a happy death.

He walked up to Tom Riddle and looked directly into his eyes. Various complex emotions such as desire, greed, and excitement flashed through him quickly, and finally turned into calmness.

"Then what can we do to split the soul?" Tom Riddle turned his back and rubbed the ring on his finger to make his voice as calm as possible.

Aaron looked at the black gemstone on the ring and immediately realized that it was no ordinary item.

The ancestral ring of the Marvolo family, good guy, has this guy killed his uncle and grandpa's family?

"Kill?"

"Yes," Slughorn said. "Killing will divide the soul, which is a violation of the laws of nature."

“Can you only separate your soul once?

I'm just out of curiosity, sir, would it be better to have more souls?

For example, can it be divided into seven times? "

hiss!

Aaron took a deep breath and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Damn it! Still underestimated Voldemort.

This is not a ruthless person, this is pure wolf destruction!

Splitting the soul once is enough to be perverted, but splitting the soul seven times will cause the soul to be seriously missing, and you will become someone else.

However, considering Voldemort's appearance of neither human nor ghost, it is not impossible to split his soul seven times.

"Merlin's beard!

Tom, isn't it terrible enough to kill someone?

If the soul is divided into seven parts..." Slughorn seemed to feel a deep uneasiness, "These are just assumptions, right Tom? Is it purely an academic discussion? "

"That's natural, Professor.

Just think of it as a little secret between us. "