HP Magic Biography

I don't think so, said a sarcastic voice; Phineas Nigellus had clearly been faking sleep.

Dumbledore ignored him. Now, then, Harry, I must stick to our lessons. I have something more important to discuss with you tonight.

Harry sat there defiantly. What if he refused to change the subject? What if he kept arguing about the Malfoy incident?

However, Dumbledore shook his head, as if seeing through his thoughts.

In fact, Harry's resistance was a little too obvious, and he was clinging to Snape, which was very natural in Harry's mind.

Moreover, this time also caught up with a Malfoy?

Thinking with your toes, it won't be a good thing for them to get together in such a critical period for two months.

Dark Lord?

That's the name of a Death Eater.

Harry preferred that Voldemort was a hairless pig to that.

Well……

Maybe leaner, but he's definitely hairless.

Oh, Harry, how often it happens, even among the best of friends! Everyone believes that what he has to say is far more important than what the other has to say!

I don't think what you're about to say is unimportant, Professor, said Harry stiffly. We're discussing things now.

oh,

But this is not a problem in my opinion. Dumbledore said indifferently.

But...but there's a good chance Malfoy...

Probably what? Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry with a smile.

I mean, Malfoy...he... Harry opened his mouth, did he tell Dumbledore their deduction that Malfoy wanted to kill Dumbledore?

In front of Dumbledore?

But Dumbledore looked so...

Did Dumbledore think he was crazy?

Harry himself felt like he was crazy.

Malfoy, no matter how you look at this name, there is no way to equate it with Dumbledore. Whether it is Harry or Fan Lin, even if you give him decades...

Oh, Fan Lin may not take so long, he has the Sorcerer's Stone, it seems that it is not too difficult in terms of magic power alone, but obviously it is impossible to face the hard steel Dumbledore.

What plot is Malfoy planning to use?

So, what do you want to say, about...Mr. Malfoy. Dumbledore looked at Harry calmly.

I mean... Harry took a deep breath, Malfoy is most likely doing something that endangers Hogwarts, and even you.

Danger Hogwarts? Or, me? Dumbledore repeated briefly, and Harry felt that his head might have been pinched by the door when he came in, but at this moment Harry could only bite the bullet...

Oh, well, this is indeed an interesting thing. Dumbledore paused and looked at Harry.

Oh, I'm not joking... Harry was a little crazy, no matter how you look at it, this matter was not enough to make Dumbledore vigilant...

Of course, I'm not joking, am I, Harry? Dumbledore smiled. Anyway, I think I should thank you for the reminder, Harry.

Dumbledore took out another small crystal vial from his inside pocket, and Harry immediately fell silent, remembering that Dumbledore had said that it was the most important of the memories he had collected.

So, I think we can start today's teaching, right? Of course, I haven't decided on the next section yet, and there are still many important things waiting for us to do, right? Just give us more and more time Less, Harry.

Harry was completely quiet. Although Dumbledore's previous attitude made him unhappy, in fact, Harry was still very unhappy until now, but it didn't matter now.

Dumbledore's movements were very slow, as if he was afraid that he would confuse this memory.

Harry noticed that the memories were not easy to pour all into the Pensieve, they seemed a little sticky; could memories go bad too?

This one won't take long, said Dumbledore, finally emptying the bottle. Being back in a moment. So, go into the Pensieve again...

Harry fell into the silver memory again, just like the previous experience, but the difference was that this time it fell right in front of someone, and Harry recognized him immediately. In front of him was a much younger Horace Slughorn.

Harry was used to his baldness, so he was rather dismayed to see Slughorn's shiny, bushy, straw-coloured head; A shiny area had also appeared on the top of his head, about the size of a Galleon.

His beard was ginger, not as much as it is now. He was less fat than the Slughorn Harry knew, but the gold buttons on the embroidered waistcoat were rather taut. His little feet were resting on a little velvet-upholstered stool, and he was reclining comfortably in a winged armchair, holding a small glass of wine in one hand and a box of pineapple preserves in the other. groping around.

Dumbledore appeared beside Harry, who looked around and found them standing in Slughorn's office. Around Slughorn sat half a dozen boys, all of them sitting in harder and lower chairs, all looking about fifteen or so.

Harry recognized Riddle immediately. He has the most handsome face and looks the most relaxed. His right hand rested nonchalantly on the armrest; Harry was suddenly shocked to see that he had put on Marvolo's gold ring set with black stones; it meant he had killed his father.

Professor, is Professor Melisot really going to retire? Riddle asked.

Tom, Tom, I can't tell you even if I know, said Slughorn, wagging a sugar-stained finger and winking at him, which made the reproach less effective.

I must say, I wonder how you got your news, boy; you're better informed than half the faculty.

Riddle laughed; the other boys laughed too, and gave him admiring looks.

Given your uncanny talent for asking about things you shouldn't know, and your thoughtful flattery of important people - thank you by the way for sending me these pineapples, they are indeed my favourites -

Several boys were giggling, when a strange thing happened. The whole room was suddenly filled with thick white fog, and Harry could see nothing but Dumbledore's face standing beside him.

Then Slughorn's words came out of the mist, unusually loud: —you will go astray, boy, mark my words.

The fog disappeared, as suddenly as it had come, and no one mentioned it, and no one looked like they had just experienced something out of the ordinary. Harry looked around suspiciously, a small golden clock on Slughorn's desk was chiming the time, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

My God, is it that late? said Slughorn. You'd better go back, boys, or we'll all be in trouble. Lestrange, I want you to turn in your paper tomorrow or you'll have to go to detention. And you too, Avery.

Slughorn stood up as the boys filed out, and put the empty glass on the desk. Yet Riddle stayed behind. Harry could see that he was stalling for time, trying to end up alone in the room with Slughorn.

Come along, Tom, said Slughorn, turning to see that he was not going. You don't want to be caught out of bed at a time like this, and you're a prefect...

Professor, I want to ask you something.

Ask then, my child, ask...

Professor, do you know... about the soul fragments?

It all happened again: dense smoke enveloped the room, Harry couldn't see Riddle and Slughorn at all; only Dumbledore beside him was smiling calmly at him. Then Slughorn's voice came out again, exactly the same as before.

I don't know what soul fragments are, and even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you! Hurry up, don't let me find you mentioning them again!

The memory seemed to end there, and it made Harry feel bad, the fog... the fog that covered everything up.

Well, that's all, said Dumbledore quietly, beside Harry. time to go.

Harry's feet left the ground, and a few seconds later they were back on the rug in front of Dumbledore's desk.

Is that all? said Harry blankly. Dumbledore said that this was the most important memory, but he couldn't see its significance. No doubt the fog was odd, and no one noticed it, and nothing seemed to happen except that Riddle was just asking a question that didn't get answered.

You may have noticed, Dumbledore sat back on the chair behind him, this memory has been tampered with.

Falsified? repeated Harry, who also sat back.

Of course, said Dumbledore, Professor Slughorn interfered with his own recollections.

But why would he do that?

I think it was because he was ashamed of what he remembered, said Dumbledore. He tried to rewrite the memory to make himself brighter, erasing the parts he didn't want me to see. You must have noticed that the memory was very crudely modified, which is very good for us, because it shows that the real memory is Hidden under those changes. So, I'm going to give you homework for the first time, Harry. Your task is to convince Professor Slughorn to reveal his true memory, which is undoubtedly a vital piece of information.

Harry stared at him. But make no mistake, Professor, he kept his voice as respectful as possible, you don't need me—you can use Legilimency... or Veritaserum...

Professor Slughorn is an extremely able wizard, and he must have expected both, said Dumbledore. He's far more accomplished in Occlumency than poor Morfin Gaunt, and after I force this distorted memory, if he doesn't carry the antidote for Veritaserum with him, then I would be very surprised.

Yes, I think trying to wrest the truth from Professor Slughorn is foolish and does more harm than good; I don't want him to leave Hogwarts. However, he has his weaknesses just like us , I believe you are the one who can break through his defenses. Obtaining that real memory is the most important thing, Harry... We will only know how important it is after seeing the real thing. So, good luck ……Good night.

Harry was a little taken aback by the sudden dismissal of get out of class, and stood up quickly.

Good night, Professor.

...

He's smart, isn't he? Dumbledore said suddenly, after watching Harry go out the door, everything seemed to return to calm.

Maybe... A gloomy voice suddenly sounded from the balcony, I don't make any comments on this, Principal.

You hate him, Severus, don't you? Dumbledore calmly looked at the man who suddenly appeared in the headmaster's office, Severus Snape... a man who was focused on satirizing Harry on potions career man.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was just a slightly failed transformation.

In a sense, yes, Mr. Headmaster. Snape said coldly. It was hard to say what Snape's attitude was towards Dumbledore.

Could it be that respect?

Oh, maybe a little bit, but it's very limited, isn't it? Compared to Dumbledore, Snape respected Voldemort more. Even if he quit, it was just an accident.

In a sense. Dumbledore seemed to have heard an interesting piece of news, It makes me curious, Severus, so there is a side of you that doesn't hate him.

Until now, I haven't discovered it, but you always have to keep a chance. This is what you taught us, didn't you?

Oh, keep a chance, yes, it's like this, Severus, it seems that you have changed a lot over the years, and it seems that we, teachers and students, haven't had a good... conversation?

Actually, Professor... Snape grinned, the words came out of his mouth very strangely, how many years had he not called someone such a short professor?

ten years? twenty years? Thirty years?

Oh, forty years may be too long, but in fact, since he left Hogwarts to join the Death Eaters, it seems that such a title has been far away from him.

What a long-lost title...

And in the Death Eaters Legion, he has always been respected, and he only needs to respect one person.

Death Eaters are so realistic, as long as you are capable and strong enough, no one else will care about you except your master.

To be favored by Tom Riddle, or, the man who honored him as the Dark Lord.

To be honest, this is a bit secondary, and Tom Riddle also abandoned his Muggle name and called himself Voldemort.

I am Voldemort?

A simple letter conversion, and then turned an evil middle-school boy into an old ugly...

Uh, it doesn't seem appropriate, it's the same as a hairless pig, these are all facts, but there are some uncontrollable factors in the depiction.

To put it simply, although Voldemort did not satisfy Snape in some places, in fact, doing things under Voldemort's hands is more indulgent, and it is simple and fast enough. When encountering any problems, just go there directly. If not, call more people to rush over together?

This is different from Dumbledore. Although he is kind on the surface, in fact, Dumbledore is also enough...or is it cold?

It's a real calculation, and it just so happens that Snape is not bad in this respect... In fact, no matter on which side, Snape has enough capital to survive, and, in comparison, he is still alive very nice?

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