Magical Studies at Hogwarts

The Morfin in front of him was completely different from the last time Harry saw him in his memory. If he hadn't named him himself, Harry would never have imagined that this down-and-out man was Morfin.

"Marvolo's son?" the young Voldemort asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Of course." Morfin reached out and lifted his hair out of his eyes, trying to see Voldemort more clearly.

On his hand, the black gemstone ring was very conspicuous.

"I thought you were that Muggle, you look so much like him."

"Which Muggle?"

"The one my sister likes lives in the big house opposite. You look very much like him when he was young..." Morfin shook a little and held his hand on the table to feel better.

His long-term decadent life has made his health very bad, and he did get up faster just now.

"He's back, you know..." Morfin lowered his head, his voice a little erratic and low, but before Voldemort could speak, Morfin seemed to be crazy, waving the wand and knife in his hand, and shouted, "He abandoned my sister! My sister deserved it, marrying a trash!"

"She even took our stuff, before she escaped! Slytherin's locket! Locket!"

"It's a shame for us! It's a shame for the Gunter family!"

Morfin cursed angrily, and this memory ended abruptly here, and the surrounding suddenly turned into darkness.Just as Harry was about to ask, Dumbledore pulled him away from his memory.

"What about the back?" Harry asked hurriedly as soon as he returned to the office.

"Morfin refuses to recall what happened next." Dumbledore took the memory out of the Pensieve and put it back into the bottle, and said, "But I can tell you what happened next..."

"When he woke up the next day, he was lying on the ground alone, and he had lost Marvolo's ring."

"At the same time, a murder occurred in the big house opposite them, the residence of Old Tom Riddle. Old Tom and his family were all killed. He and his parents..."

"This case has not been closed by the Muggles. They don't know how the Riddle family died. This is normal. People whose lives are taken away by the killing curse will not leave traces... However, the Ministry of Magic knows that it was the work of wizards. , and found Morfin, the most suspicious person, at the first time."

"After they met Morfin, Morfin confessed without using Veritaserum or Legilimency at all. He told many details that only the murderer would know, and with the confirmation of the flashback spell, his The wand was the murder weapon used to kill the Riddle family...so the case was closed and Morfin was taken to Azkaban, where he lived for the rest of his life."

"Did Voldemort kill him with his wand?" Harry asked.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Although there is no direct evidence to prove this, there is actually no need for any evidence."

"Voldemort knocked Morfin unconscious, took away his wand and Marvolo's ring, killed the Muggle who abandoned his mother, and wiped out the entire Riddle family. After he finished all this, he returned to Gaunt When he returned home, he used a complex magic to transplant a false memory to Morfin and returned his wand."

"Didn't anyone investigate carefully? Those guys from the Ministry of Magic?" Harry said with a frown, as if he was feeling unfair for Morfin.

"Unfortunately, no." Dumbledore shook his head. "Morfin has a criminal record and confessed to his 'crime'. And it must be admitted that the magic that Voldemort cast was very clever. Most people can’t see through it.”

"Later, when exploring Voldemort's past, I visited Morfin a few weeks before his death. I finally got such a memory, and after seeing it, I wanted to save him from Azkaban. Come out, just..."

"Just what, sir?"

"It's just that I was a step too late. He passed away before the Ministry of Magic made a decision, and his bones were buried next to the prison, just like other prisoners who died in Azkaban."

"Haha, it's really something the Ministry of Magic can do." Harry sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.This was his impression of the Ministry of Magic, and it seemed that it had not changed at all in decades.

No matter who is sitting in the minister's seat.

Dumbledore didn't comment on this, he just opened another bottle and poured the memories inside into the Pensieve.This process is not as smooth as before. This memory is a bit condensed, like spoiled milk.

"Remember what I said at the beginning? This is the most important memory..." Dumbledore said, reaching out to hold Harry's hand, and the two of them immersed their faces into the pensieve. For just a moment, They fell in front of a man.

This time, Harry recognized the man's identity at a glance. He was the much younger Professor Slughorn.His hair was thick and shiny, his ginger beard was neatly trimmed, and he no longer had that oversized belly.

But it can be seen that the buttons on his abdominal clothes are very tight.

Slughorn was sitting in an armchair in his office, a small glass of wine in his hand, with six or seven boys surrounding him.Harry recognized Voldemort immediately. He was the most handsome and the most relaxed.

Moreover, the Marvolo ring on his hand is really eye-catching.

They were chatting away, and the boys were saying compliments to Slughorn, which pleased him greatly.But suddenly, a burst of white mist filled the entire office, but the boys did not notice it.

Harry didn't know what this phenomenon meant and wanted to ask Dumbledore, but found that his attention was completely focused on the scene in front of him.As soon as I turned around, the scene in front of me changed.

"Oh my God, is it time?" The small golden clock on Slughorn's desk rang, and the hands pointed to eleven o'clock.He stood up from his chair and said, "It's time for the kids to go, or we'll be in trouble."

He walked to the door and opened it, and the children walked out one by one.Voldemort was last, and it can be seen that he did it on purpose.

"Hurry up, Tom, you are a prefect. You definitely don't want to be caught staying out after lights out..."

"Sir, I want to ask something." Voldemort said.

"Then ask quickly, kid..."

"Sir, I would like to ask you if you know...horcruxes?"

At this time, the weird white mist came again.Harry could see neither Slughorn nor Voldemort, but just like last time, Dumbledore still focused on the invisible white mist.

This time, the white mist disappeared a little slowly, and after waiting for a while, Slughorn's voice sounded.

"I know nothing about Horcruxes! Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you!"

"Get out! Don't let me hear you mention this again!"

As soon as Slughorn finished speaking, the surroundings fell into darkness, and in the blink of an eye they were back in the principal's office.

It ended very hastily, and Harry was even more confused. He thought this was a very detailed and long memory, otherwise how could it be the "most important"?

He couldn't help asking:

"That's it?"