I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 527 The Truth in Memory

"Where did you go just now?"

"Principal's office?"

"He went to steal something?"

Owen shook his head. "Nothing was stolen. Dumbledore was not in the habit of writing secrets on parchment."

"Then this is a serious violation of school rules. For this reason alone, we should arrest him."

"It's against school rules for us to hang around in the corridor now," Owen said.

Hermione suddenly became unhappy, "Why are you defending him?"

"Hmm..." Owen showed a thoughtful expression, "Maybe it's because I subconsciously feel that the guy can still be saved."

"Can someone save him?" Hermione found it funny. What kind of excuse was this? "You said before that everyone is equal. Now you want to give a thief special care?"

"Well, if you say so," Owen looked down at Hermione, "I'll talk to their dean about this tomorrow - what if the child is abnormal? Well - most likely he's just itching for trouble. He needs a beating."

As he spoke, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Without waiting for the two to speak.

The person opposite called out their names.

"Owen, Hermione!"

Harry ran over excitedly.

"I got the memory. Now let's go find Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"I'm sorry, Harry." Owen waved his hand, pouring cold water on Harry's enthusiasm. "Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts tonight. He went to the Ministry of Magic to discuss something with the Minister. I came here to inform you of this."

"What a shame. We can't see the memory right away." Harry said with some regret, "Well, let's go back to the common room and go find Dumbledore tomorrow morning."

"See you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow."

The three of them parted ways at the spiral staircase.

Hermione and Harry headed to the eighth floor while Owen went down to the basement.

Before leaving, Miss Granger still looked a little unhappy, but there was not much left.

Her hands were in her pockets.

bulging.

It seems to hold a lot of things.

After touching those things, the gloom on Hermione's face disappeared instantly.

He happily went up the stairs.

The next morning, after breakfast, the three of them rushed to the principal's office.

They knocked on the door, and Dumbledore's tired voice said from behind it, "Come in."

Pushing the door open, Dumbledore's office remained the same, but the view outside the window was replaced by a black night sky full of stars.

The old principal was sitting in his office chair with a few letters at his side.

"It's you?" Dumbledore said in surprise, "What's the matter so early?"

"Professor, we got Slughorn's memories," Harry said immediately, pulling out two small glass bottles and showing them to Dumbledore.

The headmaster was stunned for a moment when he saw the small glass bottle that Harry took out, and then a smile broke out on his face.

The headmaster was stunned for a moment when he saw the small glass bottle that Harry took out, and then a smile broke out on his face.

"This is exciting news! It's awesome! I know you can do it!"

He obviously stayed up all night, which could be seen from his poor complexion.

Dumbledore hurried out from behind the table, took Slughorn's memory, strode to the cabinet where the Pensieve was placed, picked up the stone basin, Dumbledore placed the stone basin on the table and poured the contents of the bottle into it.

"Now, we are going to see the truth of that history. Although we have made speculations, this needs to be confirmed." As he spoke, he motioned for the three little wizards to enter the Pensieve together.

Several people fell in the darkness and returned to Slughorn's office many years ago.

This memory was exactly the one when Voldemort, still a student, asked Slughorn about the splitting of the Horcruxes.

To be honest, Senior Tom had already created two Horcruxes at that time, one was the diary he made in the fifth grade, and the other was the Gaunt Ring that killed his father's entire family during the summer vacation in the sixth grade.

At this time, Voldemort had already mastered how to split the soul and how to create the Horcrux spell. He asked Slughorn for advice just to determine the number of times the soul could be split.

He wanted to split his soul six times and create seven Horcruxes.

Because seven is a magical number in the wizarding world, and this is what Voldemort wants to do.

Before this, Dumbledore, Harry, and Hermione all knew the number of Voldemort's Horcruxes. Owen had guessed it and told them in their second and third years.

But speculation is just speculation, and what Dumbledore wants is to know for sure whether it is really seven.

When it comes to Horcruxes, any caution is justified.

"Here we are, Hermione, Owen, Harry!" Dumbledore whispered, "Let's go..."

The young wizard fell back to the floor of the office. Before Dumbledore could speak, Harry said, "Professor, Voldemort made seven Horcruxes. It is seven, exactly as we guessed before!"

"Yes, I had initially guessed this number, as Riddle said, seven is the most magical number. In fact, I have been waiting for this evidence for a long time." Dumbledore said, "It confirms the speculation..."

"We've destroyed several already," said Harry. "Riddle's diary, Slytherin's locket."

"And the Hufflepuff cup," Hermione suggested. "And maybe the Ravenclaw diadem, too. You found it in your second year, didn't you?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded. "You remember, Hermione. Tom was always fascinated by these famous ancient relics. Among the four founders, only the Sword of Gryffindor survived."

"So I think I've destroyed five!" said Harry.

"No, four!" Hermione corrected.

Harry still didn't know about the diary.

"That makes five." Owen stared at Hermione and said with a half-smile, "I can't possibly not have a backup plan."

"Really?" Hermione looked at him in confusion.

"That's great. There are only two left. Our victory is in sight." Harry said with a sense of relief.

"As for the sixth one, I already have a clue. I should be able to get it in a while." Dumbledore suddenly said, "But the last one..."

His eyes quickly scanned Harry's face.

Just as Owen had worried before, Voldemort's body was destroyed again, and his new body no longer had Harry's blood. No one knew whether the magic of love still existed in his body.

Dumbledore didn't know whether Harry could survive.

As he spoke, the old headmaster suddenly changed the subject and said, "Regarding the Horcrux, our countermeasures are clear. Now, let's take a look at the second memory."

As he spoke, he channeled the memory of the second glass bottle into the Pensieve, and then the young wizards sank into darkness again.

A small villa appeared in the darkness.

The exterior is in medieval English style, with stone walls covered with moss and vines, doors and windows carved with exquisite patterns, and every stroke is full of artistic sense. The door is inlaid with an ancient copper door knocker, on which is engraved a phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly.

Slughorn appeared in the center of the picture. He walked into the house from outside and walked without stopping to a room on the third floor.

Unlike the first memory, this one is obviously closer to the present.

Because Slughorn at this time was at least 80% similar to what he is now.

Owen speculated that this memory should be no more than twenty years old.

"Ding-Dong——" Shortly after he walked into the room, the doorbell rang almost as soon as he entered.

Slughorn hurried back into the living room and opened the door.

"professor."

A person appeared outside the door, surprising everyone.

The man had a delicate and handsome face, beautiful black hair, and a pair of striking gray eyes.

The moment Harry saw him, he couldn't help but shout, "Is it Sirius?"

"No—" Dumbledore shook his head, "It's his brother."

"Regulus Black." Owen said calmly. He had previously guessed that Regulus' death might be related to Slughorn. Now it seems that there is indeed a connection.

<divclass="contentadv">"Hello." Regulus in the memory asked anxiously, "How is your research going?"

"Oh! Regulus." Slughorn said happily at the door, "It will take some time, but there are finally some signs of progress."

He then invited Regulus into his room and headed to the third floor.

"To be honest I don't know much about ancient runes."

This was clearly Slughorn's laboratory.

Except for the windows, the rest of the walls were lined with cabinets filled with all kinds of magical materials. It looked a bit scary at first glance.

It's like some mad scientist's laboratory.

"So, Professor, you have no way to make it?"

Regulus looked at Slughorn regretfully, his eyes falling on the table behind him.

"No——" Slughorn smiled, turned around and took something out of the drawer under the table behind him.

It was like a locket.

Very similar in general to Slytherin's locket.

The surface is engraved with runes and a blue crystal is inlaid on the top.

Owen, Hermione, and Harry recognized the thing almost immediately. It was Regulus's remains before his death. They had seen it in the Tower of Divine Providence connected to the cave.

"It's difficult, but—"

"Professor, you are amazing." Regulus showed his delight and took the strange thing.

"I don't know what you are going to do, but some of the things recorded on this slate are very dangerous. They may have been left behind by ancient dark wizards. You must be careful." Slughorn said as he stroked a black slate on the table beside him.

Regulus's attention was focused on it just now.

"Professor, what exactly is written here?" Regulus asked.

"Yes - it's a map, and a method for making a treasure key. As for the rest, it will take me some time to fully understand it."

"The one in my hand"

"Yes, it's called 'Roadstone', and it will lead you to the exact location of the 'treasure'. Judging from the stone slab, it's probably in Canada."

"Thank you, Professor." Regulus said, "Then I plan to go look for this 'treasure' during the summer vacation."

"Wait - Regulus." Slughorn's face became a little more serious. "The group of people with this stone wall are very strange. They don't completely trust you. What if they tempt you into some dangerous place? And -"

"and?"

"I suspect he may be connected to--" said Slughorn gruffly. "Maybe he may be connected to the Saints. In case you haven't noticed--I see the mark of Grindelwald on both of them."

"Saints? Isn't that a fictional organization in The Quibbler?" Regulus asked doubtfully.