Hogwarts's Master of Mind

After Horace extracted his memories, he fell asleep just like Hagrid.

Harry held the memory close to his chest like a treasure.

"Let's go find Professor Dumbledore. He has been waiting in the headmaster's office for a long time." Aiden smiled at Harry.

He seemed very pleased with the student's achievements.

Aiden took Harry with him, and the patrolling professors and ghosts could not see them along the way.

Harry followed Aiden with a heavy heart.

"Ask!" The seer can use his ability to see through his doubts without looking back.

"Aiden, there seems to be something wrong with my magic power recently."

Harry held out his hand; the power of the Felicity had not yet worn off, so he was able to draw on that strength.

A strand of golden thread floated from his hand. This was how he had influenced Horace just now.

"This is the magic of love." Aiden turned and stopped, and Harry bumped into him and fell to the ground.

"It comes from wizards... the product of the combination of the purest spiritual power of mankind and magic."

Aiden spread out his hands, and there were also a few silver threads hanging from his palms.

Harry was keenly aware that the emotions carried on it were different from his own.

"The power you used last time with Draco in the bathroom allowed you to instantly master the power of invisibility and prevented Draco's wound from healing. This is the power."

Aiden waved his hand, and the surroundings were wrapped in gray mist, and the picture appeared on the mist.

The scene above was the bathroom showdown, and at the same time Harry saw his body become transparent.

A red aura wrapped around his heart and was transmitted into his own magic power.

“The first time you used this power it was more driven by anger.

But now, I hope you can remember one thing!" Aiden looked solemn.

Harry swallowed, feeling the emotion.

"The magic of love should not be driven by anger. To maximize its power, you need to explore your heart.

True love is hidden in every ordinary moment. This sincere emotion belonging to human beings will become your best weapon against the deep world. "

As Aiden finished speaking, the thick fog around them dissipated and Harry found himself at the door of the principal's office.

"Good evening, Harry."

In the office, Dumbledore was drinking late at night as usual.

"Professor, I got Professor Slughorn's last memory!" Harry raised the test tube in his hand.

After hearing this, Dumbledore's previous drunkenness was gone.

He waved his wand and the Pensieve flew out of the cupboard. Dumbledore took the memory and poured it into it.

Black ink quickly constructed Slughorn's office in front of the two of them.

The young boy was sitting in a chair eating the pineapple candied fruit that Tom had brought him, with six Slytherin boys sitting around him.

Tom twirled the black resurrection stone ring in his hand.

Several people were talking about Mellors' retirement.

"I believe you can be Minister for Magic in twenty years, perhaps as little as fifteen.

As long as you can keep sending me candied pineapple in the meantime, I have strong connections in the ministry."

Horace joked with Tom, and Tom and several other students joined in the laughter.

"The Ministry of Magic is not for me, sir," said Tom, as his laughter ceased. "I do not have a strong background."

"No, no, no, Tom. Your ancestors must be a very powerful wizard family. It's just that they fell into poverty. Besides, you still have me and us."

Horace smiled and looked at the Slytherin students around him, who showed expressions of approval.

Similar to the previous memory, Tom asks Horace about the Horcruxes.

Horace's face froze for a moment. "Is it mentioned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? ... Professor, how could you talk about this in class?"

Horace excused himself for his favorite student, but Tom was not satisfied with such perfunctory response.

"No, sir, I learned it from a book."

"But you obviously do understand, don't you, sir.

I mean, a wizard like you - I'm sorry,

I mean maybe you can't tell me, I can see that - I just know if someone could tell me,

That's you - so I want to ask -"

Tom's rhetoric was obviously better than Harry's. How could he hide his desire from the old Slytherin teacher?

Unfortunately, Horace was blinded by his own love, and the old snake willingly stepped into the trap of the younger snake.

"A Horcrux is magic that tears your soul apart and hides part of it inside an object outside your body.

So when your body dies, you can still survive in this world because part of your soul will not be destroyed.

Of course, no one would like to exist in that form... I mean, very few people would rather die than live like that."

Horace made a joke, and in his heart he still thought that Tom was just curious about the knowledge in the book.

Tom's handsome young face was filled with hunger and greed, and his desire could not be concealed and he kept asking how to split his soul.

Slughorn couldn't resist Tom's questioning and said, "With another spell as a prerequisite, you know, Avada!

A spell created to kill souls would also tear apart one's own soul due to the interaction of magic power.

Wizards who want to create Horcruxes use this method to fission and seal the split souls in objects. "

Horace's face was full of resistance.

"So how do you attach the soul to an object?" Tom asked again.

This time Horace was on the alert, and he refused to tell Tom the answer to the question.

Tom was so worried that he could only keep comforting Horace.

Finally, Tom asked the question he wanted most, "I don't understand Professor, just out of curiosity,

What I want to ask is, is a Horcrux very useful?

Can the soul only split once? Wouldn’t it be better if it split a few more times, so that it can make people stronger?

Like, well, seven is a magic number, I guess — seven?"

As Tom said this, the fingers of his left hand kept stroking the resurrection stone on the ring on his right hand.

"Merlin's beard!" Horace screamed, "Killing one person with the Killing Curse is evil enough, but killing six more? Splitting the soul seven times..."

"Of course." Horace lowered his voice. "We are just discussing, academic discussion, right..."

Horace has begun to re-examine his favorite student, and some of his characteristics are slowly being exposed.

"Of course, Professor, we are just having a normal discussion. Everyone hates evil black magic, so I will of course stay away from it."

Tom's comfort calmed Horace's mood a little. He excused Tom again. How could such a likable student...

"We had a pleasant conversation tonight, I think you will keep it a secret." Tom asked.

"Of course!" Horace nodded.

Then Tom excused himself and left the office.

Through the fading light, Harry could still see the ecstasy on Tom's face, which distorted his handsome face into a hideous look.