Chapter 314

Time goes back to the day before.

Friday night, Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore was thinking about something in front of the Pensieve, and at this time a knock on the door sounded.

"Please come in."

As the voice fell, John pushed open the door of the Headmaster's office and walked in.

"Headmaster, are you looking for me?"

John, who was originally reading a book in the library with Hermione, suddenly received a letter from the Headmaster.

Asking him to come to the Headmaster's office now.

"Hmm, John, I heard you received Horace's invitation?"

"Yes, I just received it this morning." John nodded and said: "Hermione also received one; I just told her to go together tomorrow."

Dumbledore nodded upon hearing this.

"That's just right, it's time to show you another memory, about Voldemort and Horace."

Last time, John watched Voldemort's memory in the orphanage at Dumbledore's.

And learned about the past of the Gaunts and the Riddles at Dumbledore's.

While speaking, Dumbledore took out a memory bottle from a spire cabinet next to him that stored memory bottles.

Unlike the pure liquid silk threads in other memory bottles, the liquid in this memory bottle is obviously turbid and thick.

"You should still remember that I once said Voldemort was Horace's proud student back then, and a large part of Voldemort's understanding of Horcruxes should have come from Horace's mouth."

"What I am showing you now is exactly the memory of Horace and Voldemort discussing Horcruxes back then."

"This is the most important memory in our hands."

"Of course, you have also discovered that this memory is not pure, the reason is that it has been tampered with."

As he spoke, Dumbledore opened the memory bottle and poured it into the Pensieve.

As the liquid spread in the Pensieve, John looked at Dumbledore, and after he nodded, John then stuck his head into the Pensieve.

Although it was the second time sinking into past memories.

But this feeling was still uncomfortable; as consciousness sank, the surrounding scene began to blur like ink.

The scene in front of him was an office, to be precise, Professor Slughorn's office.

Compared to Professor Snape's workshop, this place was simply refreshing.

At least he wouldn't put those terrifying specimen jars all over the wall.

At this time, at the guest table in the office, young Professor Slughorn sat in the main seat, and below were five Slytherin students surrounding him.

One of them gave John a very familiar feeling, a bit like Tom during the orphanage period.

Ah, it should be him.

Over the past few years, Tom had become quite a bit more handsome.

And compared to the gloomy feeling of the orphanage period, now his first impression was elegant, noble, calm, and confident.

Completely like two different people from the current Dark Lord.

Professor Slughorn was chatting happily with several students.

It seems that since he was young, Professor Slughorn loved to engage in this kind of "elite small circle" tea party.

Their chat content was about some gossip in the school.

"Sir, is Professor Merrythought really going to retire?" Tom leaned forward slightly and asked in a curious tone.

"Oh Tom, even if I knew this, I couldn't tell you."

Slughorn said with slight reproach after hearing this question, but his tone of reproach wasn't heavy, and he even blinked at Tom.

"I am actually more curious now, where did your news come from; even the professors in the school don't know as much as you."

"Just intuition triggered by recent rumors."

Tom smiled slightly and said slowly.

"You are always quirky; by the way, thank you for the pineapples you brought; you guessed right, what I like most is pineapples."

Hearing this answer, it was obviously telling him tactfully that he had indeed guessed right.

It could be seen that Professor Slughorn was quite fond of young Tom.

At this time, the originally stable memory screen suddenly experienced a slight, imperceptible tremor, and then the clear screen was covered with a layer of white fog.

"You will make mistakes, Tom! You will not have a good end!"

At this time, Professor Slughorn, who was originally chatting happily with Tom, suddenly changed his face, pointed at Tom, and scolded him angrily.

Tom was like pressing a pause button, without any reaction.

Until Professor Slughorn finished scolding and the white fog dissipated.

The screen returned to normal, and then whether it was Tom or the other few Slytherin students, they seemed as if they hadn't heard Professor Slughorn's scolding just now.

They continued to chat with normal expressions, and Professor Slughorn was also in a normal state.

After glancing at the time, he smiled gently at the few people: "Oh, it's getting late, you should go back."

"Otherwise Professor Dippet will keep you for detention."

John looked at this scene and understood in his heart that this should be the tampered part.

In order to show that his relationship with Tom back then wasn't very good.

It's just that it was a bit too abrupt, Professor; you really should learn from Muggles how to edit transitions smoothly......

Of course, the memory wasn't just this.

After the other four Slytherin students left, Tom didn't leave.

He strolled leisurely in Professor Slughorn's office, looking at a snake-patterned hourglass, and tapped it lightly.

The hourglass glass made a pleasant humming sound — ding...

Professor Slughorn, who was pouring himself a glass of wine, then discovered that Tom hadn't left yet.

He smiled and asked strangely: "What's wrong, Tom? If you don't leave, curfew time will pass."

Tom smiled slightly, looking at Professor Slughorn like an obedient and sincere student.

"Actually, Professor, I have a question that has troubled me for a long time that I want to ask you."

"Other professors can't answer me; you know, they don't trust me like you do, they might misunderstand me."

Listening to Tom's upright and sincere tone, Professor Slughorn's vanity was instantly grasped accurately.

He didn't even put down his wine glass and said very enthusiastically: "Oh, ask, Tom."

"This question is actually something I accidentally saw in the Restricted Section, but the book didn't give me any answer..."

"That is, Professor, do you know about Horcruxes?"

Slughorn's hand shook violently; at this time, the white fog in the memory rose again.

"I don't know what you are talking about! I know nothing about Horcruxes! Even if I did! I would absolutely not tell you!"

Professor Slughorn, who was just full of enthusiastic smiles, changed his face immediately, cursed at Tom, and made a driving-away gesture.

The memory also came to an abrupt end, the scene in front of him returned to ink color, and John also withdrew from the Pensieve.

He changed his posture and looked up at Dumbledore.

"So, what we need is the part that was tampered with in the end?"

Dumbledore nodded and took back that memory in the Pensieve, while speaking slowly.

"Yes, John, knowledge of Horcruxes, even in the Restricted Section, is absolutely not allowed to appear."

"Young Tom could only obtain information from Horace."

"This is also the reason why Horace is evading."