Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 364 Memory

"Horcrux?"

Slughorn was already very tired, but he still tried to open his eyelids and asked, "Where did you know about Horcruxes, Toby? This is not good, very bad."

"Sorry, I have to do this, Dean."

Toby's tone was like that of a child, and even Slughorn was gradually confused.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I hope that I can become a good enough Slytherin, but Slytherin will never refuse black magic. I don't want to disappoint you, Dean."

"You are absolutely wrong, Toby. No one has to learn black magic, let alone Horcruxes. This is not something you should be exposed to."

"Yeah?"

It seemed that the heat was almost over, and Toby asked abruptly: "How do you know about Horcruxes? Sorry, I'm not questioning you, but I didn't find too many related books in the school library. At most

It’s just mentioned once in a while.”

"I know, I know." Slughorn said understandingly: "Yes, it is indeed easy to arouse suspicion. But in earlier times, the collection of books in the library was much richer than it is now. Until Deng Xiaoping

Bumbledore changed after he became the headmaster - Speaking of Dumbledore, to be honest, even today I can't believe that he actually went back to be the Minister of Magic and succeeded so smoothly. Can you understand?

He is now the most powerful man I know."

"Yes, I understand very well, Dean." Toby said along the way, and then immediately brought the conversation back to the topic: "But is it just the library? You only learned about Horcruxes in the library? Before me

.Has anyone else asked you for advice on this part?”

Slughorn's eyes gradually became confused, and he didn't know if he had become sober. He stared at Toby unblinkingly, and the trembling of his beard stopped.

"I don't really remember."

He whispered, somewhat as if he was talking to himself: "You are right, how could I possibly know the specific method of making a Horcrux? My parents never wanted to teach me such dangerous black magic. It was my old friends who never taught me such a dangerous black magic."

Friends? No, they won't do that either. As I said, everyone is afraid of Horcruxes and won't mention it - ah, I remembered it."

Just when Toby thought that Slughorn's memory had been wiped out, he suddenly said: "It's the principal of Wagadu. His name seems to be Akinbad? He is a generous man. I have read his article in the magazine

I had published some articles on the Internet, so I wanted to follow Albus's example of writing letters to famous scholars, and he actually wrote me a reply. It was he who taught me how to make Horcruxes, and also gave me extra instructions.

I must never tell anyone else. But I let him down."

Toby already understood when he heard this.

Akinbad, also known as Halbo, started to implement his plan early. He bewitched the young Slughorn a long time ago, and even warned him superfluously not to tell anyone else anything related to Horcruxes.

content.

"I heard he left Wagato. Do you know him, Toby? Do you know where he is?"

"He retired and went on vacation. I probably won't be able to find him again."

"So that's it. I'm sleepy, Toby."

"Okay, Dean."

Toby made a move to leave, and Slughorn sat on the sofa and snored.

But just when Toby was about to open the door and leave, he recalled that Slughorn had not answered his question about whether anyone else had asked him about Horcruxes.

Although I already roughly know the answer,

"Dean?"

"Huh?" Slughorn was already so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes and could only make short sounds from his nose.

"You haven't answered my other question yet? Has anyone asked you about Horcruxes before me? You see, I happen to have a Horcrux in my hand. This may have some connection."

"That's why you're worrying too much, Toby."

Slughorn said half asleep.

"Lily is my favorite student. She won't do this. And she won't have a chance."

Toby's body froze, his hand motionless on the door handle, his eyes staring closely at the dean on the sofa through his curly hair.

"Who?" he asked softly, "Who are you talking about?"

But Slughorn was completely asleep and could no longer answer any of Toby's questions.

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Harry had a really hard time during this period. He was initially persuaded by James to become a spy, but how was this possible?

He had no choice but to answer some questions truthfully in front of Professor Heimer. Fortunately, the result was not as bad as he imagined, and James quickly wrote him a reply, telling him not to worry.

But if that's all, forget it, the new professor at Hogwarts actually wants him to become a contestant in the Triwizard Tournament!

This is even more fantasy, but Professor Moody behaves as if it is not difficult at all, and it is very simple for a non-compliant student to circumvent the restrictions.

This matter was also revealed by Harry, and what was even more unexpected was that Professor Heimer actually told him to agree to it.

What happened to Hogwarts?

Harry didn't understand.

And immediately, he became even more confused.

Not long after he agreed, Moody actually found him again and said that there was no such thing as a tournament and that Harry should take classes well and stop thinking about these things.

Well, things turned out to be back to where they started.

Of course Hermione didn't want Harry to be involved in such a lot of trouble, and only Ron would feel extremely sorry.

"Tell me, if we open a game like Bagman did and call all the students in the school to play two hands, how much gold will we make?"

Regarding this, Harry and Hermione commented that he was crazy poor and only wanted money, not his life. Once the school found out, he would definitely be expelled.

"That's better than living a poor life." Ron had gotten used to the attitude of these two people, and he replied very naturally: "Besides, it's okay for Harry to be a football star, but Hermione, you want to help the elf

Their wishes also require money - otherwise, how are you going to persuade them? Let those elves find a salaried job? This will not succeed, you are completely harming them."

"There's no need for you to talk." Hermione replied angrily.

Harry knew that Hermione had already met Dobby with the help of Professor Hemmer. Unfortunately, the result of this meeting was not very smooth, which made Hermione angry - she learned from Dobby's series of answers.

How difficult it is to help the elves - because they never feel that they need help.

"How can you possibly help a group of creatures who don't find it hard?" Hermione was still complaining to herself: "Why do they all think like this? Only Dobby -"

"The most abnormal thing." Ron responded: "Don't look at me like that, I'm telling the truth."

In order to avoid the two people continuing to quarrel, Harry hurriedly said: "Let's go quickly, otherwise we will miss the potions class. This is at least good news, right? Snape will no longer teach us.

.”

It can be seen that the mood of both people has improved a lot.

The Potions classroom was finally no longer the cold basement. They stopped in front of a door on the fourth floor and walked in cautiously.

"Harry, you're here."

Slughorn arrived here early. He looked very lethargic and seemed to have a cold.

But this did not disturb his style at all. He ignored the other two people and only greeted Harry.

"Come in, this class is very important, I hope you can perform well - just like your mother, she used to have excellent results in Potions class."

At this moment, Harry still didn't know what he was about to face.

After the class bell rang, Slughorn began an indirect self-introduction, and then finally explained: "I'm sorry, I don't want to come to class in this sickly body, but you should have seen this."

A few potions."

There were three crucibles placed opposite the podium. Harry had a hunch that this should be a pre-class test. The students were familiar with this, because Professor Hemmer often did it.

"I have prepared several potions to open your eyes. Of course, it's just out of interest. If you have the opportunity to choose to take advanced classes in the future, you should be able to make them yourself - OK, who is going to tell me now?

, what are these potions? Harry, do you know?"

Harry looked at Slughorn with a horrified look on his face. How good was his mother's performance in the past to make Slughorn have the illusion that he was equally good? The person who taught this course before was Slughorn.

Nap.

"It seems like you're not ready yet." Slughorn said with a smile, probably thinking that Harry was deliberately giving in. He pointed at another girl who raised her hand: "Your name is -

-Miss Granger? Please answer."

Hermione very smoothly named the three potions - Polyjuice Potion, Veritaserum, and the most magical Felixir - when she heard that it could bring good luck to people.

, everyone’s eyes lit up.

"That's great." Slughorn certainly didn't expect such an unexpected gain from Hermione: "Ten points from Gryffindor!"

"In addition, this will be the reward for this lesson." He said and winked at Harry, as if to say that this was completely given to Harry on purpose.

"A small bottle of elixir can bring twelve hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, no matter what you do, you will be blessed with good luck - but only if you don't use it during competitions."

"Okay, it's time to go to class. The content is very simple. Just make a cough suppressant according to the textbook content - after all, my cold is not completely cured yet."

Everyone is excited to win this prize, and they all know very clearly what the purpose of this small bottle of potion is - no matter how bad it is, it can help them escape the confinement of an ancient magic class.

Slughorn walked around the students, carefully observing the steps as they prepared the potion.

When he first came to Harry, he could still smile.

But it wasn't until the fifth time that Slughorn's smile completely disappeared.

"May I know your previous Potions results, Harry?"

".They are all qualified, professor."

Slughorn stared directly at Harry, acting as if he had seen something extraordinary, making Harry lower his head involuntarily with a guilty conscience.

"What a pity." He said regretfully, and then never looked at Harry's mud-like potion again - even Longbottom's looked more impressive than him.

After the bell rang, the final victory was undoubtedly snatched away by Hermione. The potion she prepared was the best. According to Slughorn's evaluation - it could be taken on the spot.

Before leaving the classroom, he looked back at Harry again, his eyes full of doubts.

Harry knew that he had completely messed up this lesson.

"It's no big deal."

Ron, who was confronting him, said with a smile: "We have always been at this level anyway, you should be lucky that you didn't get scolded. Hermione, can you let me see the Felixir again? How do you plan to use it?

?”

Hermione quickly put the small bottle of potion in her pocket, staring at Ron as if she was guarding against a thief.

"You don't need to worry about it." She said warily, "It won't be used to make money anyway."

Ron seemed to understand the meaning of Hermione's words, and he asked in disbelief: "Are you still thinking about using it to help elves? Are you crazy? This is a magical elixir!"

Hermione hummed and didn't answer. It was obvious that this was what she meant.

This time, Harry had no intention of intervening in the quarrel between the two. He was thinking of writing to James as soon as possible, asking how good his mother's grades in Potions were before Slughorn would treat him badly.

So disappointed.

Just as he was walking down the stairs to the auditorium, he suddenly saw people crowded at the door.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Harry squeezed in and asked.

"It's something related to the Triwizard Tournament." Fred and George were also here. He stood on tiptoe and read: "It says that representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at Hogwarts next week.

, I said, isn’t this a little too early?”

It's really early, it's just not long since school started.

"I guess it's because the principal has changed?" George's analysis was reasonable: "I hope there will be more customers by then. The richer the better."

"Have you chosen a store manager?" Harry asked curiously.

"It should be soon." Fred said with a smile: "Professor Slughorn told us that he is contacting the right people, and it will not take long to find the best store manager - by the way, Harry,

Do you think Krum will come to Hogwarts with you? I remember he seems to be an adult, right?"

A dull and burly figure immediately appeared in Harry's mind.

"Maybe, he didn't write a letter to tell me about it in advance."

"Wow, this is quite impressive - two major rivals are gathering at Hogwarts. Maybe we should call the others back as well, so as not to weaken our momentum."

"Stop it," Harry whispered. He noticed that many people were looking at him. At this moment, he just wanted to run away and didn't want to stay any longer.