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After Harry pushed open the door to the principal's office, Ryan looked around the office and found that everything was the same as before. The starry black night sky outside the window adds to the tranquility of the house.

Dumbledore is sitting behind his desk reviewing a lot of documents. Ryan feels that the headmaster is in good spirits now, but he looks a little tired. Think about it, Professor Dumbledore is now a hundred years old no matter how powerful he is. If there is no magic, it is a miracle that a person of this age can take care of himself.

Even if the lifespan of people in the magical world has been greatly increased, certain laws of nature cannot be defied. Under such a tense situation, as the greatest white wizard, there are too many things to deal with every day. As an old man over a hundred years old, it is normal for Dumbledore to look a little tired.

"Ah, so it's you!" Dumbledore raised his head, his eyes moved from the documents to Ryan and the others, "What's the matter for coming so late?"

"Sir - I got it, I got Slughorn's memory with the help of Ryan and the others." Harry took out the small glass bottle and showed it to Dumbledore. The headmaster froze for a moment, then a smile broke out on his face. "Harry, this is exciting news! That's fantastic! I know you can do it!"

After speaking, Dumbledore stood up, turned to the back of the seat, took out the Pensieve from the cabinet and put it on the table. Then poured all the memories in Harry's bottle into it. "Now, we're finally going to see..."

Then Dumbledore waved to the three men standing at the desk. "By the way, come and take a look, this is very important to all of us..."

Both Ryan and Hermione used the Pensieve for the first time. Fortunately, Harry had described to them how he used the Pensieve and how he felt when he used it, so Ryan took Hermione's hand and leaned forward together. Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the silver substance.

They felt as if they were floating up, just like the random space teleportation before, passing through the constantly rotating darkness and falling to a certain place. The only difference is that there is no feeling of being squeezed or even oppressed on the body. Suddenly, they found themselves in a room.

Soon, Dumbledore and Harry also appeared beside the two of them. They watched Slughorn in the room, much younger than he was now, with a mass of glossy grass-blond hair and a ginger moustache, sitting in a comfortable winged armchair with his feet resting on velvet big On the cushion, a small glass of wine is held in one hand, and the other hand is picking through a box of pineapple preserves. Six or seven teenage boys sat around Slughorn, including Voldemort, who was still called Tom at the time, and Lane recognized the golden ring with the resurrection stone on his finger.

It can be seen that Slughorn was very optimistic about Voldemort back then, because Ryan saw him swearing to Voldemort. "—I'm sure you'll be Minister for Magic in twenty years. Maybe fifteen, if you keep sending me pineapple preserves. I have strong connections at the Ministry."

"It's a disgusting reality." Ryan heard Hermione beside him mutter in a low voice. For a person with a little idealistic tendencies like her, seeing such naked transactions always makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

Also a little dissatisfied with the status quo is the young Voldemort, Tom Riddle, who was called Tom Riddle at the time, said when the laughter of the other boys died down. "I don't know if politics is for me, sir, I have no background in the first place."

The two boys next to each other looked at each other and smiled. Ryan felt that at this time Tom Riddle had spread the fact that his ancestor was Salazar Slytherin through some means, and no doubt the laughing boys knew that their leader had a prominent ancestor.

"What," said Slughorn brightly, for as a member of one of the 28 pure-blood families he could tell a student's ancestry from a person's habits.

And Tom Riddle, after knowing that he is a descendant of Slytherin, agrees with pure blood from the bottom of his heart, and the behavior of pure blood families learned from Slytherin classmates clearly makes Slughorn think he was born noble. "A talent like yours must come from a respectable wizarding family, that's all too clear. You have a bright future, Tom, and I've never missed a student."

Just then the little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven, and he began to drive the students away. "My God, is it time already? Time to go, boys, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, hand in your essay tomorrow, or you'll be in detention. And you too, Avery."

The boys started to file out of the office, and Slughorn stood up to pack, but there was some movement behind him. Turning around he saw Riddle was still standing there.

"Come on, Tom, you don't want to be caught outside after lights out, you're a prefect..."

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask, boy, ask..."

"Sir, I want to ask you if you know... Horcruxes."

After hearing this sentence, Ryan and the others cheered up at the same time. Because they knew that the piece of content they needed the most was about to appear, everyone adjusted their state and focused on listening to every word that followed.

Slughorn stared at young Voldemort, fat fingers caressing the cup's stem absently. "Defense Against the Dark Arts subject, is it?" But all four of them here could see that Slughorn knew it wasn't school work.

"No, sir, I read it in a book, and I don't quite understand it." Riddle vividly interpreted the image of a man who knew nothing about this evil magic item but was extremely eager to learn.

Slughorn was blinded by this illusion, he said to Riddle earnestly. "Well... yeah... it's hard to find a book detailing Horcruxes at Hogwarts, Tom. It's very evil stuff, very evil."

"But you obviously know, sir? I mean, a wizard like you—sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously—I just know if anyone can tell me it's you— So I wanted to ask-"

"It really can grasp people's hearts." Ryan sighed softly, Slughorn is a person who likes others to flatter himself, and this kind of casual compliment just scratched Slughorn's itch. From Riddle's well-timed question, Ryan could feel that he might have been planning this matter for a long time, and might even have spent several weeks practicing repeatedly in front of the mirror alone. It can also be seen from this aspect that this issue is very important to him.

"Well," said Slughorn, not looking at Riddle, but playing with the ribbon on the box of pineapple preserves that Riddle had given him, "of course it wouldn't hurt to give you a brief introduction." , just to give you a sense of the term. A Horcrux is an object that houses part of a person's soul."

But I don't quite understand what that is, sir. "Riddle said, but the four people who are looking at this memory now feel the inner excitement under Riddle's calm surface at the same time.

"That is, you split your soul," said Slughorn, "and hide a part in some object outside your body. That way, if your body is attacked or destroyed, you cannot die, For there's still a part of the soul left unharmed. But, of course, it's very bad to exist in this form, and very few people want it, Tom, very little. It's easier to die."

Professor Slughorn's admonition is absolutely heartfelt and very true. While traveling so many worlds, Ryan also asked countless great powers about various knowledge about practice. Each path of Da Neng practice is different, but without exception they all emphasize the importance of the integrity of the soul.

However, Voldemort at this time may not know this, or he may feel that he is the most special person and will not be affected by the negative effects of Horcruxes. So after hearing Slughorn talking about Horcruxes, he showed a greedy expression, and he couldn't hide his desire.

"People should be the masters of power, not be enslaved by power. At the same time, you must remain humble on the road of seeking power, and you must not think that you are the chosen one." Ryan whispered to himself in his heart, Voldemort this The lessons of the negative case are too profound, and he feels that he can learn a lot of experience and lessons from this matter.

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