Latest website: Ethan waited quietly for Slughorn to express his emotions. After a while, Slughorn finally put down his hand covering his face.

His eyes were red, but his emotions finally calmed down.

"You can help Harry now, Professor Slughorn," Ethan said his true purpose.

"I know that the mysterious man asked you about the Horcrux. I need this memory. With it, I can defeat the mysterious man with confidence." Ethan said.

"Dumbledore called you one by one" Slughorn responded immediately.

There was a flash of anger in Slughorn's eyes, but he finally thought of something, and the anger gradually subsided in his eyes.

"But I--" Slughorn paled again.

"Are you afraid that You-Know-Who will find out that you helped Harry?" Ethan asked relentlessly.

Slughorn didn't speak, but looked terrified, and that's what he dreaded.

"You can stay at Hogwarts all the time. Hogwarts has sheltered Lucius Malfoy's family, and it can also shelter you," Ethan said.

Slughorn turned pale, but still said nothing.

"I hope you are as brave as Lily, Professor Slughorn," said Ethan.

Slughorn raised his fat hand and pressed his trembling fingers to his mouth, and for a moment he looked like a gigantic baby.

I feel disgraceful—" he murmured through his fingers, "I'm ashamed—ashamed of what that memory shows—I think I may have done a lot of harm that day—"

"You still have room for recovery. Although Lily is gone, you can still help her child." Ethan said.

Slughorn's eyes flickered, and he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, and finally Slughorn let out a long sigh.

Finally Slughorn put his hand into his pocket very slowly, drew his wand, and with the other hand took a small empty bottle out of the cloak.

He put the tip of his wand against his temple and pulled it away, a long silver thread of memory from the tip. It stretched longer and longer, and at last it broke, and a silver light shone on the tip of the staff.

Slughorn put it in the bottle, and the silver wire rolled up, then unfolded, swirling like gas. He cocked the bottle cap with trembling hands and handed it to Ethan across the table.

"That's it, please don't think too bad of me after seeing this-" Slughorn said, tears streaming down his fat cheeks into his walrus beard.

"Thank you, Professor Slughorn, I guarantee you made the right choice." Ethan said seriously.

Then Ethan stood up and left Slughorn's office, leaving Slughorn alone.

Ethan, who had Slughorn's memory, quickly arrived at the principal's office.

When Ethan arrived at the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore was fascinated by Mrs. Black's dark portrait.

Seeing Ethan coming in, Dumbledore turned around and gave Ethan a smile.

"What's the matter, Ethan?" Dumbledore asked Ethan in a soft voice.

"Memories of Slughorn" Ethan shook the small bottle full of silver thread at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and then he burst into a big smile.

"Thank you, Ethan, this has helped us a lot." Dumbledore said sincerely.

Dumbledore hurried towards Ethan, took the bottle of memories from Ethan, and strode to the cabinet with the Pensieve.

"Now" Dumbledore put the stone basin on the table and poured the contents of the bottle into it, "Finally, we can finally see the truth."

Dumbledore murmured.

Ethan leaned over the Pensieve and felt his feet off the ground, falling into the darkness, into Slughorn's office years ago.

The boys filed out of Slughorn's office, and young Slughorn got up from his chair and brought the empty glass to the table.

The movement behind him made him turn around, and Riddle was still standing there.

"Come on, Tom, you don't want to be caught out with lights out, you're a prefect--" Slughorn said kindly.

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask, boy, ask one by one"

Dumbledore and Ethan watched this scene attentively, and both knew that the most critical time was coming soon.

"Sir, I want to ask if you know about Horcruxes." Voldemort's fingers rubbed the black gemstone gold ring on his hand.

Slughorn glared at him, fat fingers caressing the cup foot absently.

"The subject of Defence Against the Dark Arts, isn't it?" said Slughorn, looking Voldemort in the eye.

"No, sir, I don't quite understand what I read in the book," said Voldemort.

"Well--yes--it's hard to find a book detailing Horcruxes at Hogwarts, Tom, it's a very evil thing, very evil," said Slughorn.

"But you obviously know, sir? I mean, wizards like you--I'm sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously I only know if anyone can, it's you, so I'm I want to ask a question”

It can be seen from this that Voldemort at this age is already very manipulative.

The right amount of hesitation, the casual tone, the subtly compliment, and the not-too-excessive compliment made Slughorn very useful.

"Hmm," said Slughorn, not looking at Riddle, but playing with the ribbon on the box of pineapple preserves, the corners of his mouth cocked slightly.

"Of course, it won't hurt to give you a brief introduction, just to give you an understanding of the term, a Horcrux is an object that holds part of a person's soul."

"But I don't quite understand what that is, sir," said Riddle.

Even though Voldemort concealed it very well, Ethan could still hear it, and Voldemort's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"That is, you split your soul," Slughorn said.

"Hide a part in something outside your body so that even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you can't die, because there is still a part of the soul left in the world, unharmed, but, of course, in this form exist one"

"I've been stripped of my flesh~lightnovelpub.net~ I'm worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering spirit—but I'm still alive."

"Few people think like that, Tom, less and less. It's happier to die."

But Voldemort's hunger was now evident, his expression greedy, unable to hide his desire.

Immortality and immortality have always been Voldemort's highest pursuit.

"How to split the soul?" Voldemort asked in a trembling voice.

Slughorn finally stopped to play with the ribbon in his hand. He put down the candied fruit box and looked straight at Voldemort.

"Oh," said Slughorn uneasily, "you must understand that the soul should remain intact. To split it is a transgression, it is against nature."

"But how?" Voldemort asked, chasing after him.

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