From Azkaban To Hogwarts

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William was startled by Dumbledore's news and forced himself to accept this fact, and then quickly analyzed - Dumbledore was not deceived again, right?

He tried his best not to look suspicious, but the thought couldn't get out of his mind no matter what.

It stands to reason that Dumbledore is the first white wizard, the headmaster of Hogwarts, and his strength and prestige are extremely high. William should not have such thoughts of disrespecting people, but last time Dumbledore was deceived by a Horcrux I almost got hit, and it's not over yet...

He didn't despise the Headmaster, but just wondered, is there a possibility that Professor Slughorn actually found out about his plan, and then tricked Dumbledore out of it?

Trying not to let Dumbledore see his guess, William quickly calculated whether there was anything wrong with his deception.

He has to admit that it is indeed a bit rough - but such a big posture, with such a high investment, can completely make up for those problems! Three genuine founder props, a ruined fake prop endorsed by Dumbledore, the first Auror did it himself, the first white wizard fled far away, let alone Azkaban, the entire British magic world has not changed. Gauguin's ruthless scam.

After thinking for a while and thinking of any flaws, William finally decided to talk frankly with Dumbledore about this issue.

"Do you think he saw through something and used magical techniques to modify the memory?"

After hearing William's statement, Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and then a thoughtful expression appeared on his face, but it didn't take long before he answered with an extremely firm affirmation.

"Slight modifications may work, but I can't see the full range of changes - Professor Slughorn can't do such complex memory magic because I can't do it."

…

William found for a while that he couldn't think of other words except agreeing.

'Obviously, it could be a little more frightening, but simply frightened, Professor Slughorn handed over the memory - that was my previous error in his judgment? ’

William had some self-doubt—Dumbledore spent more than a semester failing to get Professor Slughorn, even admitting to having obtained a false memory from him, and saying that Harry might have to come.

Wait!

He finally found the problem.

It was Dumbledore who said that, he talked to Professor Slughorn many times, and then he failed to get Slughorn's memory, which made William think that the professor was a hidden and somewhat protective Death Eater tendency. People who do not support the Death Eater movement.

Theoretically, it looks like this—the first white wizard has persuaded him many times, but he still refuses to give up the dark and turn to the bright, and he is not a stubborn potential Death Eater?

But, is Dumbledore really good at persuasion?

William turned his head away a little, not letting his distrustful eyes fall on Dumbledore - thinking about it carefully, Dumbledore seems to be good at brushing his face in persuasion, rather than having any special experience.

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Having said that, it is indeed the case - there are precedences in hearing the Tao, and there are specialties in the arts. Just because Dumbledore is the first white wizard, he cannot be said to be the first in everything. To put it simply, as far as William is familiar with or knows a few unfamiliar trades, is smuggling Dumbledore good at it? Is defrauding Dumbledore good at? Is Dumbledore good at drilling the Gringotts hole?

'I've wronged you, Professor Slughorn...'

William murmured silently in his heart - from the memory he handed over so quickly, it is clear that the professor did not support the actions of the Death Eaters. William feels that he is easy to offend two people...

"It would be great to have the memory, principal, can I look at that memory?"

"Of course, that's what I meant."

Dumbledore was obviously unaware of the complicated drama in William's heart. He waved his wand, and after a red light flickered, Fox appeared in William's office with his claws grasping the Pensieve.

‘Like this? ’

William glanced at Fox and recalled it again—very good, I understand it, but I can't learn it.

"Then let's look at this much-needed memory—I think you'll be surprised, Professor William."

'No, I'm surprised enough...'

William thought to himself, then sank with Dumbledore into Slughorn's memory.

—

'This is the office? ’

William looked at it a little and recognized it immediately—the style of Professor Slughorn's office had not changed in all these years.

But this should be Snape's office now. William looked at the location of the dark room without a trace. If nothing else, the private accounts of Slytherin Academy were kept there.

He soon spotted Slughorn, with thick lustrous straw-colored hair and a **** moustache, sitting in a comfortable winged armchair, feet resting on large velvet cushions.

The professor was clearly in a good mood—a small glass of wine in one hand, a box of pineapple preserves in the other, and seven teenage students around him.

'That should be Voldemort. ’

After a little identification, William identified the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Tom. He noticed that the ring that almost confused Dumbledore was now quietly on the Dark Lord's finger.

'He's handsome, looks clean... looks like a leader...'

"Sir, is Professor Melles retiring?"

As William looked at him, Voldemort respectfully asked Slughorn.

"Tom, Tom, I know and can't tell you," Slughorn waved a frosted finger at him reproachfully, but winked again. "I have to say, I want to know where you got your news, boy. You know more than half the faculty."

'Punishment...'

William almost couldn't help giving Slughorn a thumbs up—the professor was really well-informed back then.

But obviously, his rants didn't affect Slughorn's performance at all.

"You ghost, you can know things you shouldn't know, and you will be careful to please important people-by the way, thank you for your pineapple, you guessed it, this is my favorite-"

Slughorn said confidently, "—I'm sure you're going to be Minister of Magic in twenty years. Maybe fifteen years, if you give me candied pineapples regularly. I have a tough guy in the ministry. relation."

This is a big word, but William believes it, and he glanced at Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye, confirming his previous guess...

But this was not discovered by Dumbledore - obviously, Dumbledore's attention was all on the boy named Tom over there.

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"I don't know if politics is right for me, sir," said Tom Riddle, watched by both William and Dumbledore, amid the friendly laughter of a group of students who looked like followers. "First of all I have no background."

'You can pull it down...'

William couldn't help but roll his eyes - according to his investigation, the student Voldemort spared no effort to promote his bloodline from Slytherin himself, and the first generation of Death Eaters were his followers.

"What," said Slughorn brightly, "it's all too clear that talent like yours must come from a respectable wizarding family. You have a great future, Tom, and I've never missed a student. "

Slughorn said another piece of nonsense—everyone in Slytherin believed it, but the rest of the House didn't.

This is very worrying, but neither William nor Dumbledore have the intention of fast-forwarding - especially William, there are too few ways to find out what the Dark Lord looked like as a student, and Professor Slughorn would definitely not want to. , he even went through all the memories of the Dark Lord in Professor Slughorn's mind without interruption.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before the main event came.

When the time reached eleven o'clock, the group of Slytherins who surrounded the Dean's office finally left one by one, only the Dark Lord himself was slightly behind.

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

As soon as these words came out, William and Dumbledore's eyes widened at the same time.

At this moment, Voldemort was even a little humble, "Sir, I want to ask you if you know... Horcrux."

The topic clearly frightened Slughorn, he even glared at the Dark Lord, and his fingers began to move subconsciously.

'This is... thinking? ’

William watched carefully—Slughorn obviously knew about Horcruxes, otherwise he wouldn't think, but he knew how horrible it was, so he thought too.

Professors are reluctant to show their ignorance in front of their students, and they always have an inexplicable idol baggage when facing their students—obviously, Slughorn's is more serious.

"The subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts, isn't it?"

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

The Dark Lord's eyes glowed strangely—as far as William knew, all the books that mentioned Horcruxes were in the forbidden area.

"Well...yeah...it's hard to find a book detailing Horcruxes at Hogwarts, Tom. It's a very evil thing, very evil." Slughorn sighed—in a tone of voice, William knew he was ready to show off his knowledge reserve.

"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 just I want to ask-"

…

The Dark Lord's answer stunned William - since he left Azkaban, he hadn't heard such a pure deceit!

If Dumbledore had the Dark Lord's four-point level here, William believed that he could easily get the information he needed from Slughorn, rather than having to go through the troubles as he is now.

"Well," said Slughorn, who didn't look at Riddle, and obviously knew he shouldn't have said so much, but couldn't get it right, "of course, it wouldn't hurt to give you a brief introduction, just to make you understand. Get this term. Horcruxes are objects that hold part of a person's soul."

"But I don't quite understand how that is, sir."

The Dark Lord asked with typical words that could get him a place in Azkaban.

"That is, you split your soul," Slughorn says more and more outrageously—not something a professor should teach his students, "to hide a part in something outside the body. In this way, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you cannot die, because there is still a part of the soul left in the world, unharmed. But, of course, in this form..."

Apparently aware of his blunder, he said remedially, "...few people think like that, Tom, less and less. It's happier to die. "

But such remedies were of no avail—the snake had already set its sights on its prey.

The Dark Lord had obviously worked **** it, he just needed a professor to point out the key points he didn't understand, and Slughorn obviously had this ability, and the relationship was at this level.

He couldn't wait to ask—it was obvious that Slughorn had some regrets.

But it's too late, too late.

"It's normal to be a little curious about these things...talented wizards are always drawn to the magical side..."

He quietly tried to defend the Dark Lord, like someone who found out that he had done something wrong and couldn't get it back.

"Yes, sir," said Riddle, "but what I don't understand is--just out of curiosity, what I'm asking is, is a Horcrux useful? Can a soul only be split once? A few more pieces? Better, makes you stronger? For example, isn't seven the most magical number? Seven—?"

When this sentence appeared, William and Dumbledore widened their eyes at the same time and looked at each other.

Seven slices!

And it is exact knowledge, seven pieces of soul!

If the conversation hadn't continued, William would have wanted to cheer.

"My goodness, Tom!" cried Slughorn. "Seven! Isn't it evil enough to want to kill a man? Anyway... it's evil enough to split a soul... into seven pieces..."

Of course," he whispered, "we're talking about hypotheses, aren't they? Just academic..."

Professor Slughorn began to make amends, but to no avail.

But his memory helps a lot now - Seven!

William patiently read the last point, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com's tone was much more relaxed, "Only the last one left, Principal."

"If he splits into seven souls, then six Horcruxes are made. At present, we have identified five Horcruxes except Harry, and the last one is missing."

"You still insist that Harry was an accident?"

"Yes, it makes no sense to suddenly use people to make Horcruxes, and I don't believe that a Dark Lord who is not in full health can make Horcruxes."

"Then where do you think it is?"

"Where do you think the safest place to hide things is in the whole of Hogwarts?"

William looked at Dumbledore and took the initiative to reveal the answer, "Let you carry this thing with you."

"So I guess, the last Horcrux must be very close to him, very close...maybe even close to him. Of course, we need to investigate again where the Death Eaters may be hiding things and where he liked to do the last. Assure."