Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 364 Memory
"The Horcrux?"

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

"Sorry, I have to do the same, Dean."

Toby's tone was the same as when he was a child, and even Slughorn was gradually fascinated.

"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're so wrong, Toby, no one has to learn black magic, let alone Horcruxes. It's not something you should touch"

"is it?"

It seems that the fire is almost ready, Toby asked abruptly: "How do you know about Horcruxes? Sorry, I am not questioning you, but I didn't find too many related books in the school library, at most It’s just an occasional mention.”

"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 Bliddore didn't change until he became Headmaster—speaking of Dumbledore, honestly, even today I can't believe he went back to be Minister of Magic and succeeded so smoothly. Do you understand? He's now the most powerful person I know."

"Yes, I understand very well, Dean." Toby said along the way, and then immediately brought the words back to the topic: "But is it just the library? You only knew about Horcruxes in the library? Before I .Has anyone else asked you about this part?"

Slughorn's gaze gradually became confused, and he didn't know if he had become sober. He stared at Toby without blinking, and the shaking of his beard stopped.

"I don't remember much."

He whispered, as if he was talking to himself: "You are right, how could I know the specific method of making Horcruxes? My parents never wanted to teach me such a dangerous black magic. Friends? No, they wouldn't do that either. As I said, Horcruxes are feared by all and won't be mentioned—ah, I remember."

Just when Toby thought that Slughorn had been erased, he suddenly said, "Is it the headmaster of Waggadu, whose name seems to be Akinbad? He is a generous man. I read him in a magazine." Some articles published on the Internet, so I wanted to learn how to write letters to famous scholars like Albus, but he actually wrote back to me. It was he who taught me how to make Horcruxes, and also asked me I must never tell anyone else. But I let him down."

Hearing this Toby already understood.

Aginbad, that is, Haierbo, started to implement his plan early. He bewitched the young Slughorn a long time ago, and even warned him not to tell others about the Horcrux. content.

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

"He's retired, gone on vacation, and I don't think we'll be able to find him again."

"That's why I'm sleepy, Toby"

"Okay, Dean."

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

But just as Toby was about to open the door to leave, he recalled that Slughorn hadn't answered his question about whether anyone else had asked him about Horcruxes.

Although the answer is already known, but
"Dean?"

"Huh?" Slughorn was already so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, so he could only make a short sound 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. Maybe it has something to do with it."

"That's why you worry too much, Toby."

said Slughorn half asleep.

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

Toby's body froze, his hand was motionless on the doorknob, and his gaze was fixed on the dean on the sofa through the curly hair.

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

But Slughorn had fallen asleep completely, and was unable to answer any of Toby's questions.
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Harry had a really hard time during this period. He was persuaded by James to become a spy at first, but how is this possible?
There was no way, he could only answer some questions truthfully in front of Professor Haimer, but fortunately the result was not as bad as he imagined, and James quickly wrote him a reply letter, telling him not to worry.

But if it's just these things, the new professor at Hogwarts actually wants him to be a player in the Triwizard Tournament!

This is even more of a fantasy, but Professor Moody acts as if it is not difficult at all, and it is very simple for a student who does not meet the regulations to bypass the restrictions.

This matter was also exposed by Harry, and what was even more unexpected was that Professor Highmore 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 the Tournament, and told Harry to study hard and stop thinking about it.

Well, as a result, things went back to the original starting point.

Hermione certainly didn't want Harry to be involved in such a lot of trouble, and it was only Ron who felt terribly sorry.

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

In this regard, Harry and Hermione commented that he was poor and crazy, he only wanted money, he didn't care about his life, and if he was found out by the school, he would definitely be expelled.

"That's better than living poorly." Ron was used to the attitude of these two people, and he replied very naturally: "Besides, it's okay for Harry to be a star, but Hermione, you want to help the elf Your wishes also need money—otherwise how are you going to persuade them? Get those elves to find a paid job? It's not going to work, you're totally hurting them."

"You don't need to talk too much." Hermione replied a little angrily.

Harry knew that Hermione had met Dobby with the help of Professor Highmore.It's a pity that 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 elves - because they never felt that they were need help.

"How could you possibly help a group of creatures who didn't find it hard?" Hermione was still complaining to herself, "Why do they all think like this, only Dobby—"

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

In order to prevent the two from continuing to quarrel, Harry hurriedly said: "Hurry up, we won't be able to catch up with Potions class if it's too late-at least this is good news, right, Snape is no longer teaching us .”

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

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

"Harry, here you come."

Slughorn was here early, looking very listless, and seemed to have a cold.

But this didn't disturb his style at all, he ignored the other two and only greeted Harry.

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

At this point Harry didn't know exactly what he was about to meet.

After the class bell rang, Slughorn began an indirect self-introduction, and finally explained: "Sorry, I don't want to use this sick body to attend class, but you should have seen this A few potions."

There were three cauldrons on the opposite side of the podium, and Harry had a hunch that this would be a small pre-class test, which the students were familiar with, because Professor Highmore often did it.

"I've prepared several medicines for you to open your eyes. Of course, it's just out of interest. When you have the opportunity to choose to improve the class in the future, you should be able to make it yourself--well, who is going to tell me now? , What are these potions? Harry, do you know?"

Harry looked at Slughorn in horror. How good his mother was before gave Slughorn the illusion that he was equally good—the person who taught this class before was Slughorn. Nepe.

"It seems that you are not ready yet." Slughorn said with a smile, probably thinking that Harry was condescending on purpose, and he ordered another girl who raised her hand high: "Your name is— —Miss Granger? Please answer."

Hermione spoke the names of these three potions very smoothly—they were Polyjuice Potion, Veritaserum, and the most amazing Felix Elixir—when she heard that it could bring people good luck, , everyone's eyes lit up.

"Not bad." Slughorn certainly didn't expect such a windfall from Hermione: "Ten points from Gryffindor!"

"Besides, this will be a reward for this lesson." He winked at Harry as he said, as if to say that this was all given to Harry on purpose.

"A vial of Felix Felicia brings good luck for twelve hours. From dawn to dusk, whatever you do, you will be blessed with good fortune—but only if you don't use it during a race."

"Okay, it's time for class, the content is very simple, just make a cough medicine according to the content of the textbook - after all, my cold is not completely cured yet."

Everyone was trying their best to win this prize, and they all knew exactly what this small bottle of potion was useful for—no matter how bad it was, it could help them escape the confinement of an ancient magic class.

Slughorn walked up and down the students, carefully observing their steps in preparing the potion.

When he first came to Harry, he still had a smile on his face.

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

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

"...all qualified, Professor."

Slughorn stared straight at Harry, acting as if he saw something terrible, which made Harry bow his head involuntarily.

"It's a pity." He said regretfully, and then never looked at Harry's muddy potion again - even Longbottom's looked better than his.

After the bell rang, the final victory was undoubtedly taken away by Hermione. Her potion was the best, according to Slughorn's evaluation-it could be taken on the spot.

Before leaving the classroom, he glanced back at Harry, still full of doubts in his eyes.

Harry knew he'd kind of screwed up the class completely.

"It's no big deal."

Ron, who opposed him, smiled and said: "Anyway, we have always been at this level. You should be glad you didn't get scolded. Hermione, can you show me Felicia again? How are you going to use it?" ?”

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

"You don't need to worry about it." She said vigilantly, "Anyway, it won't be used to make money."

Ron seemed to understand the meaning of Hermione's words, and he asked incredulously, "Don't you still want to use it to help elves? Are you crazy? This is a bliss potion!"

Hermione hummed and didn't answer, and it was obvious that that was what she meant.

This time, Harry was in no mood to get involved in the quarrel between the two of them. All he could think of was to write to James as soon as possible, asking how good his mother's Potions class was, so that Slughorn could tell him so disappointed.

Just as he was going down the stairs to the auditorium, he suddenly saw a crowd of people at the door.

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

"It's related to the Triwizard Tournament." Fred and George are also here, and he read on tiptoe, "It says that representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at Hogwarts next week. , I said, isn't this a bit too early?"

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

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

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

"It should be soon." Fred said with a smile: "Professor Slughorn told us that he is contacting the right person, and it is estimated that he will be able to find the best store manager in a short time-by the way, Harry, Do you think Krum will come to Hogwarts with him? I remember he seems to be an adult, right?"

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

"Probably, he didn't write to tell me about it in advance."

"Wow, this is something to watch - two major opponents are gathered at Hogwarts, maybe we should call the others back too, so we can't lose our momentum."

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

(End of this chapter)