Chapter 1,187

"That's really evil..." Fan Lin looked at Slughorn with piercing eyes, and once again had a very intuitive feeling about how favored the name Tom Riddle was in Hogwarts.

Maybe it was created by different times.

However, it is certain that Fan Lin will definitely be beaten to death if he dares to ask professors about such issues as how to make a Horcrux. It is a lesson learned from the past and a guide for others to follow. No matter what, this is not a topic that students should study, but It seemed that Slughorn had no intention of refusing at all.

"But you must know them completely, sir?" Tom Riddle looked very humble and reasonable. "I mean, there is no wizard like you... I'm sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously... …If anyone could tell me, it would be you…so I just thought I…”

He did a good job, Fanlin thought. His hesitation, orderly tone, and careful compliments were all well controlled.

He successfully controlled Slughorn's heart. He was humble and polite, and his words gave Slughorn a great sense of satisfaction.

Of course, this also varies from person to person.

Harry's decision would be completely different from Ron's decision.

One is flattered, the other is taken for granted.

Putting it in Tom's mouth, it obviously felt like the former.

Moreover, Tom has had too many experiences of getting words from different people, using different methods with different people.

It can be said that Riddle wanted to know this information very much; he may have planned for weeks for this moment.

Fan Lin would do the same. Of course, now Fan Lin prefers to be simple and crude. Since threats can solve the problem, there is no need for Fan Lin to waste his words.

What's more, Fan Lin can't find anyone who threatens him now.

The two sides have almost made their plans. Now it depends on whether Voldemort will attack first or Dumbledore will find a way to counterattack first.

"Well..." Slughorn hesitated. He did not look at Riddle, but fiddled with the ribbon on the top of the crystal pineapple box. "Well, I will tell you roughly, of course. Just to let you understand it. Soul. A fragment, as the name suggests, is a part of the soul, or to call it a Horcrux, a word that describes an item that can hide a part of the human soul.”

Horcrux?

Harry was certain in his heart. He had heard Fanlin mention it countless times, and now, Slughorn had proven it to him once again.

"But I don't understand, or rather, I don't understand how it works, sir..." Riddle said. He controlled his voice carefully, but Fan Lin could clearly feel his excitement.

"Well, specifically...you separate a part of your soul," Slughorn said, "and hide it in something other than your body. Then, even when your body is attacked or destroyed, you can Immortal, because part of your soul still exists intact, but, of course, in a form..."

Slughorn's face contorted, and Harry realized he remembered hearing these words two years ago,

"I was torn from my body. I was worse than a ghost, worse than the worst ghost... But, I survived."

That was probably Voldemort's state, an incomplete soul and a body rebuilt with magic.

It's hard to imagine what that state is like, or the word "human" seems inappropriate to describe it.

"Well," Slughorn said uncomfortably, "you must understand that the soul should be kept intact. Separating the soul is a crime and goes against nature."

"But how to do it?" Tom didn't care about Slughorn's reminder.

Fanlin saw Slughorn's body trembling a little. He seemed to be bewitched by Tom, the Imperius Curse or something, but Fanlin knew clearly that the fear in Slughorn's heart was amplified, and he simply couldn't Can't control own behavior.

This seems very strange for a professor who has been famous for a long time, but when it comes to Tom, it seems reasonable.

"Through a crime, the most evil crime - murder! Murder can tear apart the human soul. In order to create a Horcrux, a wizard will choose this kind of destruction. He will put his torn soul into a Get up..." Slughorn said tremblingly, his hand holding the wine glass no longer looking calm.

"Pretend? But how...?"

"By a spell, but I don't know what it is!" said Slughorn, shaking his head like an old elephant disturbed by a mosquito. "Do I look like I've tried...do I look like a murderer?"

"No, of course not, sir," Riddle said quickly. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to offend you..."

"It's okay, it's okay, no offense to me," Slughorn said rudely, "It's natural to be curious about these things. Great wizards are like this, and they maintain the sensitivity and exploration they should have for all unknown things..."

"Yes, of course, sir," Riddle said. "But I don't understand... Just out of curiosity... I mean, can a Horcrux be used many times? Can you only extract your soul once? In order to make yourself stronger, divide your soul into many pieces , wouldn’t that be better? I mean, for example, 7 is the most magical number, isn’t it?”

"Merlin's beard, Tom!" Slughorn shouted almost suffocatingly. "Seven! Isn't it bad enough to want to kill someone? And anyway... bad enough to split one's soul... But to tear it into seven pieces... I can't imagine how crazy that is... Slughorn looked very confused now: he was staring at Riddle as if he had never seen him clearly before, and Harry could tell that he regretted the conversation.

Visible to the naked eye, Slughorn's expression changed rapidly, as if he had done something wrong.

From the beginning he had been led by Tom.

Isn't it Slughorn's fault?

Fanlin didn't think so.

Many times, Slughorn lacked some of his own decisions. In short, Fanlin always felt that Slughorn was terrible. At least in terms of life, Fanlin didn't like many of Slughorn's ways.

"Of course," Slughorn murmured to himself, "What we are discussing are all hypotheses, aren't they? They are all theories... some academic discussions..."

"Yes, sir, of course, some academic discussions, sir!" Riddle immediately responded.

"Still, Tom... don't say to others what I just said... that is, what we discussed. People won't think we were just chatting about Horcruxes. It's banned at Hogwarts, you I know...Dumbledore is particularly angry about this..."

"Of course I won't say a word, sir," Tom affirmed, "This is just a private lesson and has nothing to do with any third party."

Slughorn seemed a little tired. He did something wrong, and in an instant, it seemed as if his body was drained.

His back was a little stooped, as if he could see Slughorn's tiredness. Tom respectfully wished Slughorn good night. Slughorn did not respond, but this did not affect Tom's mood.

Tom couldn't wait to leave, and Harry saw that his face was filled with wild joy, just like when he first learned that he was a wizard. That kind of joy did not make him more handsome, but for some reason, It makes him less human...

The distortion of human nature and the loss of morality?

Fan Lin feels that this sentence is particularly suitable for the current Tom Riddle.

It can be said that after a short conversation, Tom began his journey of making Horcruxes, and the first one was probably Gaunt's ring, the Resurrection Stone?

To murder Tom Riddle's family and frame the uncle who might have been his father?

Fanlin couldn't imagine what it felt like to have his soul split, but he had died once and faced the unknown world and the space of his soul.

Can it be clearly understood that splitting the soul in two, or more?

It feels like a complete split from your head down, not just physical pain, the tearing of the soul will make the impression even more profound.

It must be admitted that Voldemort had great perseverance, so he was able to become the Dark Lord and reach a peak that other wizards could not reach in their lifetime.

And those who can succeed are most likely a group of lunatics!

Like Merlin?

The one who communicates with other worlds is not just a lunatic from the demon plane, but also a variety of strange and alien spaces, relying on these to strengthen his own magic.

Or, Grindelwald?

Trying to master the most primitive power of wizards.

Obscurus?

This is probably a way for the most primitive wizards to show their power. It is more powerful and also more dangerous. The rage destroys the wizard's will... and Grindelwald attempts to control this wild power.

He is destined to fail.

Once the primitive is domesticated, it will surely perish within three generations.

The memory ends completely here.

Tom Riddle closed the door, and everything happened as usual, except that Slughorn seemed to need more wine to make himself forget such things.

"Thank you, Harry," Dumbledore said quietly. "Let's go..."

When Harry landed on the office floor, Dumbledore had already sat down behind his desk, and Fanlin sat quietly next to him. No one paid attention to Harry, who had just come back to his senses.

Without hesitation, Harry also sat down and waited for Dumbledore to speak.

"I have wanted this proof for a very long time," Dumbledore said at last. "It further proves my ideas. It tells me that I am right, and it also lets me know how far we have to go... …”

Harry suddenly noticed that every headmaster in the portrait on the wall was awake and listening to their conversation. A fat, red-nosed wizard actually had a hearing aid out.

"Well, Harry," said Dumbledore, "I'm sure you understand the significance of what we have just heard. At your age now, Tom Riddle is doing everything he can find, how Something to make himself immortal."

"He did it later, sir!" asked Harry. "He created the Horcruxes. That's why he didn't die when he attacked me. Did he hide a Horcrux somewhere? A little piece of his soul is safe?"

"A small piece...or more," said Dumbledore. "You heard what Voldemort said. He specifically wanted to know from Slughorn what would happen to a wizard if he created more than one Horcrux. He wanted to escape death, and to do this he kept murdering, Constantly tearing his soul apart so he could place his soul in many separate hidden Horcruxes. No book that I know of, I'm sure, ever had a wizard with the exception of Voldemort. Create more than two Horcruxes."

Dumbledore paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, then said, "Four years ago, I was given something that confirmed my belief that Voldemort had been separating his soul."

"Diary," Harry said. Fanlin told me that it was a Horcrux, but I didn't understand the use of a Horcrux at the time.

"Yes, it's that diary, Riddle's diary. It gave you instructions on how to reopen the secret chamber."

"I don't understand, sir!" said Harry.

"Well, although I didn't see Riddle come out of the diary, the phenomenon you described to me is something I have never seen with my own eyes. Just a memory can start to act and think for oneself? Just a memory can destroy that Taking the girl's life and making her fall into its hands? No, there is something more sinister in that diary...a fragment of a soul, I'm almost certain that the diary is a Horcrux. But a lot of questions arise. "What puzzles me the most is that the diary was used as a weapon."

"I still don't understand," Harry said.

"Okay, let's assume that the Horcrux has this function - in other words, these soul fragments can be kept safe in it, and can undoubtedly prevent the death of its owner, but it is certain that Voldemort really wants the diary to be read, and wants to A fragment of his soul inhabited or controlled the bodies of others, and so the Slytherin monster was unleashed."

"Yes, he didn't want his hard work to go to waste," Harry said. "He wanted people to know that he was the Heir of Slytherin because at that time he couldn't be trusted."

"Exactly," said Dumbledore. "But I don't know if you noticed, Harry, that if he intentionally passed the diary on to, or rather used, the later Hogwarts students, it makes no sense. It was part of Tom's life, and, I I believe we have confirmed this. The point of Horcruxes, as Professor Slughorn explained, is to keep a part of yourself hidden and safe, and not give it to anyone else or risk it. It will be destroyed. - Just like what happened: this soul fragment is no longer there, you have seen it. To the extent that Voldemort attaches great importance to Horcruxes, this careless thing has brought bad consequences to me. Premonition, it implies that he must have made or planned to make more Horcruxes, so throwing away his first one wouldn't hurt much, but I don't think there's any other possibility, you tell me. Two years ago, that night Voldemort returned to his body and made the brightest warning statement to the Death Eaters, 'I am further along the road to immortality than anyone else.' You told me he said, 'Further than anyone else.' At this point I thought I understood what it meant, although the Death Eaters hadn't thought of it. He had said something about his Horcruxes, Harry, that I didn't believe any other wizard could do. But it happened: Voldemort seems to have grown into a rare man over the years, and from the changes he has gone through, I can only explain that his soul has been damaged by that distant realm we call 'usual worst'..."

"So, he allowed himself to murder other people?" Harry said. "Why didn't he make the Philosopher's Stone, or steal one, if he loved immortality so much?" (To be continued)