Chapter 1527 Memory in Hand

Slughorn didn't answer, he seemed to be thinking, and seemed confused.

The effects of alcohol had worked on him, and Harry's mention of his mother four years ago had touched Slughorn's heartstrings again, and made him open up. Lily had been his favorite student, Slughorn En takes this kind of thing very seriously.

Undoubtedly, he was grieving, and was crying hard because of Harry's words.

Ivan never thought that a wizard like Slughorn who pays attention to enjoyment and benefits would cry, and even cried like this.

This sadness was really emotional, no less than Hagrid's nostalgia for Aragog.

Slughorn, this typical Slytherin wizard, an annoying guy, Ivan suddenly had a much better impression of him. People in Slytherin House tend to be more realistic, value power and power, and know exactly what they want.

For these interests, they tend to go further and further down the dark road, but this does not mean that they have no feelings.

They are an inseparable part of Hogwarts. Slytherin's will is a kind of Hogwarts will. A common noble purpose came together, gathered upon this land, and let their will be passed down in the wizarding world through Hogwarts.

In the end, their initial persistence and belief fundamentally changed the wizarding world, teaching students one after another.

As the Sorting Hat sang: Slytherin, Slytherin, here you will meet cunning and insidious people who will do everything possible, but you will also make the most sincere friends who will not easily open their hearts and express their feelings , but I will keep this feeling deeply in my heart.

Slughorn wept silently there, immersed in the nostalgia of the past, like a helpless old man.

"Professor, give me that memory," said Harry. "I have to kill him. I need that memory. Between me and Voldemort, only one can survive. There is no other choice. For myself, for My mother, I have to beat him too."

Slughorn's face grew even paler, almost bloodless.

"Between you and him... only one will survive?" he asked.

"Yes." Harry said calmly.

"I can prove that I saw that prophecy at the time." Ivan said, "Voldemort chose Harry, and he personally marked him as his enemy. When Harry was a baby, only one of them One can survive."

"My God, is this the content of that prophecy?"

"Yes, so we need the help of that memory, Professor, give it to us."

"But, but, dear children, you are asking too much... In fact, you are asking me to help destroy..."

"Horcruxes, yes, that's what we wish to destroy," Harry said quietly.

Slughorn shuddered at the word, and appeared even more frightened.

"Believe us, professor, Voldemort is not only scary about Horcruxes now, he also hopes to gain powerful power from ancient forbidden creatures, he hopes to become an existence as evil as them, at the price he may want the entire wizarding world Buried with him." Ai Wen said quickly, "We must stop him, destroying all Horcruxes is the first step, a necessary step."

Slughorn seemed petrified, his forehead covered with sweat, and he opened his mouth for a long time without saying anything.

"You should think about my mother, if not for anyone else," said Harry, and Felix told him what to say at this point, "Professor, don't you want to get rid of the wizard who killed Lily Evans?" , to avenge her?"

"God, Harry, Harry, I think, of course I want to..." Slughorn broke down directly, "I should stop him, I have an obligation to stop him, he was once my student, he became I have a lot of responsibility for becoming what I am today. I have confessed countless times in the night, if I had done more at the beginning, or if I hadn’t that day...wouldn’t things be like this today.”

"If you think you are responsible too, help us stop him, Professor."

"No, no, I, I don't... I can't, I..." Slughorn murmured.

"Are you afraid that he will find out that you helped us?"

Slughorn said nothing, but it was clear that this was what he dreaded.

"Hope you're as brave as my mother, Professor..." said Harry,

Slughorn raised his fat hand and pressed trembling fingers to his tear-soaked mouth.

"Okay." He looked like a huge baby for a moment, and he whispered through his fingers, "The memory you want, I have always been ashamed of what it showed, I feel disgraceful, I may have caused a lot of harm that day..."

"It's just the beginning of the danger, professor, don't forget what I just said." Ivan reminded, "To defeat Voldemort, destroying all Horcruxes is the first step. Your memory is especially important. If you feel Shame, that offsets everything by handing it to us, on the contrary, it is very brave and noble, and we will be proud of you."

Hagrid twitched in his sleep and continued to snore.

Slughorn, Ivan, and Harry looked at each other through the tearful candle, and the silence lasted for a long time.

He seemed to have calmed down, Ivan didn't speak again, and Felicia told Harry not to break the silence and wait a little longer.

Finally, very slowly, very slowly, Slughorn reached into his pocket, drew his wand, and with his other hand fumbled a small, empty bottle from under his cloak, and, still looking Harry in the eye, put his wand The tip was pressed against the temple, and then removed.

A long strand of silver-like memory emerged from the tip of the stick, which stretched longer and longer until it finally broke, with silver light floating on the tip of the stick.

Slughorn put it in the bottle, and the silver coiled and unrolled, swirling like gas.

He corked the cap tightly with trembling hands and handed it to Harry across the table, as if with all the strength in his body.

"Thank you very much, Professor."

"You're a good boy, Harry," said Slughorn, tears streaming down his plump cheeks and into his walrus whiskers again. "You have eyes like hers. think too badly of me..."

"I know, Professor!" said Harry softly.

"And you, Ivan, I always knew you were as brave as Harry, far braver than me, I never had the courage to fight him, I was afraid of death, power, that kind of evil, I chose But I don’t want the terrible things you said to happen, if this is the future I’m about to face, I will choose to join the fight, for, for…”

He didn't finish speaking in the end, because of the effect of alcohol, he put his head in his arms, sighed, and fell asleep!

In the hut, there was only a long silence and dim candlelight flickering.