Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 627 The Mystery of the Horcrux

One of them was Riddle, the handsomest-looking and most relaxed-looking one, with his right hand resting casually on the arm of the chair.

Riddle had a huge black gemstone ring on his finger at this time, which looked very luxurious. Obviously, by this time he had killed his father and put the blame on his uncle Morfin.

"This is Marvolo's family heirloom, isn't it?" George said in surprise, "Such a big black gemstone, even if Riddle were to sell it, he wouldn't be able to buy the edges of this ring. The entire Hogg Watts' teacher, don't you care at all?"

A poor student in an orphanage, wearing a luxurious black gemstone ring with such a big fanfare, it is still the heirloom of the Marvolo family.

Amazingly, none of the teachers at Hogwarts noticed. Especially Dumbledore has been investigating Riddle, what is he investigating?

Dumbledore looked a little embarrassed. He said embarrassedly, "The Marvolo family has been crazy for many years. They can't deal with other people at all. People in the wizarding world know very little about them. I also graduated from Voldemort. Only after that was the information found.”

"However, I really didn't notice that Riddle had this ring on his hand. At that time, I didn't pay much attention to it." Dumbledore was annoyed for a while, and it was another chance to find out the young Voldemort. , was missed by him.

He pointed at the middle-aged wizard and explained, "This is an old colleague of mine, Horace Slughorn."

At this time, Riddle began to speak, and Dumbledore immediately fell silent.

"Sir, is Professor Mellas retiring?" Riddle asked towards Slughorn.

"Tom, Tom, I know and can't tell you."

Slughorn shook a frosted finger at him reproachfully, but the effect was slightly undermined by a wink, "I have to say, I want to know where you got your news from. , boy. You know more than half the faculty."

Riddle smiled slightly, and the other boys laughed too, casting admiring glances at him.

"You ghost, you can know things you shouldn't know, and you will be careful to please the important people. By the way, thank you for the pineapple compote. You guessed it, this is my favorite." Shili Hongzhuang

Several boys snickered.

"I'm sure you'll be Minister of Magic in twenty years. Maybe fifteen years, if you give me candied pineapples regularly. I have a hard relationship in the Ministry."

The other boys laughed again, and Tom Riddle grinned like a big man.

"I don't know if politics is right for me, sir," Tom Riddle said flatly after the laughter died down. "First of all, I have no background."

"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. "

The little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"God, it's time? Time to go, boys, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, hand in the papers tomorrow, or we'll be locked up. Same for you, Avery."

The boys filed out. 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."

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask, boy, ask..."

"Sir, I want to ask if you know, 'horcrux'."

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

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

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

George raised his eyebrows. At that time, Hogwarts was obviously more open than after, and it was easier for wizards to gain power. * The collection of books in the district can even be found in the manufacture of Horcruxes. Fortunately, now Hogwarts is his.

He glanced at Dumbledore, who was watching Riddle intently, and just hoped he wouldn't take anything of value from Hogwarts, after all, those were his collections now.

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

"But you obviously know, sir? I mean, a powerful wizard like you. I'm sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously, I only know if anyone can tell me, it's you, so I just wanted to ask."

"Well," said Slughorn, who didn't look at Riddle and played with the ribbon on the box of pineapple preserves, "of course it wouldn't hurt to give you a brief introduction, just to give you a sense of the term. Horcruxes are objects that hold part of a person's soul."

"But I don't quite understand what's going on, sir," said Riddle gently, with an unusual gleam in his eyes.

Seeing this, George couldn't help but have some evil thoughts in his heart, and he planned to put some interesting things in the * area in the future. If students like Voldemort appear in the future, they will definitely gain a lot from those interesting things.

"That is, you split your soul," said Slughorn flatly, "and hide part of it in something outside of your body. That way, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you can Can't die, because there is still a part of the soul left in the world, unharmed."

"But, of course, being in this form would be very painful, and life would be worse than death. Few people think that, Tom, less and less. It's better to die."

Obviously, Riddle ignored Professor Slughorn's warning, and his face was already showing a greedy expression. Now he can't completely hide his *.

"How to split the soul?"

"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 to split?"

"By wicked deeds, most wicked deeds, through murder. Killing splits the soul, and sorcerers who want to make Horcruxes use this destruction: to seal the splintered soul."

"Storage? But how?"

"There's a spell, don't ask me, I don't know!" Slughorn shook his head irritably. "Do I look like I've tried it? Do I look like a murderer?"

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