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At a square table in the middle of an empty classroom, Professor Slughorn crouched over the edge like a fat walrus. Harry, on the other hand, half-kneeled in front of him with his face upturned, staring firmly into Slughorn's teary eyes. This prevented the Potions Master from turning his face away.

"What you said makes sense. I really feel very, very sorry about your mother's death." He whispered, "If it can help you...of course it won't be a problem...but that thing is useless..."

Useful," said Harry clearly, "that memory of yours that Dumbledore needs to know, and I need to know. I thought it was the key, if not the only key, to my mother's revenge. "

Harry looked Slughorn straight in the eyes, and leaned forward slightly to get closer to him. "I am the savior, and I have to kill him. So, I need that memory."

Under Harry's gaze, the blood on Slughorn's face slowly faded, and now his face not only did not have the blush after drinking, but looked a little pale. Sweat also seeped from his broad forehead. "Are you the savior?"

"Of course I am, everyone here knows." Harry finished pointing to Ryan and Hermione. They nodded together as Slughorn's eyes looked over.

"But... dear boy... you're asking too much... In fact, you're asking me to help you destroy a powerful dark wizard that no one has ever destroyed—"

"No, it's not as terrible as you said." Harry softened his tone and comforted. "Don't you hate the one who took away your friends, your students. Even your normal life and made you have to hide everywhere?"

"Harry, of course I hate him. But—" At this point Slughorn's expression became horrified.

"I know what you are afraid of. You are afraid that he will find out that you helped Harry, but the problem now is that with the character of You-Know-Who, he may not ask you if you have revealed his secret. He will kill everyone People who he feels are not good for him." Hermione said in a voice without any ups and downs.

"But I'm his teacher, his dean—" Slughorn hadn't finished speaking before Ryan interrupted him. "He personally killed his father and grandparents, and indirectly killed his uncle."

After hearing this, Slughorn turned his head back and looked at Harry with hopeful eyes. "It's not true what they said, is it?"

"It's true what they say." Harry didn't give Slughorn the answer he expected to hear. "So the real way for you to keep yourself safe now is to face him bravely like my mother, to face this terrible situation."

Slughorn looked broken, in fact he had been in a state of extreme mental tension since Voldemort's resurrection. So after drinking a lot of wine today, Harry immediately lost his position when Harry suddenly exposed the bloody reality. He was shaking all over and sobbing continuously. It looks like a huge baby.

"I feel disgraced..." Slughorn covered his face with his hands before murmuring through his fingers, "I'm ashamed of—for what that memory shows...I think I might have It did a lot of harm..."

"It's okay, if you hand over the memory to me, everything will be canceled," Harry said, "This is a very brave and noble thing, which can help you get rid of your inner anxiety, and at the same time protect your safety to the greatest possible extent. So please tell that secret, it will be a very good thing for you and for us."

After that, Harry and Slughorn looked at each other for a while in the dim candlelight. Finally, Slughorn reached into his pocket very slowly and drew out his wand, and with the other hand he took out his cloak. A small empty bottle.

Still looking into Harry's eyes, he pressed the tip of his wand to his temple, and slowly raised it. A long silver thread of memory emerged from the tip of the staff.

It stretched longer and longer, and finally broke, with silver light floating on the tip of the staff. Slughorn put it in the bottle, and the silver thread coiled and then unrolled, swirling inside the bottle like a wisp of smoke. He corked the cap tightly with trembling hands and handed it to Harry across the table.

"Thank you very much, Professor." Harry thanked from the bottom of his heart after taking the bottle.

"You're a good boy," Slughorn said to Harry, tears running down his plump cheeks and into his walrus whiskers, "you have eyes like hers... see Don't think of me as a villain after this, and I wish you all the best..." After finishing speaking, Slughorn lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

"Well, I think I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore now, would you like to come with me?" Harry asked Ryan and Hermione after putting the bottle in his pocket.

"Of course I passed with you. After all, this memory has something to do with us. I think we should know about it." Ryan said, and then he asked a little worried. "If we press him so hard today, it won't make him angry and leave Hogwarts, right? Once he falls into the hands of the mysterious man, we will be in real trouble."

"No." Harry shook his head. "Felix told me that Professor Slughorn won't remember anything when he wakes up tomorrow morning."

"That's good, but what will Professor Slughorn do now? Are we throwing him here?" Hermione asked, looking at Slughorn who was lying on the table and snoring.

"It must not be thrown here, or he will be wrong tomorrow morning. Let me think about it—it is." After clapping his hands on his chest, Harry whispered to the open space beside him: "Dobby, do you?" Bi, I need your help right now."

Before he finished speaking, Dobby appeared in front of everyone after a soft snap. "Dobby heard Harry's call and was delighted to serve Harry."

"It's like this, Dobby." Harry looked at Dobby and said, "We just got together here with Professor Slughorn, and Professor Slughorn drank a little too much all of a sudden. Can you Get some helpers to help us get drunk Professor Slughorn back to his office, he's sure to catch a cold after sleeping here all night."

"Of course, of course it's all right," said Dobby in a high-pitched voice. "It is our duty to serve the professors and students of Hogwarts. Please rest assured that my companions and I will settle the professor well."

"Thank you then, Dobby." Harry said, looking at Ryan and Hermione. "Okay, now let's go to Mr. Principal, I have a hunch that he is waiting for us in the office now."

Just after the three of them stepped out of the classroom door, the curfew bell rang. They looked at each other and quickly ran upstairs. Fortunately, the journey went smoothly, and they didn't meet the professor or Filch who was watching the night. A few minutes later, they were outside the Headmaster's office, after Harry had said "Toffeefinger" to the stone monster at the door of Dumbledore's room. The monster jumped aside and let the three of them up the spiral staircase.

"Come in." After Harry knocked on the door, Dumbledore's voice came from inside.

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