Witcher at Hogwarts

Ethan waited quietly for Slughorn to express his emotions. After a while, Slughorn finally lowered his hand covering his face.

His eyes were red, but his mood finally calmed down.

"You can help Harry now, Professor Slughorn," Ethan said his true purpose.

"I know that the mysterious man asked you about the Horcrux. I need this memory. Only with it can I be sure to defeat the mysterious man." Ethan said.

"Dumbledore called you -" Slughorn reacted immediately.

A flash of anger flashed in Slughorn's eyes, but finally he thought of something, and the anger gradually subsided in his eyes.

"But I-" Slughorn's face turned pale again.

"Are you afraid that the mysterious person will find out that you helped Harry?" Ethan asked relentlessly.

Slughorn said nothing, but looked frightened. This was what he was afraid of.

"You can always stay at Hogwarts. Hogwarts has sheltered Lucius Malfoy's family, and it can also shelter you," Ethan said.

Slughorn looked pale, but still said nothing.

"I hope you can be as brave as Lily, Professor Slughorn," Ethan said.

Slughorn raised his fat hand and pressed his trembling fingers to his mouth. He looked for a moment like a gigantic baby.

"I feel shameful -" he murmured quietly from between his fingers. "I feel ashamed of - what that memory shows - I think I may have caused a lot of harm that day -"

"There is still room for improvement in your matter. Although Lily is gone, you can still help her children." Ethan said.

Slughorn's eyes flashed, and he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. Finally, Slughorn let out a long sigh.

Finally, Slughorn very slowly reached into his pocket, drew out his wand, and with his other hand took out a small, empty bottle from his cloak.

He pressed the tip of the wand to his temple and then took it away. The tip brought out a long silver thread of memory. It stretched longer and longer, and finally broke, with silver light floating on the tip of the staff.

Slughorn put it in the bottle. The silver wire curled up, then unrolled, swirling like gas. He closed the bottle cap with trembling hands and handed it to Ethan across the table.

"That's it, please don't think too badly of me after seeing this -" said Slughorn, tears streaming down his fat cheeks and into his walrus beard.

"Thank you, Professor Slughorn, I guarantee you made the right choice." Ethan said seriously.

Then Ethan stood up and left Slughorn's office, leaving Slughorn alone.

Ethan, who had obtained Slughorn's memory, quickly arrived at the principal's office.

When Ethan arrived at the principal's office, Dumbledore was looking at the dark portrait of Mrs. Black in trance.

Seeing Ethan come in, Dumbledore turned around and gave Ethan a smile.

"What's the matter, Ethan?" Dumbledore asked Ethan in a gentle voice.

"Slughorn's memory" Ethan shook the small bottle filled with silver thread at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then broke out into a big smile.

"Thank you, Ethan, this has been a great help to us." Dumbledore said sincerely.

Dumbledore hurriedly walked towards Ethan, took the bottle of memory from Ethan's hand, and strode to the cabinet with the pensieve.

"Now" Dumbledore put the stone basin on the table and poured the contents of the bottle into it, "finally, we can finally see the truth."

Dumbledore murmured.

Ethan leaned over the pensieve and felt his feet leave the ground, falling through the darkness into Slughorn's office all those years ago.

The boys filed out of Slughorn's office, and young Slughorn climbed out of his chair and carried his empty glass to the table.

The movement behind him made him turn around. Riddle was still standing there.

"Come on, Tom, you don't want to be caught out there during lights-out. You're a prefect," Slughorn said kindly.

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask quickly, child, ask one by one"

Dumbledore and Ethan watched this scene attentively, both knowing that the most critical moment would soon come.

"Sir, I would like to ask you if you know about Horcruxes." Voldemort's fingers polished the black sapphire gold ring on his hand.

Slughorn glared at him, stroking the stem of his glass absently with his fat fingers.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?" Slughorn said, looking into Voldemort's eyes.

"No, sir, I don't quite understand what I saw in the book." Voldemort said.

"Well - yes - it's hard to find a book at Hogwarts that details Horcruxes, Tom, they are very evil things, very evil," Slughorn said.

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

It can be seen from here that Voldemort at this age is already very good at manipulating people's hearts.

The right amount of hesitation, the casual tone, the clever compliment, and not being overly flattering at all made Slughorn very useful.

"Yeah," Slughorn said. He didn't look at Riddle, but played with the ribbon on the pineapple preserves box, but the corners of his mouth were already slightly raised.

"Of course, it won't hurt to give you a brief introduction. It's just to help you understand the term. Horcruxes are objects that contain part of a person's soul."

"But I don't quite understand what that means, sir," Riddle said.

Even though Voldemort concealed it very well, Ethan still heard it, and Voldemort's voice was slightly trembling with excitement.

"That is, you split your soul," said Slughorn.

"Hide part of it in some object outside the body so that even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you will not die because there is still a part of the soul left in the world, undamaged, but, of course, in this form Existence one by one"

"I have been stripped of my body, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering spirit - but I am still alive."

"Few people want that, Tom, very few. It would be easier to die."

But Voldemort's hunger was now obvious, his expression was greedy and he could no longer hide his desire.

Immortality and eternal life have always been Voldemort's highest pursuit.

"How to split the soul?" Voldemort asked with a trembling voice.

Slughorn finally stopped to play with the ribbon in his hand. He put down the box of preserves and looked straight at Voldemort.

"Well," said Slughorn uneasily, "you must understand that the soul is meant to remain intact. To split it is a violation and unnatural."

"But how to split it?" Voldemort asked relentlessly, chasing after him.