Chapter 1147 (1/2)

Slahorn's expression is a little dull. The stimulation of alcohol has paralyzed most of his original keen perception.

Now it looks more like Harry's previous behavior with srahorn, who just stares at Harry, holding his glass in both hands.

”Voldemort killed him,” Harry said quietly, ”and stepped over his body to my mother.”

Slughorn shivered, but he couldn't get his frightened eyes off Harry's face.

”He told her to get out of there,” Harry continued, impassively. ”Fanlin told me she didn't have to die. Voldemort wanted me. She could have run away.”

”Oh, my God.” Slughorn took a deep breath. ”She could have. She didn't have to. That's terrible!”

With these words, srahorn was like a ball that suddenly let out his breath, exhausted all his strength, but it was such a result.

It's not surprising that slaghorn is just doing things in the same way as most people.

”It's terrible, isn't it,” Harry said, as if telling a story that didn't matter to him. ”But she didn't leave. My father was dead, but she didn't want me to do the same. She tried to beg Voldemort, but Voldemort just laughed...”

”Enough!” Slughorn suddenly exclaimed, raising a trembling arm. ”Really, I have a child. Enough. I'm just an old man. I don't want to hear I don't have to listen... ”

”I forgot,” Harry lied and the lucky potion told him to do it. ”You like her, don't you? My mother... ”

”I like her?” Srahorn seemed to be asking himself, and his eyes were full of tears again. ”I can't imagine that the mysterious man met her and didn't kill her Very brave It's interesting But this is the most terrifying. ”

”But you didn't help her son. She gave me life, but you wouldn't even give me a memory.” Harry suddenly said coldly, like a bone marrow cold wind, if possible, the temperature of the whole cabin has been reduced.

Hagrid's snoring filled the hut. Harry looked firmly at Slughorn's tearful eyes. The potion teacher looked so close.

”Don't say that, that's not a problem. If that memory can help you, of course But it doesn't work. ” ”It's hard for him,” said Slughorn haltingly, but Harry's eyes lit up.

”It can, Dumbledore needs its information, and so do I Harry said clearly. He knew he was safe and lucky to have told him that slahorn would not remember anything tomorrow morning.

Have you been drinking broken pieces?

I'm afraid it's not Shi Lezhi who drinks with Hagrid.

So Harry looked straight at Slughorn, and Harry understood a little. ”I'm the one chosen. I need to kill Voldemort. I need that memory.”

Slahorn's face was paler, and sweat was shining on his smooth forehead. ”Are you the one chosen?”

”Of course, I am.” Harry said calmly.

”But, my dear boy, you are asking for a great agreement. You're asking me to It's actually helping you try to destroy it. ”

”Why don't you want to get rid of that wizard? He killed Lily Evans. Besides, he wants you...” Harry said angrily. He didn't understand srahorn's insistence. He had a chance to solve all this, but he still chose to hide for such a long time.

Harry already understood the meaning of the soul fragment, part of Voldemort's soul, probably Horcrux?

”Harry, Harry, I do want to, but...”

”Are you afraid that he will find out that you have helped me?”

Slaghorn stopped talking. He looked scary.

”Be brave like my mother, professor. Escape won't solve any problem. ”

For a moment, the scene fell into a long silence.

Srahorn really seems to have drunk too much. His nerves are somewhat sluggish, and he seems to be judging. However, in such a state, he can't find a second way except identification.

Slowly, Slughorn raised a fat hand and pressed his finger to his mouth. At that time, he looked like an overgrown baby.

”I'm ashamed,” said srahorn from between his fingers. ”I'm ashamed of that memory. I think I might have done a lot of damage that day.”

”It would be very brave and noble for you to tell me that part of that memory has been deleted.” Said Harry, relieved.

Hagrid suddenly twitched in his dream and continued to snore. Harry and slaghorn looked at each other on both sides of the flickering candle. It was a long silence. Luck told Harry not to break the silence, just wait.

Then srahorn took out his wand, and with the other hand he took out a small bottle in his pocket, empty. Slughorn touched his temple with the tip of his wand, and when he took it back, he brought out a silver memory, stuck to one end of the wand, and the memory grew longer and longer. Slughorn coiled it and put it in the bottle. Then that memory, like gas, becomes a vortex in the bottle.He handed Harry the bottle over the table with shaking hands.

”Thank you very much, professor.”

”You're a good boy,” said srahorn, whose tears finally fell from his cheeks to his bushy beard. ”You have the same eyes as her. Don't think too bad about me when you see it...”

Then he put his head on his arm, sighed and fell asleep.

When Harry climbed back to the castle, he could feel that filch was gone. The front door was still unlocked, but on the third floor he met Pippi, and he quickly hid in a shortcut, barely being found. When he arrived at the portrait of the fat lady and took off his invisibility cloak, he was not surprised to find that she was in a bad mood.

”Do you know what time it is?”

”I'm really sorry I have important things to do, so I have to go out... ”

”Good, the password changed at midnight, so you're going to have to sleep in the hallway, OK?”

”You are joking!” Harry said, ”why does it have to change at midnight?”? ”That's the way it is,” said the fat lady.

”If you are angry, go to the headmaster. He ordered security to be strengthened. ”

”Great,” Harry said bitterly, looking at the hard floor. ”Smart. Yes, if Dumbledore was there, I would go to him. Because he wanted me to come.

”He's at school,” said a voice behind Harry.

”Professor Dumbledore returned to school an hour ago.” Nick, who was almost headless, was sliding towards Harry, his head shaking as usual on his collar. ”I learned from barrow the bloody man that he saw him coming back,” Nick said. ”Professor Dumbledore, he said, was full of energy and happy, but a little tired, of course.”

”Where is he?” Harry, his heart is beating fast.