Chapter 391 Fear

"Dumbledore and I have been looking for other works of this student named Tom since we discovered that he was making Horcruxes."

Sherlock was just like Slughorn telling them stories in the afternoon. There was no questioning or pressure, he just spoke in such a calm voice.

"Three years have passed now, and we have gained a lot. By understanding the past of this student named Tom, we have found several other Horcruxes."

"But we don't know how many Horcruxes he made, and where did he get the knowledge of making Horcruxes. After all, he was just a powerless orphan in Hogwarts at the beginning. What channels will be used to access this knowledge?”

His voice suddenly paused here. Slughorn had been avoiding Sherlock's eyes and could not see his face clearly now.

After a few seconds of silence, Sherlock continued to ask his final question.

"So, I came here not only to chat and reminisce with you, Professor, but also because Dumbledore invited me here to ask you, do you know this student named Tom Riddle?"

Slughorn finally raised his head after Sherlock asked this question.

His face was very pale, and his lips were trembling as he looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at him with calm eyes, without putting any pressure on him or forcing him anything. It was just like a normal inquiry.

After a long time, Slughorn stammered.

"I, I don't know, this guy. Tom, I've never heard the name Tom."

When he answered, he was obviously avoiding Sherlock's gaze.

But after listening to his answer, Sherlock didn't seem to have the slightest doubt, and just nodded calmly.

"I believe what you say, Professor, and I will tell Dumbledore the truth."

Slughorn heaved a sigh of relief, as if God was helping him out. At this time, Silk also bought wine and vegetables from outside and set up a full table.

Sherlock poured half a glass of whiskey for Slughorn. During the meal, he never mentioned anything about what they had just talked about, but thanked him.

"Thank you, Professor, for the help you gave me the first two times. If it weren't for you, I might have been lying in a coffin now instead of being able to sit here and dye beer with coal!

Slughorn was a little confused.

"The first two times?"

Sherlock explained to him how Silk used his bottle of Felixir to find him during the last event of the Triwizard Tournament, and finally let Dumbledore arrive in time with the Aurors. matter.

Slughorn sighed.

"You should not thank me, but thank Vera. My bottle of Felixir only provided some auxiliary effects."

Sherlock turned to look at Sherlock and smiled,

Under the table, he naturally held her cold hand.

"Of course I want to thank her."

Chirac also looked at him and smiled, that smile was very gentle.

Slughorn seemed to want to relieve his mood and drank more wine. During the conversation, Silk asked him about the things they had not finished talking about in the afternoon.

"Vera said before that her father was an Auror in the Ministry of Magic? What's his name? Maybe he was once my student."

Silk didn't hold anything back.

"Eddie Butler, he was indeed your student, but he died in a battle with Death Eaters more than ten years ago."

Slughorn fell silent.

When he first heard Eddie's name, he originally wanted to say that he had some impressions of this student, but when Silk said the following words, he was speechless.

Sherlock refilled his glass.

"Her father died at the hands of Bella. I also found out what happened to my mother back then. It was also Bella who drove her crazy in the end. Not long ago, she successfully escaped from Azkaban. You You should have heard about it. I think this is a good thing. If she had been imprisoned on that island, it would be difficult for Vera and me to seek revenge. Now that she has escaped, it gives me a chance. "

He seemed to have drunk a little too much, and he was chattering to Slughorn about things he had been holding back.

"There is also the mysterious man. I know Professor, you are afraid that I will say that name, but I am not afraid. No matter how strong he is, he is still a human being, and everyone will be killed. I stabbed him before and failed to kill him. Let him Escaped. But this is a good thing. Letting him die so easily would be too easy for him. "

"How many people did he kill? How many people died indirectly at his hands? Of course, I am not a person who has a strong sense of social responsibility in the magic world, but I know that my mother's death is related to him, and my friend's death is related to him. If death has something to do with him, then he deserves to die."

Slughorn listened to Sherlock's narration, and kept raising the glass in his hand, silently drinking the whiskey in the glass.

He was silent, but there was clearly something struggling in his eyes.

Sherlock's words that seemed to be confiding or talking to himself continued.

"To be honest, Professor, I may have been interested in the position of Professor of Defense at Hogwarts before, but after actually teaching in this position for a year, I actually no longer want to stay here. uuRead but I never chose to leave, even though I knew very well what you said to me at the beginning was right. This is not the safest place in the magical world at all. It can even be said that there is no other place more dangerous than it. "

"But I never chose to leave, not because I love teaching so much, nor because I can't bear to leave those students. Do you know why? Professor."

Slughorn spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid." Sherlock said, covering his forehead. "I'm afraid that my presence will cause problems. Just because the more I know, the more I understand how much impact I have on this school. The impact seems to be good now, but in fact, only I know best. Whether it is good or bad cannot be seen just by looking at the surface. "

"I have to stay here and try to do everything I can to make everything better and better than before, so that I can feel at ease with myself, with this castle, and with those children."

Slughorn gritted his teeth at some point.

After Sherlock finished speaking, he seemed to have made some important decision. He took out his wand, pointed it at his temple, and pulled out a silver thread representing memory from his mind!

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