Chapter 396 "7"

It was almost midnight when Sherlock returned to Hogwarts.

Instead of taking the four Rodolphus back to the castle, he called Kingsley and asked him to take the four Death Eaters back to the Ministry of Magic.

Neither Hogwarts Castle nor No. 12 Grimmauld Place are suitable places to imprison wizards.

Moreover, when it came to the interrogation of the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic were completely in sync with each other, so they didn't have to worry about anything and just let Kingsley take them away.

Silk waited for Sherlock in Hogsmeade, and then walked into the castle with him.

Although the four Rodolphus people are also very important and can pry out a lot of information about Voldemort's current situation from their mouths, the biggest gain tonight is Slughorn's memory.

After letting Hilke go back to rest first, Sherlock took this memory and went straight to the principal's office.

Dumbledore was still awake, and the lights were brightly lit in the office. He was not only waiting for Sherlock, but also rushing to deal with unfinished business during the day. `interestingw

He also holds many responsibilities. The recent search for Horcruxes has taken up most of his energy during the day, and he can only deal with these complicated matters at night.

Seeing Sherlock, Dumbledore raised his head tiredly and rubbed his temples, his face still had such a gentle expression.

"Looks like you got something this time?"

Sherlock didn't show off. He took out the bottle containing the memory from his pocket and put it on the desk.

"Professor Slughorn didn't want to give this memory to me at first, but then I drank some wine with him and said some words, and he changed his mind."

Afterwards, he also told Dumbledore about catching Rodolphus and the others, but these were not the focus of tonight.

Dumbledore put down the papers in his hands and took out the pensieve from the cabinet at the back of his office.

"Let's take a look at how Riddle got the Horcrux information from Horace that year. I hope this memory can provide us with some help."

As he spoke, he used his wand to pull the silver thread in the glass bottle and put it into the pensieve.

The next moment, the pensieve was filled with a silvery substance that looked like liquid or gas.

Dumbledore and Sherlock looked at each other, and then entered this memory together without hesitation.

It was an office that was clearly different from any teacher's office in Hogwarts today.

As a young man, Slughorn already looked like a fat walrus.

He has thick shiny straw-colored hair and a ginger mustache. He is sitting in a comfortable winged armchair with his feet resting on a large velvet cushion. He is holding a small glass of wine in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Picking through a box of pineapple preserves.

Six or seven teenage boys sat around Slughorn, including Tom Riddle.

When seeing this scene, Sherlock's eyes were fixed on Slughorn, but Dumbledore's eyes were attracted from the beginning by a black ring on Riddle's hand.

When they arrived, Riddle was asking Slughorn.

"Sir, is Professor Mellors retiring?"

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

Slughorn shook a frost-covered finger reproachfully at him, but winked.

"I have to say, I wonder where you got your information, kid. You know more than half the faculty."

Riddle smiled slightly, and the other boys laughed and gave him admiring glances.

"You are such a ghost, you can know things you shouldn't know, and you are careful to please important people. By the way, thank you for the pineapple. Maung Lun Sin plays it this is my favorite."

Several boys snickered, and Slughorn said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"I'm sure you'll be Minister for Magic in twenty years. Maybe in fifteen, if you keep sending me pineapple preserves. I have some very strong connections in the Ministry."

The other boys laughed again, but Tom Riddle smiled slightly.

Sherlock noticed that he was by no means the oldest of the boys, but they all seemed to regard him as their leader.

"I don't know if politics is for me, sir." Tom Riddle said after the laughter died down. "First of all, I don't have a strong background."

The two boys next to them looked at each other and smiled. They must have thought of a private joke. It was undoubtedly something they knew or guessed, and it was related to their leader's illustrious ancestor.

Only then did Sherlock notice that one of the boys had a familiar face.

He was the one who caught the Death Eater - Rodolphus Lestrange today.

"What are you talking about?" Slughorn said cheerfully. "With a talent like yours, you must come from a respectable wizarding family. This is very clear. You have a bright future, Tom. I have never missed a student. "

The small golden clock on the desk struck eleven.

"Jesus, it's time already? It's time to go, kids, or we're in trouble. Lestrange, your papers are due tomorrow or you're in detention, and so are you, Avery."

The boys filed out. Slughorn climbed out of his chair and took the empty glass to the table. The movement behind him made him turn around. Riddle was still standing there.

"Hurry up, Tom, you don't want to be caught outside when lights out, you are a prefect..."

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask quickly, child, ask quickly..."

"Sir, I would like to ask you if you know...horcruxes."

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

"A Defense Against the Dark Arts subject, right?"

Sherlock could tell that Slughorn knew this was not school work.

"No, sir, I didn't quite understand what I saw in the book."

Slughorn obviously didn't want to talk about Horcruxes with Riddle.

But Riddle's hesitant, casual tone and clever compliment were not excessive at all.

Watching from the third perspective, Sherlock could see that he actually wanted to know this information. The organization's wording and attitude were obviously planned for a long time.

Slughorn seemed to have a lot of confidence in his student.

After all, judging from Riddle's performance, as long as he continues to develop step by step, he will definitely have a great future.

And how could such a person be willing to use a magic like Horcrux to ruin his life?

"Of course, it won't hurt to give you a brief introduction, just so you can understand the term. A Horcrux is an object that contains part of a person's soul."

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

His voice is carefully controlled, and if you listen carefully you can feel his excitement.

"That is, you split your soul," said Slughorn, "and hide part of it in some object outside your body. That way, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you cannot die. Because there is still a part of the soul left in the world, undamaged, but, of course, in this form..."

Slughorn frowned.

"Few, very few people would be willing to do that, Tom. In comparison, dying would be more pleasant."

But Riddle's performance clearly didn't look like someone who would give up on this method.

His handsome face concealed uncontrollable greed and impatience, and he continued to ask.

"How to split a soul?"

"Oh," 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?"

"Through evil deeds - the most evil deeds, through murder. Killing causes the soul to be split, and wizards who want to create Horcruxes use this destruction: to seal the fragments of the split soul."

"This requires a spell, don't ask me what the spell is, do I look like a murderer?"

"No, of course I don't mean that, sir." Riddle said quickly, "I'm just out of curiosity. What I want to ask is, is a Horcrux useful? Can the soul only be divided once? Is it okay to divide into a few more pieces? Better, can it make you stronger? For example, isn’t seven the most magical number? "

"Seven!"

Slughorn raised his voice, looking as if he regretted broaching this topic with Riddle.

He stood up from the chair uneasily: "Oh my God, Tom! Seven! Isn't it evil enough to want to kill one person? Anyway... splitting the soul is evil enough... and splitting it into seven pieces..."

Dumbledore grabbed Sherlock's arm at this time.

"It's time for us to leave, Sherlock."

The surrounding scenes began to fragment, turning into silver threads surrounding them one after another.

This memory only has so much content, but it has already brought them enough critical information.

Returning to Dumbledore's office, they sat back on the chair together, with a somewhat incredulous expression on Sherlock's face.

"So, Voldemort's ultimate goal is to split his soul into seven parts and make seven Horcruxes?"

Dumbledore crossed his fingers in front of him and said thoughtfully.

"You ignored the part of his soul that he always wanted to dominate. The final number of Horcruxes he planned to make should be six, six Horcruxes."

Sherlock frowned.

"But these were just his thoughts when he was in school. Is it possible that he changed his mind later and split his soul into more parts to be safe, and the number of Horcruxes was more than six?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

"You should know better than anyone else, Sherlock, that the key to a wizard's spellcasting lies in his own emotions and will. There is absolutely no way to change the goal determined at the beginning of the spellcasting during the completion of the magic."

"I haven't studied magic like Horcrux deeply, but no matter how advanced or evil it is, it will not violate the essence of magic."

"And the first Horcrux Riddle made was his diary. At that time, he was still in school at Hogwarts, and his thoughts should not have changed so easily."

"That is to say, when he made the first Horcrux, he had already set the tone for the number of split souls that would follow. Under his will, his soul could only be split into seven parts at most, unless --"

When he said this, Dumbledore's eyes became a little deep, and he murmured.

"Unless something unexpected happens that he didn't expect."

Sherlock touched his chin and said in a deep voice.

"The probability of such an accident not being very high, right?"

Dumbledore did not answer his question immediately. He seemed to be thinking about something, but this matter was too complicated and uncertain, and he did not think it through in such a short time.

"Accidents are not something we can predict in advance, so no matter how high the probability is, we don't have to include it."

"Horace's memory provides us with a very clear goal, seven souls, six Horcruxes. So far, we have discovered and found three of them. There is one left in the Room of Requirement. During this period, I also found some clues in Riddle's hometown. As for the last Horcrux."

Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he made a bold guess.

"It is very likely that it is the snake next to Voldemort."

He had seen Nashiji with his own eyes, on the night of the last competition of the Triwizard Tournament last semester.

Sherlock was also recalling, he was recalling the reaction of the mark on his left arm on the night he was teleported to Voldemort.

The mark did get hot at that time, but at that time he thought the source of the burning was Voldemort who was about to be resurrected, and did not suspect Nashiji.

Now that I think about it, it is indeed possible.

Harry's dream about Voldemort's perspective every time before can also prove this. The big snake named Nashji is a little too special. It stays by Voldemort's side all day, and a venomous snake also fully meets Voldemort's requirements for his Horcruxes.

He is the heir of Slytherin, and the only animal that can represent Slytherin as a person and academy is a snake!

Sherlock took a deep breath, and he and Dumbledore looked at each other.

"If all the information we have is accurate, it means that Voldemort's Horcruxes have been checked by us. The one hidden in the Room of Requirement in the castle can basically be confirmed as Ravenclaw's diadem. Counting Nashji and the one that you recently found a clue to, we already know the location of the remaining three Horcruxes."

Dumbledore's face also showed a slightly relaxed look, but he still reminded.

"Knowing the location of the remaining Horcruxes does not mean that we can defeat Voldemort. Even if we can successfully destroy all the Horcruxes later, Voldemort will not die. He just loses the capital to revive. We still have to find a way to kill him in the end!" Newly provide you with the fastest update of "Nothing but the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts", Chapter 396 "Seven" is free to read.

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