Chapter 728 Professor, I Want to Ask You Something.

On Sunday morning, Fish got up unusually early.

"Meow!"

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He jumped to the head of Harry who was still sleeping in the form of a cat, then raised his little paw high and punched the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

Harry opened his eyes in confusion.

Since Fish deliberately controlled the strength and retracted his paw, it didn't hurt. When such a high frequency of slapping made Harry's head buzz, it was as if his head was stuffed into a big clock and then hit the clock hard.

He even had double vision in front of his eyes!

"What, what's wrong, Fish?"

Harry sat up and shook his head vigorously. The double vision finally disappeared, but his vision was still a little blurry...

So he reached out to the head of the bed, took out his glasses, and put them on the bridge of his nose.

"Meow~"

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Fish called again, then turned around and got out of the curtain.

Harry touched his head inexplicably, but still opened the curtains and jumped off the bed together.

Everyone else in the dormitory was still sleeping. Harry looked at the clock on the wall and found that it was not yet six o'clock...

But at this time, Fish had already arrived at the door of the dormitory and was looking back at him.

"Wait, wait a minute." Harry had to change his clothes in a hurry, and then chased Fish out of the dormitory.

When he walked down the stairs and came to the common room, Fish had already regained his human form and was happily chewing on a piece of smoked ham in his hand.

"Harry, what do you want to eat? Ham? Bread? Jerky? Or chocolate?"

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The cat turned his head and asked Harry.

"Uh... bread will do." Harry scratched his head, took the bread handed by Fish, and said while chewing: "Are we going to find Professor Slughorn? Isn't it a little too early?"

After returning from Dumbledore last night, they did not go to bed immediately, but discussed it in the common room as before.

Hermione thought that it would be best if only Fish and Harry went to see Professor Slughorn. After all, this was a dark history that he wanted to bury, and the fewer people present, the better.

So after Harry sobered up a little, he naturally guessed Fish's plan.

"There are fewer people in the morning." Fish replied as a matter of course: "And it's easier to ask Horace when he just woke up and is still a little confused, meow."

As the cat said this, it sped up its eating movements and soon ate the smoked ham in its hand until only the bones were left. Seeing this, Harry also ate the bread in his hand in big mouthfuls, and then...

choked.

"Uh..."

Harry pounded his chest hard and shouted hoarsely: "Water... water..."

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Fish looked at the idiot in front of him speechlessly, then took out a bottle of milk from his magic pocket and handed it over.

"Huh... alive..."

After Harry drank a few gulps of milk, he finally got out of danger and finished the last bit of bread left.

"Let's go. If there are too many people, it will be inconvenient to find Horace."

Mao Mao sighed helplessly and walked towards the portrait wall hole first.

The two soon arrived at the door of Professor Slughorn's office, and Fish knocked on his door without hesitation.

A moment later, the door was opened, and Slughorn, wearing lavender silk pajamas and a nightcap with a pompom, yawned and appeared in front of the two.

"Fisch and Harry? Why did you two come to see me so early?" Professor Slughorn seemed very happy after seeing the two people clearly, but because of sleepiness, his eyelids were still half drooping, as if he might fall asleep at any time.

"Can we go in and talk, professor?"

Just when Harry asked politely, Fish had squeezed Professor Slughorn's fat body and walked into his office with a swagger.

Professor Slughorn smiled bitterly at the willful cat, shrugged and said, "I don't think... I have room for refusal... Come in." He tilted his head towards Harry.

Harry smiled at him apologetically, then walked in and sat down at a coffee table with Fish.

"What would you like to drink? Coffee? Tea? Or something else?"

Professor Slughorn sat opposite Fish and Harry, then waved his wand, and a beautiful ceramic teapot and a silver coffee pot immediately appeared on the coffee table, as well as three ceramic cups matching the teapot.

He first poured himself a cup of coffee, shook it gently in his hand, and blew into the cup with his lips pursed.

"It's like this, professor, I want to ask you something." Harry ignored the drink on the table, but looked directly into Professor Slughorn's eyes and said softly but firmly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he reacted... What he just said seemed to be no different from what Voldemort said in his memory.

On the other side, Fish picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, then imitated Professor Slughorn and tried to blow the tea carefully to cool it down.

Harry had already discussed with Fish last night that he would do the initial negotiations first, and the cat would watch from the side. When Harry failed, Fish would continue to negotiate with Professor Slughorn according to the situation...

The main reason is that Fish's brain circuits are sometimes different from those of normal people. Harry is worried that if he speaks first, there may be unpredictable situations.

And Fish is naturally eager to throw everything to Harry. If he didn't want to solve Voldemort as soon as possible and then fight with Dumbledore, he wouldn't bother to care whether Slughorn lied.

"Ask, dear child, as long as I know..."

Professor Slughorn didn't realize that something was wrong at this time. He said casually, and put the cup in his hand to his mouth and took a sip gently. Then he seemed to think that the coffee was still too hot, and continued to shake and blow into the cup.

His answer was not much different from what he remembered. Dumbledore was right.

Harry took a deep breath and simply continued to use Voldemort's original lines: "Professor, I want to ask you if you know...Horcruxes."

"Dang!"

Professor Slughorn shuddered violently, and the cup in his hand fell on the coffee table, and the hot coffee spilled all over his pants, but he seemed to feel nothing, letting the coffee soak his pants, and his eyes, which were originally half drooped, were wide open, staring at Harry blankly.

"What did you say?" He licked his lips and asked hoarsely.

"I asked you if you know about Horcruxes, Professor."

"Dumbledore asked you to come?" Slughorn asked in a low voice.

His tone changed completely, no longer friendly, but full of shock and fear. He subconsciously groped his chest for a while, and after realizing that he was wearing pajamas, he simply took off his nightcap and used it to wipe his sweaty forehead.

"Dumbledore showed you that-that memory, didn't he?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, there was no need to lie about such things.

"Of course," Slughorn said softly, wiping his pale face with his nightcap, "Of course... If you look at the memory, Harry, you will know that I know nothing about Horcruxes... Nothing!" He repeated these words forcefully.

"Professor," Harry said eagerly, "I just think there may be something in the memory..."

"Really? Then you are wrong, right? Wrong!" Professor Slughorn stood up and yelled at Harry.

Then he gave the order to leave incoherently, "It's still early, I'm still very sleepy, yes, I'm sleepy, I'm going to go back to sleep..."

As he spoke, he waved his wand and made the drinks on the table, including the cup of tea in Fish's hand, disappear.

"Meow!"

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After finally cooling the tea, the cat who was about to drink it raised his head and glared at Professor Slughorn.

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