"That's it?"
Harry was puzzled by the memory that Dumbledore showed him. He didn't understand the significance of Dumbledore showing him this memory.
Louis was also confused by this memory. Logically speaking, he had given birth to a child with a Muggle girl, so he shouldn't hate Muggles so much, unless. . .
"That's all, because Morfin Gaunt can't remember what happened next." Dumbledore asked the two of them to sit down. "He is a very tragic figure. I learned from reading his memories. , he has lived in the shadow of his father all his life, and his memories have been edited several times before, causing him to be tortured into a madman."
"What happened next?" Harry was not interested in what kind of person Morfin Gaunt was.
"When he woke up the next day, he was lying on the ground alone, and the ring on his hand was gone. At the same time, in the village of Little Hangleton not far away, the Muggle authorities discovered three corpses. It was the old man. Tom Riddle and his parents."
"The Muggle government has been unable to do anything about this case because the Avada Kedavra will not leave traces on the body. The only exception is sitting in front of us." Dumbledore pointed to the scar on Harry's head. , "This matter became an unsolved case, but the people from the Ministry of Magic knew about it. They also learned that a family that always hated Muggles lived across the street from them, and this person had also been imprisoned for hurting Muggles before. Criminal record."
"Morfin never thought it was him?"
"No." Dumbledore shook his head. "He confessed to this matter and showed it off everywhere. At that time, he was already crazy. He crazyly felt that Muggles were the most important things in the world that should disappear, especially if they harmed him. My sister died tragically at the hands of the Riddle family.”
"But didn't the Ministry of Magic take any action against him?" Harry asked, "For example, when they tried him, they retrieved his memory or something. They should have known that Voldemort had done anything to him."
"You're right Harry, they can check that Morfin's memory has been edited, but they can't know who the caster is. They can only make a rough guess, just like the hovering spell four years ago. . . . ”
"Dobby did it." Harry was a little angry. The Ministry of Magic really couldn't identify the caster through a trace of magic use. They could only roughly know a direction. If there is only one wizard or magical creature in the current area, it can be confirmed without a doubt. .
Therefore, many minor wizards need to rely on adult wizards at home for personal supervision.
Louis shook his head. No matter what kind of person Morfin Gaunt was before, but this time he took the blame for Voldemort, he really didn't deserve such an unjust and tragic death.
"This is a problem that the Ministry of Magic needs to solve now." Dumbledore stood up, "Okay, before the end of today, I want to show you another memory, which is also the key today. I need both of you to help me go there. Finish."
He took out another small crystal bottle from his pocket and poured it into the pensieve. Louis and Harry straightened up immediately when they heard that this memory was more important.
The liquid in the pensieve kept changing and gradually deepened in color. Louis felt that this memory was very different from the previous one.
"This isn't too long. We'll be back in a moment. Okay, which one of you two will go first?"
Louis nodded to Harry and took the lead in diving into the Pensieve. This time he landed in a familiar classroom. This was Snape's usual Potions classroom. There was a person standing next to him, Louis. Recognized, it was young Professor Slughorn.
Could it be, this memory. . .
Before Louis could think too much, Harry and Dumbledore had landed next to him. Louis looked at Slughorn and found that there were at least six or seven boys surrounding him.
The most conspicuous among them is Tom Riddle himself, who still has long hair and is more mature than the memory just now. He wears the black ring on his right hand. Obviously, this incident happened earlier than him. Kill his father later.
"Sir, is Professor Mellorth really going to retire?" Riddle asked.
"Tom, even if I knew about Tom, I couldn't tell you." Slughorn shook his head.
With his fingers covered with honey candies, he said reproachfully, "I really don't know where I heard all this news. You know more than half of the staff in the school."
Riddle smiled slightly, but he did not answer. The other children also laughed, and they cast admiring glances at Riddle.
Louis had to admit that Tom Riddle was indeed a very charming man. At least fifty years ago, when his nose and hair were still waiting, he was one of the rare handsome men in the school.
"You are a ghost, you know things you shouldn't know, and you are careful to please others. By the way, thank you for the pineapple. You guessed it right again. This is my favorite~"
The children were all snickering. Suddenly, the whole room was shrouded in a white mist. Louis couldn't see the faces of the people around him clearly, and could only vaguely see some outlines. Slughorn's voice echoed around him,
"You're going to make mistakes, kid, mark my words."
Soon, the fog dispersed, but the students and Slughorn seemed unaware of what had just happened, and they were still talking naturally.
The small clock on the desk struck eleven times before the students reacted.
"Oh my God, is it already time?" Slughorn said, "You should go, kids, or the Headmaster will come to trouble me. Lestrange, remember to hand in your paper tomorrow, or you will It’s no use looking for your uncle now that you’re in solitary confinement, and the same goes for you, Avery.”
Slughorn got up from his chair, and the students filed out. Louis found that Riddle was deliberately lagging behind, dawdling with something.
"Come on, Tom. You don't want to be caught wandering around the school after turning off the lights. You are a prefect..."
"Sir," Riddle finally spoke, "I want to ask you something."
Slughorn was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Tom Riddle would ask questions at this time.
"Then ask quickly, kid."
"Sir, I want to ask you if you know about Horcruxes..."
In an instant, the fog came again, and Louis could not see the two of them again. There was only Harry with a confused look on his face and Dumbledore with a smile on his face. He only heard Slughorn roaring.
"I know nothing about Horcruxes, and even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. Now, get out of here right now!"
"Okay, that's it."
Dumbledore reminded calmly, as if he had already known this would be the outcome.
Louis and Harry took their feet off the ground and landed back in the office a few seconds later.
Harry looked at Dumbledore with confusion and confusion. Just like the previous memory, he didn't think this memory was important. It even needed to be completed with Senior Oliver beside him.
Of course, the sudden appearance of the white mist also confused him.
"Have you noticed anything unusual about this memory?" Dumbledore asked.
"It has been edited, hasn't it?" Louis replied calmly, "The appearance of those white mist is probably the trace of editing."
"Yes, that's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Slughorn edited his own memory and gave it to me."
"But why would he do this?" Harry asked, sitting down.
"Maybe he feels that this memory makes him ashamed. Maybe you have also noticed that Horcruxes are mentioned in this memory. Harry, you have been exposed to so many Horcruxes before, you should know the horror of Horcruxes. place."
"So, you suspect that it was Slughorn who told Voldemort the secret about Horcruxes?"
"It's possible, Harry, it's very possible." Dumbledore said approvingly, "So, now I'm going to give you two an assignment. Harry and Oliver, you two need to try to get Slug to Professor Horne revealed his true memory, everything he told Voldemort about the Horcruxes, which is the most critical information."
