Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "... I wonder if I am lucky to be able to come to your house and tell it?"

In the end, Slughorn nodded.

Although he was not quite sure about Maca's intentions, but since he was from Hogwarts, it was always the right choice not to actively move up.

But for Slughorn, since he hasn't been able to avoid others, he has already explained a lot of problems.

Maca followed him and walked in with him through the back door.

This house is actually quite spacious, but maybe because its owner has jammed too many household items, it can't help but feel a little crowded and messy.

In the living room that welcomes Maca, such as soft back chairs, step stools, piles of soft cushions, etc., books, drinks and snacks on the coffee table covered with table blankets are readily available.

The fire was burning in the large fireplace, making this room warm even in the corners.

If it ’s neat, it ’s even a match with Maca ’s office; if you look at the comfort of your daily life, I believe no one will dislike this room.

Before reaching the soft sofa, Maca took out several wine bottles from her waist and put them on the coffee table as gifts for her visit.

But then, after he had fallen into the sofa, he suddenly asked a question that was enough to bring the room temperature to the freezing point.

"Mr. Slughorn, Voldemort--" Maca had just mentioned the name, and the fat old man trembled, "... how much does he pay you?"

"What are you talking about?" Slughorn frowned immediately. "Also, don't mention that name here!"

"I didn't talk nonsense," Maca smiled. "I would have been a lobbyist today. The next academic year, Hogwarts needs a new potion professor--"

"I won't go!" Slughorn snapped.

"No, didn't I say that? That's just my" original "purpose," explained Maca. "If it weren't for Professor McGonagall to ask me if I had the right candidate, I wouldn't have come to you ..."

He paused, but then continued: "But in fact, I started following you a few months ago ... I said so, do you understand?"

"Oh-I actually prefer mead!" Slughorn picked up the bottle on the table and looked at the label, perfunctoryly. "What should I understand?"

"For a while, you moved around very frequently-from here to there, but it didn't take long before you bought it from the Muggle owner of this house and stayed here for a long time." Ma Ka leisurely said, "What happened during this time, I think I can still understand."

"I just want to look around and choose a place suitable for the elderly!" Slughorn still insisted. "As you can see, as you get older, it's time to enjoy the leisurely life of your old age."

"Why?" Maca shook her head. "In that case, why don't you show your arms to me?"

After hearing Slughorn's expression, his face changed, and after a moment of silence, he sighed heavily.

"Listen to you. If Milleva didn't come to you, you didn't plan to come to me?" He put down the bottle in his hand, and said weakly.

"Yes," Makar nodded calmly. "I think you would go back to Hogwarts yourself without me ... would you?"

"How, how is it possible ..." Slughorn shook his head immediately. "How dangerous Hogwarts has been in recent years, I believe you know so much better than me-how can I run for trouble? "

"Because it's not necessarily safe here," Maca said without hesitation. "From your inability to refuse Fu-you know, from the moment you can't refuse his solicitation, you've been in danger. Although you always like to make good people, you can be as good as Riddle, I'm afraid it will only make you suffer a lot? "

"... You won't understand." Slughorn silently stared at the pattern on the table blanket, and then silent for a while, then uttered such a sentence.

But Maca just smiled calmly.

"Okay!" He nodded slightly. "It's not distress, it's regret-right?"

"What?" Slughorn raised his head suddenly, with an inexplicable surprise in his eyes.

Maca thought about it and decided to share some less important information with the fat old man.

"In order to eliminate your concerns-" he spread his hand, "Of course, it is also for you to come to us as soon as possible, I will tell you directly!"

Speaking of this, Markat paused again, and Slughorn again focused his attention.

"... Horcrux, the way to split the soul. He learned from you, right?"

"How can you--"

In Slughorn's shock, Marka waved his hand and interrupted him.

"There were seven Horde Horcruxes, six of which were in my hand."

"Really ... seven times?" Slughorn trembled uncontrollably. "How can ... a human soul withstand seven divisions?"

"More than that!" Maca casually said, "To be precise, about thirteen times-that's the limit number of divisions."

"Really?" Slughorn said hesitantly. "How do you know?"

"Some ancient books are clear," Maca shrugged, "I have a little bit of research on soul magic."

"Then how do you know he only made seven Horcruxes?" Slughorn asked.

"No, in fact, there are only six Horcruxes that he has actively made—" Maka replied. "Every time a soul is divided, it takes a long time to cultivate. He cannot continuously make Horcruxes. However, after he made them, After the sixth Horcrux, you know ... "

"... died into Potter's house?" Slughorn answered involuntarily.

"That's right!" Marka said first.

"What about the seventh one?" Slughorn asked quickly. "He did one more after he was resurrected?"

"Sorry, I can't explain more about this seventh Horcrux ..." Marka said, "but I can tell you clearly, that one is in my hands."

"Then how can you be sure that he didn't continue making Horcruxes after the resurrection?" Slughorn asked in doubt.

"It's about another secret of him," Maca hesitated a bit. "You should already know? After his resurrection, his strength became unusual."

"Yes ... the terrible black gas ..." Slughorn recalled chillingly.

"That's it," Maca said. "Because of the new power he got, he doesn't dare to continue making Horcruxes at all now, and I dare say-he doesn't even dare to let his soul shake a little! "

"I can understand," Slughorn nodded, "I happened to see it once before, and he was constantly smoking black all over the body-that should be a sudden outburst of his power!"

Maca looked at him indifferently, and after a short while, her head turned.

"Well ... then, having said so much, I think you should be able to decide, too?"

With that, Slughorn was in deep thought again.

Marka tells him the reason for the "important information", but he is very clear.

First, Maca wanted to let him know that Voldemort's secrets were not even secrets in Maca's eyes, it seemed that everything was under his control; and second, these words would undoubtedly become a kind to him. Bondage.

No matter which side he finally decided to stand on, it was impossible for him to tell Voldemort. Once he spoke in front of Voldemort, not only would there be no reward, he would even be killed on the spot without a doubt.

After all, when Voldemort was still Tom Riddle, the secret of the Horcrux was explained to him by Holrag Slughorn.

If Voldemort knew that the secret of the Horcrux might have been leaked, the first suspected object was definitely him.

"... Why do you want me to return to Hogwarts?" Slughorn suddenly asked Marka. "What's my value? Need you exchange these secrets?"

"Huh?" Marka glanced at him. "Although I haven't thought of anything ... but every little helper on Voldemort's side will undoubtedly be easier for us, isn't it?"

"Just because of this?" Slughorn hesitated.

"Isn't it enough?" Maca asked back, "If you wholeheartedly work for Voldemort, it can add a lot of trouble to us-you must have taken a lot of effort while Voldemort entered the Ministry of Magic. ? "

"Uh ... I said it, don't mention the name of that person ..." Slughorn touched his nose, and looked away with a guilty conscience.

"Look! Didn't I just say that before I came in?" Marka smiled ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You have a good reputation in the British magic world-and even the global magic world. I value your extensive and heavy circle of communication. "

"So, are you sure ... you can keep me safe?" Slughorn pondered for a while, then suddenly stretched his neck and asked cautiously.

"Of course!" Maca nodded decisively. "As long as you don't run around and stay in Hogwarts, I don't think there's much to fear if Voldemort attacks again."

"You're so confident ..." Slughorn said with a twitch.

"A modest degree of confidence can be trusted by others," Maca did not deny it. "Sometimes, excessive self-esteem can make others uncomfortable!"

"Let me think again!" Slughorn sighed.

"Of course, no problem, it's still early in the next school year!" Maca said, turning her head and signalling to the door suddenly, "But for you, I'm afraid that time is not as abundant as you think."