Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 689 Memories of Horcruxes

Chapter 689 Memories of Horcruxes

"Harry, what brings you here?"

"Sir, I got it! I got Slughorn's memories!"

When Harry returned to the headmaster's office and handed Dumbledore a vial of silvery memories, the headmaster, who was over a hundred years old, was stunned for a moment before a joyful smile spread across his face.

"Harry, this is amazing news! That's fantastic, I knew you could do it!"

He stood up with a slight stagger, carefully took the memory from Harry's hand, and strode over to the cabinet where the Pensieve was placed.

"How did you do that?" Xilun asked in a low voice.

He hadn't considered that Harry would fail. Slughorn was under increasing pressure lately, and with the help of Felix Felicis, Harry would definitely be able to get his hands on that real memory.

He just hadn't expected Harry to act so quickly. Aragog's funeral hadn't even begun, and Slughorn had already given in?

"He had a few drinks, and—and mentioned my mother again," Harry said, trying to sound casual. "It's obvious that my mother is his most outstanding student, so I told him I hoped he could be as brave as my mother."

"And then he gave you his memories?"

"Pretty simple, isn't it?" Harry paused for a moment, then asked, "How many Horcruxes do you think Voldemort made in total?"

"I don't know," Siren said, "but we'll ask through a wizard."

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"The wizarding way?" Harry seemed to have thought of something and asked uncertainly, "Could it be divination?"

"That's right."

"But there's no crystal ball here." Harry looked around. The headmaster's office was full of things, but there was nothing related to divination.

"No need." Sirius glanced at the black tea on the table. "Harry, are you thirsty?"

Harry immediately understood what Siron meant. He went over and poured all the black tea and tea leaves from the pot into a large teacup, then tilted his head back and drank the tea all at once.

He had talked a lot with Slughorn before, and after obtaining the memories, he rushed back to the castle without stopping. He was actually quite thirsty.

By this time, Dumbledore had poured all his memories into the Pensieve. Although he was eager to see the truth, he didn't urge Hillon and Harry on, but instead walked over and looked on curiously.

Although he knew that Xilun possessed a special talent for prophecy, he had never witnessed it in person. This was the first time he had seen Xilun perform divination.

Siren took the teacup Harry offered and turned it slightly clockwise.

"What did you see?" Harry asked.

"A broken teacup," Siron said with a strange expression. "Harry, when you were drinking your tea just now, were you thinking about what you wanted to ask?"

"Of course, I've always wondered just how many Horcruxes Voldemort made," Harry blurted out.

Xilun's expression became even stranger.

"What did you see?" Harry asked curiously.

"In tea divination, the teacup represents the complete soul," Dumbledore suddenly said. "I remember correctly."

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Xilun nodded.

"So you saw a broken teacup?"

Xilun nodded again.

"How many pieces are there?" Dumbledore asked.

Xilun spun the teacup five times before saying softly, "There are seven fragments in here."

"Seven?" Harry muttered. "Wait, what did you mean by 'inside'?"

"Because there's another one here." Siren pointed to Harry.

"I?"

"The corners of your mouth."

Harry quickly turned to look at the mirror next to him and realized that there was still a tea leaf stuck to the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you," Harry said, wiping the tea leaves away. "So you think Voldemort made seven Horcruxes in total, right?"

Xilun did not speak.

"Come here quickly, Harry, Celen, we're finally going to see the most important memory."

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Harry heard Dumbledore's voice from the side and quickly went over, leaning over the Pensieve.

Xilun wasn't initially interested, but since he was already there, he went over with them.

The Pensieve wasn't large; it didn't seem big enough for two people to stick their heads in at the same time. But to Siren's amazement, as soon as he approached, his consciousness involuntarily plummeted into the depths of the Pensieve, landing him in a familiar office.

In fact, the Hogwarts professors' offices are all pretty much the same, but this one is exceptionally luxurious, showing that the owner here treats himself very well.

This is Slughorn's office, and he himself is right next to it.

He had thick, glossy straw-yellow hair and a ginger-yellow mustache. He sat in a comfortable armchair with his feet resting on a large velvet cushion. He held a small glass of wine in one hand and picked through a box of pineapple preserves with the other.

Just as Siren had just thought, Slughorn never shortchanged himself.

At this time, he must have been hosting a dinner party. A few minutes later, six or seven students in their teens came in from outside with gifts and sat around Slughorn. Among them was Tom Riddle.

Xiren's attention immediately fell on his hand, a black gemstone gold ring glittering between his fingers.

Gaunt's ring is also the legendary Resurrection Stone, which is why Dumbledore was cursed.

However, what they are seeing now is the original Resurrection Stone, which Voldemort did not turn into a Horcrux, a legendary magical item that can summon the souls of the dead.

Next, Celeste witnessed Tom Riddle's talents and abilities that Dumbledore was most proud of.

When he chatted with Slughorn, he always managed to make the other man happy at just the right moment. His hesitant, casual tone and subtle compliments often allowed him to get the answers he wanted from Slughorn in just a few words.

They talked about Professor Mellors' retirement plans, Slughorn's opinion of him, and finally Horcruxes.

Slughorn was terrified of mentioning Horcruxes, because they were a form of dark magic even more malevolent than the Unforgivable Curse, and such a topic would ruin his long-standing good reputation.

But when Tom Riddle asked, he still said a lot. Some topics, even if not explicitly stated, revealed the answers.

For example, when Tom Riddle finally asked him—that the soul could be divided into seven pieces—Slughorn showed a horrified expression.

"Seven! Isn't killing one person evil enough? Splitting a soul is evil enough, but splitting it into seven pieces—"

Slughorn didn't say it explicitly, but his expression proved that it was feasible.

Tom Riddle got what he wanted, and so did Dumbledore and Harry, of course.

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