Like Harry, Elwyn also looked at Dumbledore curiously. He wanted to know what he meant when he said that the ring had other uses.
This ring was a special soul vessel. Elwyn knew what was special about it, but he was not sure about its other uses. Was it related to the spell on Dumbledore's right hand?! Without thinking too much, the answer was certain. Dumbledore's right hand would not become like this for no reason.
Then, the things related to this ring …
Elwyn thought quickly. He remembered what the fifteen-year-old Riddle had said. It was the process of the fifteen-year-old Riddle being separated from Lord Voldemort's main soul, the world he entered, and the strange "Grim Reaper" he encountered. Elwyn felt like he had grasped something.
Riddle said that he defeated the "Grim Reaper", so he received a "reward", and the first soul appeared.
Elwyn speculated that the reason Riddle saw the "Grim Reaper" and the soul vessel was due to the magic left behind by Salazar Slytherin.
The magic left behind by Slytherin helped Riddle create a soul vessel, a soul vessel formed from the kindness in Riddle's soul.
It sounded a little ridiculous, but it was very possible. Slytherin was familiar with the method of creating soul vessels, and he knew from Elwyn that after a thousand years, his only descendant Lord Voldemort would do something. It was impossible for him to do nothing. With his personality, it would be extremely abnormal if he didn't do anything.
In other words, since the magic spell on Dumbledore's right hand was related to the ring, then what he was doing now was related to Salazar Slytherin, or the treasure key left behind by Slytherin, or something else …
Elwyn thought along this line of thought, but Dumbledore, like before, did not intend to explain. He poured the memories in the small crystal bottle into the meditation basin. The whole process was not easy because the memories in the small crystal bottle were different from what he had seen before. They seemed to be condensed together. Could memories also change?
"This one is not long." After finally emptying the vial, Dumbledore said, "We'll be back in a few minutes."
At Dumbledore's signal, Elwyn followed Harry into the meditation basin and once again fell into the silver surface.
This time, they landed right in front of a person, and Elwyn recognized him almost immediately.
It was Horace Slughorn, the much younger Professor Slughorn. He was no longer bald. Instead he had a head of thick, glossy yellow hair, which looked as if he had covered it with a thick thatch of straw, but in the center of his head was a shiny bald spot the size of a goldenrod.
Also, he didn't have as much beard as he did now. It was ginger.
Slughorn's body was not as round as Elwyn was familiar with, but the gold buttons on his embroidered vest were quite tight.
His style was no different from now. His small feet were propped up on a large velvet cushion, and he was half lying in a comfortable winged armchair. He held a small glass of wine in one hand and picked through a box of candied pineapple with the other.
Slughorn was quite good at enjoying himself. He had been like this when he was young.
A few seconds later, Dumbledore appeared beside Elwyn and Harry, looking around with great interest.
At this time, they were standing in Slughorn's office. Six or seven boys were sitting around Slughorn, all fifteen or sixteen years old. Their chairs were either harder or shorter than his. Almost instantly, Elwyn recognized Tom Riddle in the crowd.
It didn't take much effort because he had the most unique temperament among the students. It was difficult to ignore him.
Riddle, for example, seemed to glow in the crowd, drawing everyone's attention to him.
Generally speaking, only a beautiful girl could do this.
Of course, a boy as good or as beautiful as Riddle could do it in drag …
Sitting in the center of the students, Riddle's face was the most handsome of them all. He also looked the most relaxed. His right hand rested carelessly on the arm of his chair. He was already wearing Marvolo's black ruby ring.
It was evident that this recollection took place after the night on which Riddle had murdered his father, and framed his uncle for it.
"Is Professor Mellors retiring, sir?" Riddle asked.
"Tom, Tom, I can't tell you if I know." Slughorn shook a sugar-covered finger at him reproachfully, but then he winked, slightly ruining the effect. "I have to say, I'd like to know where you get your information, son. You know more than half the faculty."
Riddle smiled, and the other boys laughed, casting admiring glances at him.
"You're such a smart boy. You know what you shouldn't know, and you know how to please important people. You're really … Oh, by the way, thank you for the pineapple. You guessed it. It's my favorite."
As the boys snickered, a strange thing happened.
The whole room was suddenly shrouded in a thick white fog. Everything disappeared, and Elwyn could only see Harry and Dumbledore beside him. This was interesting. This meant that Slughorn was changing his memory. He had hidden a very important part of it. This was easy to understand. If Riddle and Slughorn had mentioned Horcruxes or other sensitive matters, with Slughorn's personality, he would have definitely erased these things and not told Dumbledore easily.
He probably thought that he would not offend either party and would not reveal the secret of Lord Voldemort.
Although Slughorn looked terrible on the surface, he was actually a very powerful wizard.
He was smarter than most people and knew where to draw the line.
After about two or three seconds, Slughorn's voice rang out in the room. It was unnaturally loud.
"You'll make mistakes, kid. Remember what I said."
In the blink of an eye, the fog dissipated as suddenly as it had come. However, no one mentioned it, and no one could tell from their faces that something unusual had just happened until the little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.
"My God, it's time already?" Slughorn said. "Time flies. Time to go, kids, or we'll be in trouble. Right, Lestrange, hand in your paper tomorrow, or you'll be grounded. You, too, Avery. "
Slughorn got up from his chair and brought the empty glasses to the desk. The boys filed out.
Riddle was lagging behind. It was obvious that he was dawdling, hoping to be alone with Slughorn in the room.
"Hurry up, Tom!" Slughorn turned around and saw that he was still there. "You don't want to be caught outside when lights out. You're a Captain …"
"Sir, I want to ask you something."
"Then hurry up, kid. Hurry up …"
"Sir, I want to ask if you know about … Horcruxes."
The expression on Slughorn's face changed, but it was back again. The room was filled with fog, and nothing could be seen clearly.
Next to Elwyn, there was only a puzzled Harry and a serene smile on Dumbledore's face.
Then, Slughorn's voice rang out again, just like before.
No, it sounded a little angry!
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