Slughorn did not answer. He seemed to be thinking, but also seemed confused.
The effect of alcohol was working on him. Harry had just mentioned his mother. What happened four years ago had touched Slughorn's heartstrings and made him open his heart. Lily used to be his favorite student, so Slughorn attached great importance to this kind of thing.
There was no doubt that he was sad. Because of Harry's words, he fell into infinite sadness and cried hard.
Elwyn never thought that a wizard like Slughorn, who focused on enjoyment and interests, would cry, let alone cry like this.
This sadness was really emotional, no less than Hagrid's nostalgia for Aragok.
Slughorn, the typical Slytherin Wizard, was an annoying guy. Elwyn suddenly had a much better impression of him. The people of Slytherin Academy were often more realistic, focused on power and power, and clearly knew what they wanted.
For these interests, it was easy for them to go further and further down the dark path, but this did not mean that they had no feelings.
They were an inseparable part of the Hogwarts. Slytherin's will was a kind of the will of the Hogwarts, just like the four founders. Although they had different backgrounds, different ideas, and different ideals, they gathered together for a common and noble purpose. They gathered on this land and let their will be passed on through the Hogwarts in the magic world.
In the end, their initial persistence and beliefs fundamentally changed the magic world, and they taught students one after another.
As the Sorting Hat said, "Slytherin, Slytherin, here you will meet cunning and insidious people who will do anything, but you will also make the most sincere friends. They will not easily open their hearts and express their feelings, but they will remember these feelings deeply in their hearts."
Slughorn cried silently, immersed in the memory of the past, like a helpless old man.
"Professor, give me that memory," said Harry. Harry said, "I have to kill him. I need that memory. Between me and the Lord Voldemort, only one can survive. There is no other choice. For myself, for my mother, I have to defeat him."
Slughorn's face was even paler than before.
"Between you and him … only one of you can survive?" he asked.
"Yes," said Harry calmly.
"I can prove it. I was there and saw the prophecy." Elwyn said, "The Lord Voldemort chose Harry. He marked him as his enemy. When Harry was still a baby, only one of them survived."
"Heavens, could this be the content of that prophecy?"
"Yes, so we need the help of that memory, Professor. Give it to us."
"But, but, my dear children, you are asking for too much … In fact, you are asking me to help you destroy …"
"Soul artifact, yes, this is exactly what we wish to destroy." Harry said calmly.
Because of this word, Slughorn shuddered violently and looked even more terrified.
"Believe us, Professor. The Lord Voldemort is not only terrible now because of the soul artifact. He also hopes to obtain the powerful power from the ancient forbidden creatures. He hopes to become as evil as them, and the price he has to pay is that the whole magic world may be buried with him." Elwyn said quickly, "We must stop him. Destroying all the soul artifacts is the first step, a necessary step."
Slughorn seemed to be petrified. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his mouth opened for a long time without saying anything.
"Even if it's not for others, you should think about my mother," said Harry. The Blessing Potion told him what to say at this time. "Professor, don't you want to get rid of the wizard who killed Lily Evans and avenge her?"
"Oh my God, Harry, Harry, I do, of course I do …" Slughorn broke down. "I should have stopped him. I have an obligation to stop him. He used to be my student. I am responsible for him becoming what he is today. I have confessed countless times in the night. If I had done more, or if I hadn't … Maybe today's things wouldn't have turned out this way. "
"If you think you are also responsible, then help us stop him, Professor."
"No, no, I, I don't … I can't do it, I …" Slughorn murmured.
"Are you afraid that he will find out that you helped us?"
Slughorn did not speak, but it was obvious that this was what he was afraid of.
"I hope you are as brave as my mother, Professor …" said Harry.
Slughorn raised his fat hand and pressed his trembling fingers to his tear-soaked mouth.
"Okay." For a moment, he looked like a huge baby. He murmured through his fingers, "The memory you want, I have always been ashamed of what it shows. I feel disgraceful. I may have done a lot of harm that day …"
"It's just the beginning of the harm, Professor. Don't forget what I said just now." Elwyn reminded him. "To defeat Lord Voldemort, destroying all the soul vessels is the first step. Your memory is especially important. If you are ashamed of it, then give it to us, and everything will be canceled. On the contrary, it is a very brave and noble thing to do. We will be proud of you."
Hagrid twitched in his dream and continued to snore.
Slughorn, Elwyn, and Harry looked at each other through the tear-soaked candle. The silence lasted for a long time.
He seemed to have calmed down. Elwyn did not speak again. The Blessing Potion also told Harry not to break the silence and to wait a little longer.
Finally, very slowly, Slughorn reached into his pocket and took out his wand. With his other hand, he fumbled under his cloak for a small empty bottle. Still looking Harry in the eye, he put the tip of the wand to his temple and took it away.
The tip of the staff carried a long silvery thread of memory. It stretched longer and longer, and finally broke. Silver light flashed on the tip of the staff.
Slughorn dropped it into the bottle and the silver curled up, then unfurled, spiraling like a gas.
He closed the bottle cap with his trembling hand and passed it to Harry across the table, as if he had used up all his strength.
"Thank you very much, Professor."
"You're a good boy, Harry." "You have eyes like hers. I hope you don't think too badly of me after seeing this..." Slughorn said, tears once again running down his fat cheeks into his walrus whiskers. "You have eyes like hers. I hope you don't think too badly of me after seeing this..."
"I know, Professor!" Harry said softly.
"And you, Elwyn, I always knew that you were as brave as Harry, far braver than I was. I never had the courage to fight him. I was afraid of death, afraid of power, afraid of that kind of evil. I chose to run away, but I don't want the terrible things you said to happen. If this is the future I will face, I will choose to join the fight, for, for..."
He did not finish. Because of the alcohol, he put his head in his arms, sighed, and fell asleep!
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