Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "...I wonder if I'm fortunate enough to be able to come to your house for a story?"

In the end, Slughorn nodded.

Although he is still not sure about Maca's coming, since he is from Hogwarts, it is always the right choice not to take the initiative.

But for Slughorn, since he could not avoid others, it has actually explained a lot of problems.

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

This house is actually quite spacious, but perhaps because its owner has stuffed too many daily necessities, it makes people feel a bit crowded and messy.

In the living room where Maca is served, there are soft chairs with backrests, low stools, piles of soft cushions, etc., and books, drinks, and snacks are all within easy reach on the coffee table covered with blankets.

Flames burned in the big fireplace, making this room warm even in the corners.

If it is clean and tidy, it is even comparable to Maca's office; but if you look at the comfort of daily life, I believe no one will dislike this room.

Before being on the soft sofa, Maca first took out several wine bottles from her waist and put them on the coffee table as visiting gifts.

But then, after he sank himself into the sofa, he asked a question that was enough to bring the room temperature down to freezing point.

"Mr. Slughorn, Voldemort, he--" The fat old man trembled as soon as Maca mentioned the name, "...how much does he pay you?"

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

"I'm not talking nonsense," Maca smiled. "Originally, I was just a lobbyist today. Next school year, Hogwarts needs a new potions professor—"

"I won't go!" Slughorn rushed.

"No, didn't I? That's just my'original' purpose," Maca explained. "If Professor McGonagall hadn't come to ask me if I had a suitable candidate, I wouldn't have come to you..."

He paused, but then went on: "But in fact, I started paying attention to you a few months ago... Do you understand what I said?"

"Oh-I actually prefer mead!" Slughorn picked up the bottle on the table casually, and said perfunctorily while looking at the label, "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 this house from the Muggle owner and lived here for a long time." Ka leisurely said, "I think I can understand what happened during this period."

"I just wanted to look around and choose a place suitable for the elderly!" Slughorn still insisted, "As you can see, when you are older, it is time to enjoy the leisurely life of your old age."

"Why bother?" Maca shook his head, "If that's the case, why don't you show me your arm?"

When Slughorn heard this, his expression finally changed, and after a moment of silence, he sighed heavily.

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

"Yes," Maca nodded calmly, "I think, without me coming to find you, you will take the initiative to go back to Hogwarts... right?"

"How, how is it possible..." Slughorn immediately shook his head, "I believe you know better than me how dangerous Hogwarts are in recent years-how could I run to find hardship? "

"Because it may not be safe here," Maca said without hesitation. "From the time you were unable to refuse - you know, from the time you were unable to refuse his solicitation, you were already embroiled in danger. Although you have always liked to make good friends with outstanding people, but the kind of "excellent" like Riddle, I am afraid that it will only make you deeply troubled, right?"

"...You won't understand." Slughorn stared at the pattern on the table blanket silently, and after another moment of silence, he uttered such a word.

But Maca just smiled calmly.

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

"What?" Slughorn raised his head abruptly, an inexplicable surprise flashed in his eyes.

Maca thought carefully, and decided to reveal some less important information to the fat old man.

"In order to eliminate your worries--" he spread his hand out, "Of course, it is also to let you stand on our side as soon as possible, I will tell you directly!"

Having said this, Maca deliberately paused again, causing Slughorn to concentrate again.

"... Horcrux, he learned the method of splitting souls from you, right?"

"How could you—"

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

"There are seven Horcruxes of Voldemort, and six of them are in my hands."

"Really... seven times?" Slughorn's hand couldn't help trembling, "How can... the human soul can withstand seven divisions?"

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

"Really?" Slughorn said hesitantly, "how did you know?"

"It's written in some ancient books," Maca shrugged. "I still have a little research on soul magic."

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

"No, in fact, there are only six Horcruxes he took the initiative to manufacture--" Maca replied, "Each time a soul is divided, it takes a long period of warming up. It is impossible for him to continuously manufacture Horcruxes. However, in his production After the sixth Horcrux was released,...you know."

"... died in Potter's house?" Slughorn couldn't help but subconsciously continued.

"That's right!" Maca nodded.

"What about the seventh one?" Slughorn asked quickly. "He made another one after his resurrection?"

"It's a pity that I can't explain more about this seventh Horcrux for the time being..." Maca said, "but I can tell you clearly that that one is in my hands."

"Then how can you be sure that he didn't continue making Horcrux after he was resurrected?" Slughorn asked suspiciously.

"This is related to his other secret," Maca hesitated for a moment, "you should already know it? After he was resurrected, his power became very unusual."

"Yes...the terrible black air..." Slughorn recalled shudderingly.

"That's it," Maca said, "because of the new power he has acquired, he doesn't dare to continue making Horcrux now, I dare say-he dare not even let his soul shake a little bit! "

"I can understand," Slughorn nodded, "I saw him by chance once before, and he was constantly emitting black smoke out of his body-that should be the situation where his power suddenly went away!"

Maca looked at him non-committal, and after a short while, the conversation changed.

"Hmm... Then, since you have said so much, I think you should be able to decide too?"

As soon as these words came out, Slughorn fell into contemplation again.

He actually knew the reason why Maca informed him of these "important information".

First, Maca wanted to let him know that Voldemort’s secrets weren’t even a secret in Maca’s eyes, as if everything was in his grasp; and second, these words would undoubtedly become a kind to him. Bondage.

No matter which side he finally decided to stand on, these words were impossible for him to tell Voldemort.Once he speaks out in front of Voldemort, not only will there be no reward, but he will undoubtedly be killed on the spot.

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

If Voldemort knew that the secret of the Horcrux might have been leaked, he would definitely be the first suspect.

"...Why do you want me to return to Hogwarts?" Slughorn suddenly asked Maca, "What is my value? Need you to exchange these secrets?"

"Huh?" Maca glanced at him and said, "Although I haven't thought about the value... However, for Voldemort's less helper, it will undoubtedly be easier for us, isn't it?"

"Because of this?" Slughorn hesitated.

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

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

"Look! Didn't I just say it before I came in?" Maca smiled, "You have a good reputation in the magical world of England—and even the magical world around the world. For your extensive and heavy weight I really value the social circle."

"So, are you sure you can... guarantee my safety?" Slughorn pondered for a while, suddenly craned his neck, and asked cautiously.

"Of course!" Maca nodded decisively, "As long as you don't run around and stay at Hogwarts, I think if Voldemort attacks again, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"You are so confident..." Slughorn twitched.

"Moderate self-confidence can win people's trust," Maca did not deny this. "Sometimes, excessive self-humility can make others unhappy!"

"Let me think about it again!" Slughorn sighed.

"Of course it's okay, it's too early for the next school year!" Maca said, turning his head and gestured towards the door suddenly, "However, for you, I am afraid that time is not as abundant as you imagined."