Chapter 557: Pure academic research, splitting the soul 7 times?
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Jing Shen Tian Si
"I don't mind." Hagrid cried sadly, "It's useless anyway. You and Aaron can just discuss the difference."
"Discussing... points?" Slughorn looked at Aaron in surprise, and asked with some guilt: "Are you also interested in the venom of the Acromantula?"
"Professor, you know me. I'm definitely not doing it for money. Even if a pint can sell for hundreds of galleons, it doesn't have much appeal to me." Aaron said righteously, "I just think the venom of the Acromantula It’s a precious magic material, and I want to see if I can use it to research an antidote.”
"Oh!" Slughorn said with a sudden look on his face, "Purely academic research, right? Me too."
Aaron: …
If you hadn't looked away from me, I would have almost believed you.
The two looked at each other and walked to Aragog's head in tacit understanding, their two large curved claws motionless in the moonlight.
"Professor, you are the elder, please go first." Aaron said very politely.
"You should come first!" Slughorn was still a little embarrassed in front of the students, "I usually carry a few glass bottles with me, hiss...Merlin's beard!"
The corners of Slughorn's mouth twitched violently, and he stopped pretending to be polite and immediately took out a glass bottle to collect the venom.
Because Aaron took out a glass bucket from a white magic circle. If he had collected it first, he might not even be able to get a hair out of it when it was his turn.
After a while, several glass bottles were filled with high-quality venom.
Slughorn showed a satisfied smile, his visit tonight was not in vain, he earned half a month's salary for this trip.
Aaron shrugged and pushed the glass bucket under the claws.
He directly took out his wand, extracted all the venom from the claws, and put every last drop in the bucket.
"Done." Aaron put the glass bucket into the dressing room and showed the eager Professor Slughorn what a pattern was.
This is the standard for academic research. What can be studied with just a few glass bottles?
"May I say a few words of eulogy, Hagrid?" Slughorn asked.
"if you are willing to."
Slughorn bowed slightly, faced Aragog's body, and said in a solemn tone: "Farewell, Aragog, King of Spiders. Your body may decay, but your soul will live forever. .
In this way, your human friends will find some comfort in their long-lasting grief..."
Listening to the condolences, Aaron couldn't help but feel emotional.
Just a few pints of venom in exchange for a decent funeral, and Aragog wasn't at a loss.
The funeral was not officially over until Slughorn waved his wand, completely burying Aragog and making a small earthen bag in its place.
Hagrid cried louder, and it took a lot of effort for several people to bring him back to the hut.
"I think we have to drink something." Slughorn placed several bottles of wine on the table. "Drink with confidence. I asked a house elf to taste every bottle of wine to confirm that it is non-toxic."
"Thank you, Professor, but Hermione must not know about this." Aaron reminded, "She is too sympathetic to the house elves. Although your behavior seems normal to most people, it may Affect your great image in her heart."
"I will adopt the suggestions of outstanding students appropriately. I won't do it next time." Slughorn smiled, then took out a few glasses and poured a glass of wine each.
Hagrid had his own large mug, and Slughorn poured a bottle of wine directly into it.
"Here, raise a glass to Aragog."
"For Aragog." x3.
Hagrid, Slughorn, and Aaron all took a swig, but Harry seemed to realize something and simply took a sip before placing the glass on the table.
After three rounds of drinking, Aaron's face turned red and he looked dazed and on the verge of being drunk. Hagrid and Slughorn were talking and singing. Only Harry sat aside and kept his head clear. , and refill the glasses for the three of them from time to time.
"I raised it from an egg. When it first hatched, it was just a little kid, not much bigger than a Pekingese.
You know, Pekingese? "
"Of course I know." Aaron said intermittently, "It's about [-] to [-] centimeters. It was about the same size when my Abe hatched from the egg, although he has grown a lot now.
However, the dragon's lifespan is definitely longer than that of the Acromantula, and it is not an ordinary dragon, it can evolve. "
The corner of Slughorn's mouth unconsciously raised an arc. He didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain tonight.
As the saying goes, you can tell the truth after drinking, but he didn't think a student who hadn't graduated could drink better than him.
"It can still evolve! Are there any changes after evolution?"
"This is a secret. I don't tell most people."
"Drink, drink," Slughorn advised.
Aaron raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
"You tell me and I promise not to tell anyone else."
"And me." Hagrid said while suppressing his drunkenness.
"I'll tell you after another drink."
Hagrid and Slughorn exchanged glances, each drank a glass of wine, and waited with interest for Aaron's answer.
"The first time it evolved, it gained the ability to breathe fire."
"That's it? Norbert breathed fire right after he was born."
"What about the second time?" Slughorn asked.
"I...I seem to have forgotten."
After saying that, Aaron lay down on the table and closed his eyes.
"Forget it, wait until next time!" Slughorn murmured regretfully, and then continued to drink with Hagrid, and successfully got a few unicorn tail feathers from him.
"I once had a fish named Francis who was close to me.
One afternoon, I went downstairs and looked and it was gone. "Slughorn spread his hands melancholy, "'Poof' and disappeared, but I guess this is life!
You live a life that suddenly, 'poof' is gone. "
"How terrible!" Hagrid snorted and fell backwards, snoring loudly.
Harry laughed and gradually looked at Slughorn.
His luck told him that now was the opportunity he had been waiting for.
Slughorn was half drunk and half awake, and the atmosphere was set well. Apart from the two drunk men, they were the only ones left, and they could talk about some topics that he had always avoided.
The two people's eyes met, and Slughorn saw a pair of familiar green eyes very clearly, and his thoughts gradually returned to the past.
"Francis was given to me by a student.
One spring afternoon, I saw a small bowl on my table. Inside was a shallow pool of clear water, with a petal floating on the water.
I was looking at it, but it sank. Just when it was about to hit the bottom of the bowl, it deformed and turned into a small fish. It was really wonderful and pleasing to the eye.
The petals are lilies, as beautiful as your mother.
The day I came downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, was also the day your mother..." Slughorn's voice weakened, "I know why you are here, but I can't help you, and helping you will ruin it. Myself. "
Harry took a deep breath and said after a few seconds of silence: "Do you know how I survived, Professor?
She sacrificed herself that night when I got this scar on my forehead. She was unwilling to leave me in order to survive. Her love was more powerful than Voldemort's power. "
"Don't say his name." Slughorn shuddered.
"I'm not afraid, Professor." Harry stood up and walked slowly to him, "Let me tell you something! Something that others only guessed.
The prophecy is true, I am the savior, only I can defeat him, but before that I need that memory. "
"Savior?" A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Slughorn's forehead. "Harry, I can help you in many ways, but your request..."
"Be brave, Professor." Harry said mysteriously, "Be like my mother, otherwise you will only bring shame to her, otherwise her death will be worthless, otherwise the bowl in your heart will always be empty."
Three consecutive 'otherwise's stabbed Slughorn in the heart like a sharp knife. When he broke through the defense, he took out the wand from his pocket and took out an empty glass bottle.
“Please don’t look down on me after reading this.
Even then, you couldn't imagine how powerful he was. "
The black wand pulled out a thread of silver-like memory from his temple. It weighed nothing, but was as heavy as a thousand pounds, so that his hands were constantly shaking.
Harry knew what he should do, and quickly held Slughorn's left hand holding the glass bottle, guiding him to put this crucial memory into it.
"Thank you, Professor."
"You are a good boy with eyes like hers. Please don't think too bad of me." Slughorn said exhaustedly, then buried his head in his arms and fell into a trap just like Hagrid. sleep.
Harry looked at the glass bottle containing the memory, breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped down in the chair as if he had finished a battle.
He didn't know how to say those persuasive words himself. The effect was obvious, but it was a bit draining on his brain cells.
"Finally finished."
At this time, a light-colored energy wave spread silently in the hut. Harry felt his vision go dark and lost consciousness. The glass bottle in his hand was also smashed straight to the floor.
Snapped!
Aaron stretched out his right hand and caught the glass bottle firmly.
"That's right, it's finally done." Aaron tossed the glass bottle in his hand proudly, glanced at the three people in the room, and couldn't help but smile.
Regardless of whether you are really drunk or pretending to be drunk, it will be difficult to wake up after being hit by his coma spell.
In addition to the three of them, Aaron didn't even let Hagrid's dog go.
Although it couldn't speak, he didn't dare to leave any loopholes. Who knew if someone would be crazy enough to extract the dog's memory.
"Sorry, Professor.
If you get me drunk with a few bottles of wine, our winery will be in vain.
Harry, don't blame me. This memory is different. I have to see it for myself. "
Aaron cleared the open space in the middle of the hut and placed a layer of illusion enchantment in the room. Outsiders would only see the sleeping four people and one dog.
After doing this, Aaron stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the ground.
A blue-white magic circle appeared, bringing a stone table over, and on top of the stone table was the pensieve that Aaron had bought a few years ago.
"I knew you were useful then, but now it seems I was really foresighted!" Aaron smiled, then opened the glass bottle and poured the silver substance inside into the basin.
Entering Slughorn's memory, the first half was when he entertained some outstanding students, including the young Voldemort, and everything was normal until the clock rang at eleven o'clock in the evening.
The other students left one after another, leaving him and Tom Riddle alone in the office.
"I was in the restricted section of the library a few nights ago, and I read about some rare magical material. If I remember correctly, that thing is called a Horcrux."
"Yes!" Aaron, who was standing aside, waved his right hand excitedly. He finally got to the point. After more than half a year of hard work, he finally saw the light of day.
"What did you say?" Slughorn thought he might have heard wrong.
"Horcrux, I saw this word when I was reading, but I didn't quite understand it."
"Tom, I don't know what you're reading, but this is very dark and evil stuff, very evil."
"That's why I came to you."
Slughorn hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell his student.
"A Horcrux is a vessel that hides a person's soul."
"But I don't quite understand what's going on." Tom Riddle frowned, but there was a little excitement in his voice, "Or how can it be done?"
“A person splits a part of his soul and hides it in a container, so that even if the body is attacked or even destroyed, he is still protected.
That part of the soul that is hidden will survive, in other words, live forever. "
"Absurd!" Aaron sneered, that kind of life that was not even a walking zombie would be better than a happy death.
He walked up to Tom Riddle and looked directly into his eyes. Various complex emotions such as desire, greed, and excitement flashed through him quickly, and finally turned into calmness.
"Then what can we do to split the soul?" Tom Riddle turned his back and rubbed the ring on his finger to make his voice as calm as possible.
Aaron looked at the black gemstone on the ring and immediately realized that it was not an ordinary item.
The ancestral ring of the Marvolo family, good guy, has this guy killed his uncle and grandpa's family?
"Kill?"
"Yes," Slughorn said. "Killing will divide the soul, which is a violation of the laws of nature."
“Can you only separate your soul once?
I'm just out of curiosity, sir, would it be better to have more souls?
For example, can it be divided into seven times? "
hiss!
Aaron took a deep breath and subconsciously took a few steps back.
Damn it!Still underestimated Voldemort.
This is not a ruthless person, this is pure wolf destruction!
Splitting the soul once is enough to be perverted, but splitting the soul seven times will cause the soul to be seriously missing, and you will become someone else.
However, considering Voldemort's appearance of neither human nor ghost, it is not impossible to split his soul seven times.
"Merlin's beard!
Tom, isn't it terrible enough to kill someone?
If the soul is divided into seven parts..." Slughorn seemed to feel a deep uneasiness, "These are just assumptions, right Tom?Is it purely an academic discussion? "
"That's natural, Professor.
Just think of it as a little secret between us. "
"Discussing... points?" Slughorn looked at Aaron in surprise, and asked with some guilt: "Are you also interested in the venom of the Acromantula?"
"Professor, you know me. I'm definitely not doing it for money. Even if a pint can sell for hundreds of galleons, it doesn't have much appeal to me." Aaron said righteously, "I just think the venom of the Acromantula It’s a precious magic material, and I want to see if I can use it to research an antidote.”
"Oh!" Slughorn said with a sudden look on his face, "Purely academic research, right? Me too."
Aaron: …
If you hadn't looked away from me, I would have almost believed you.
The two looked at each other and walked to Aragog's head in tacit understanding, their two large curved claws motionless in the moonlight.
"Professor, you are the elder, please go first." Aaron said very politely.
"You should come first!" Slughorn was still a little embarrassed in front of the students, "I usually carry a few glass bottles with me, hiss...Merlin's beard!"
The corners of Slughorn's mouth twitched violently, and he stopped pretending to be polite and immediately took out a glass bottle to collect the venom.
Because Aaron took out a glass bucket from a white magic circle. If he had collected it first, he might not even be able to get a hair out of it when it was his turn.
After a while, several glass bottles were filled with high-quality venom.
Slughorn showed a satisfied smile, his visit tonight was not in vain, he earned half a month's salary for this trip.
Aaron shrugged and pushed the glass bucket under the claws.
He directly took out his wand, extracted all the venom from the claws, and put every last drop in the bucket.
"Done." Aaron put the glass bucket into the dressing room and showed the eager Professor Slughorn what a pattern was.
This is the standard for academic research. What can be studied with just a few glass bottles?
"May I say a few words of eulogy, Hagrid?" Slughorn asked.
"if you are willing to."
Slughorn bowed slightly, faced Aragog's body, and said in a solemn tone: "Farewell, Aragog, King of Spiders. Your body may decay, but your soul will live forever. .
In this way, your human friends will find some comfort in their long-lasting grief..."
Listening to the condolences, Aaron couldn't help but feel emotional.
Just a few pints of venom in exchange for a decent funeral, and Aragog wasn't at a loss.
The funeral was not officially over until Slughorn waved his wand, completely burying Aragog and making a small earthen bag in its place.
Hagrid cried louder, and it took a lot of effort for several people to bring him back to the hut.
"I think we have to drink something." Slughorn placed several bottles of wine on the table. "Drink with confidence. I asked a house elf to taste every bottle of wine to confirm that it is non-toxic."
"Thank you, Professor, but Hermione must not know about this." Aaron reminded, "She is too sympathetic to the house elves. Although your behavior seems normal to most people, it may Affect your great image in her heart."
"I will adopt the suggestions of outstanding students appropriately. I won't do it next time." Slughorn smiled, then took out a few glasses and poured a glass of wine each.
Hagrid had his own large mug, and Slughorn poured a bottle of wine directly into it.
"Here, raise a glass to Aragog."
"For Aragog." x3.
Hagrid, Slughorn, and Aaron all took a swig, but Harry seemed to realize something and simply took a sip before placing the glass on the table.
After three rounds of drinking, Aaron's face turned red and he looked dazed and on the verge of being drunk. Hagrid and Slughorn were talking and singing. Only Harry sat aside and kept his head clear. , and refill the glasses for the three of them from time to time.
"I raised it from an egg. When it first hatched, it was just a little kid, not much bigger than a Pekingese.
You know, Pekingese? "
"Of course I know." Aaron said intermittently, "It's about [-] to [-] centimeters. It was about the same size when my Abe hatched from the egg, although he has grown a lot now.
However, the dragon's lifespan is definitely longer than that of the Acromantula, and it is not an ordinary dragon, it can evolve. "
The corner of Slughorn's mouth unconsciously raised an arc. He didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain tonight.
As the saying goes, you can tell the truth after drinking, but he didn't think a student who hadn't graduated could drink better than him.
"It can still evolve! Are there any changes after evolution?"
"This is a secret. I don't tell most people."
"Drink, drink," Slughorn advised.
Aaron raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
"You tell me and I promise not to tell anyone else."
"And me." Hagrid said while suppressing his drunkenness.
"I'll tell you after another drink."
Hagrid and Slughorn exchanged glances, each drank a glass of wine, and waited with interest for Aaron's answer.
"The first time it evolved, it gained the ability to breathe fire."
"That's it? Norbert breathed fire right after he was born."
"What about the second time?" Slughorn asked.
"I...I seem to have forgotten."
After saying that, Aaron lay down on the table and closed his eyes.
"Forget it, wait until next time!" Slughorn murmured regretfully, and then continued to drink with Hagrid, and successfully got a few unicorn tail feathers from him.
"I once had a fish named Francis who was close to me.
One afternoon, I went downstairs and looked and it was gone. "Slughorn spread his hands melancholy, "'Poof' and disappeared, but I guess this is life!
You live a life that suddenly, 'poof' is gone. "
"How terrible!" Hagrid snorted and fell backwards, snoring loudly.
Harry laughed and gradually looked at Slughorn.
His luck told him that now was the opportunity he had been waiting for.
Slughorn was half drunk and half awake, and the atmosphere was set well. Apart from the two drunk men, they were the only ones left, and they could talk about some topics that he had always avoided.
The two people's eyes met, and Slughorn saw a pair of familiar green eyes very clearly, and his thoughts gradually returned to the past.
"Francis was given to me by a student.
One spring afternoon, I saw a small bowl on my table. Inside was a shallow pool of clear water, with a petal floating on the water.
I was looking at it, but it sank. Just when it was about to hit the bottom of the bowl, it deformed and turned into a small fish. It was really wonderful and pleasing to the eye.
The petals are lilies, as beautiful as your mother.
The day I came downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, was also the day your mother..." Slughorn's voice weakened, "I know why you are here, but I can't help you, and helping you will ruin it. Myself. "
Harry took a deep breath and said after a few seconds of silence: "Do you know how I survived, Professor?
She sacrificed herself that night when I got this scar on my forehead. She was unwilling to leave me in order to survive. Her love was more powerful than Voldemort's power. "
"Don't say his name." Slughorn shuddered.
"I'm not afraid, Professor." Harry stood up and walked slowly to him, "Let me tell you something! Something that others only guessed.
The prophecy is true, I am the savior, only I can defeat him, but before that I need that memory. "
"Savior?" A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Slughorn's forehead. "Harry, I can help you in many ways, but your request..."
"Be brave, Professor." Harry said mysteriously, "Be like my mother, otherwise you will only bring shame to her, otherwise her death will be worthless, otherwise the bowl in your heart will always be empty."
Three consecutive 'otherwise's stabbed Slughorn in the heart like a sharp knife. When he broke through the defense, he took out the wand from his pocket and took out an empty glass bottle.
“Please don’t look down on me after reading this.
Even then, you couldn't imagine how powerful he was. "
The black wand pulled out a thread of silver-like memory from his temple. It weighed nothing, but was as heavy as a thousand pounds, so that his hands were constantly shaking.
Harry knew what he should do, and quickly held Slughorn's left hand holding the glass bottle, guiding him to put this crucial memory into it.
"Thank you, Professor."
"You are a good boy with eyes like hers. Please don't think too bad of me." Slughorn said exhaustedly, then buried his head in his arms and fell into a trap just like Hagrid. sleep.
Harry looked at the glass bottle containing the memory, breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped down in the chair as if he had finished a battle.
He didn't know how to say those persuasive words himself. The effect was obvious, but it was a bit draining on his brain cells.
"Finally finished."
At this time, a light-colored energy wave spread silently in the hut. Harry felt his vision go dark and lost consciousness. The glass bottle in his hand was also smashed straight to the floor.
Snapped!
Aaron stretched out his right hand and caught the glass bottle firmly.
"That's right, it's finally done." Aaron tossed the glass bottle in his hand proudly, glanced at the three people in the room, and couldn't help but smile.
Regardless of whether you are really drunk or pretending to be drunk, it will be difficult to wake up after being hit by his coma spell.
In addition to the three of them, Aaron didn't even let Hagrid's dog go.
Although it couldn't speak, he didn't dare to leave any loopholes. Who knew if someone would be crazy enough to extract the dog's memory.
"Sorry, Professor.
If you get me drunk with a few bottles of wine, our winery will be in vain.
Harry, don't blame me. This memory is different. I have to see it for myself. "
Aaron cleared the open space in the middle of the hut and placed a layer of illusion enchantment in the room. Outsiders would only see the sleeping four people and one dog.
After doing this, Aaron stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the ground.
A blue-white magic circle appeared, bringing a stone table over, and on top of the stone table was the pensieve that Aaron had bought a few years ago.
"I knew you were useful then, but now it seems I was really foresighted!" Aaron smiled, then opened the glass bottle and poured the silver substance inside into the basin.
Entering Slughorn's memory, the first half was when he entertained some outstanding students, including the young Voldemort, and everything was normal until the clock rang at eleven o'clock in the evening.
The other students left one after another, leaving him and Tom Riddle alone in the office.
"I was in the restricted section of the library a few nights ago, and I read about some rare magical material. If I remember correctly, that thing is called a Horcrux."
"Yes!" Aaron, who was standing aside, waved his right hand excitedly. He finally got to the point. After more than half a year of hard work, he finally saw the light of day.
"What did you say?" Slughorn thought he might have heard wrong.
"Horcrux, I saw this word when I was reading, but I didn't quite understand it."
"Tom, I don't know what you're reading, but this is very dark and evil stuff, very evil."
"That's why I came to you."
Slughorn hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell his student.
"A Horcrux is a vessel that hides a person's soul."
"But I don't quite understand what's going on." Tom Riddle frowned, but there was a little excitement in his voice, "Or how can it be done?"
“A person splits a part of his soul and hides it in a container, so that even if the body is attacked or even destroyed, he is still protected.
That part of the soul that is hidden will survive, in other words, live forever. "
"Absurd!" Aaron sneered, that kind of life that was not even a walking zombie would be better than a happy death.
He walked up to Tom Riddle and looked directly into his eyes. Various complex emotions such as desire, greed, and excitement flashed through him quickly, and finally turned into calmness.
"Then what can we do to split the soul?" Tom Riddle turned his back and rubbed the ring on his finger to make his voice as calm as possible.
Aaron looked at the black gemstone on the ring and immediately realized that it was not an ordinary item.
The ancestral ring of the Marvolo family, good guy, has this guy killed his uncle and grandpa's family?
"Kill?"
"Yes," Slughorn said. "Killing will divide the soul, which is a violation of the laws of nature."
“Can you only separate your soul once?
I'm just out of curiosity, sir, would it be better to have more souls?
For example, can it be divided into seven times? "
hiss!
Aaron took a deep breath and subconsciously took a few steps back.
Damn it!Still underestimated Voldemort.
This is not a ruthless person, this is pure wolf destruction!
Splitting the soul once is enough to be perverted, but splitting the soul seven times will cause the soul to be seriously missing, and you will become someone else.
However, considering Voldemort's appearance of neither human nor ghost, it is not impossible to split his soul seven times.
"Merlin's beard!
Tom, isn't it terrible enough to kill someone?
If the soul is divided into seven parts..." Slughorn seemed to feel a deep uneasiness, "These are just assumptions, right Tom?Is it purely an academic discussion? "
"That's natural, Professor.
Just think of it as a little secret between us. "
