When Sherlock returned to Hogwarts, it was almost midnight.
Instead of bringing Rodolphs and the other four back to the castle, he called Kingsley and asked him to bring the four Death Eaters back to the Ministry of Magic.
Neither Hogwarts Castle nor 12 Grimo Square are suitable for wizards.
Besides, in the interrogation of the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic can be said to be in communication with each other, so there was no unnecessary consideration and let Kingsley take them away directly.
Hilk was waiting for Sherlock in Hogsmeade Village, and then walked into the castle with him.
Although Rodolphs and the four of them were also very important, they could pry out a lot of information about Voldemort from their mouths, but the biggest gain tonight was Slughorn’s memory.
After asking Shilk to go back to rest first, Sherlock went straight to the principal’s office with this memory.
Dumbledore was not asleep yet, and the office was brightly lit. Not only was he waiting for Sherlock, but he was also speeding up handling of official duties that he had not completed during the day.
He also holds many positions. Recently, the search for Horcrux involves most of his energy during the day and can only deal with these complicated things at night.
Seeing Sherlock, Dumbledore raised his head tiredly and rubbed his temples, with a gentle expression on his face.
“It seems you have gained something this time?”
Sherlock didn’t keep it in his arms. He took out the bottle containing memory from his pocket and placed it on his desk.
“At first, Professor Slughorn didn’t want to give me this memory. Later, I drank some wine with him and said something, and he changed his mind.”
After that, he also told Dumbledore about the capture of Rodolphs and the others, but these were not the focus of tonight.
Dumbledore put down the documents in his hand and took out the meditation basin from the cabinet behind the office.
“Let’s see how Riddle got the Horcrux message from Horace that year. I hope this memory can help us.”
As he said, he used his magic wand to pull the silver thread in the glass bottle and put it into the meditation basin.
The next moment, the meditation basin was filled with silver substance that looked like liquid and gas.
Dumbledore and Sherlock looked at each other, and then without hesitation, they entered this memory together.
This is an office that is obviously different from any teacher’s office in Hogwarts today.
Slughorn had already looked like a fat walrus when he was young.
He has a thick lusterGrassy yellow hair and a ginger mustache, sitting in a comfortable winged armchair, resting his feet on a large velvet cushion, holding a small glass of wine in one hand and picking in a box of candied jackfruit with the other.
Six or seven teenage boys sat around Slughorn, among them Tom Riddle.
When she saw this scene, Sherlock’s eyes were staring at Slughorn, while Dumbledore’s eyes were attracted by a black ring in Riddle’s hand at the beginning.
Riddle was asking Slughorn when they arrived.
“Sir, is Professor Melles going to retire?”
“Tom, I know I can’t tell you.”
Slughorn shaved a frosted finger at him, but blinked again.
“I have to say, I want to know where your news came from, kid. You know more than half of the teachers.”
Riddle smiled slightly, and the other boys laughed, throwing admiring eyes at him.
“You are a ghost, you know what you shouldn’t know, and you will be careful to please the important people. Thank you for your pineapple. I guessed it. This is my favorite.”
Several boys snickered, and Slughorn said half jokingly and half seriously.
“I believe you will be promoted to Minister of Magic within twenty years. Maybe it’s only fifteen years, if you often give me candied jackfruit. I have a very strong relationship in the ministry.”
The other boys laughed again, and Tom Riddle just smiled slightly.
Sherlock noticed that he was by no means the oldest of these boys, but they all seemed to see him as the leader.
“I don’t know if politics is suitable for me, sir.” After the laughter gradually stopped, Tom Riddle said, “First of all, I don’t have any deep background.”
The two boys next to him looked at each other. They should have thought of a private joke, undoubtedly they knew or guessed, and related to their boss’s prominent ancestors.
Sherlock only noticed that one of the boys had a familiar face.
It was he who caught the Death Eater today—Rodolphus Lestrange.
“What do you mean?” Slughorn said cheerfully, “Your talent must come from a decent family of wizards. This is clear. You have a bright future, Tom, I have never missed a student.”
The golden bell on the desk called eleven o’clock.
“God, it’s time? It’s time to leave, kids, or we’ll be in trouble. Lestrang, hand in paper tomorrow, or you’ll be in jail, and so do you, Avery.”
BoyThey fished out, Slughorn climbed out of the chair and took the empty cup to the table, the movement behind him turned around, and Riddle was still standing there.
“Hurry up, Tom, you don’t want to be caught and the lights are still out, you’re the predecessor…”
“Sir, I want to ask you something.”
“Then ask, kid, ask…”
“Sir, I want to ask if you know… Horcrux.”
Slughorn stared at him, his fat fingers stroked the cup’s feet absent-mindedly.
“The subject of black magic defense, is it?”
Sherlock could see that Slughorn knew it was not a school homework.
“No, sir, I saw it in the book, I don’t understand it very much.”
Slughorn obviously didn’t want to talk to Riddle about the topic of Horcrux.
It’s just that Riddle’s hesitant, inadvertent tone and clever compliments were not overestimated at all.
From the third perspective, Sherlock could see that he actually wanted to know this information. The organization’s wording and speaking attitude were obviously planned for a long time.