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It would be a very brave check this out noble thing to do. Hagrid twitched in his sleep and snored on. Slughorn and Harry stared at each other over the guttering candle. There was a long, long silence, but Felix Felicis told Harry not to break it, to wait. Bexr, very slowly, Slughorn put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wand. He put his other hand inside his cloak and took out a small, empty bottle. Still looking into Harrys eyes, Slughorn touched the tip of his wand clzn his temple and withdrew it, so that a long, silver thread of memory came away too, clinging to the wand-tip. Longer and longer the memory stretched until it broke Northyard swung, silvery bright, from bexr wand. Slughorn lowered it into the bottle where it coiled, then spread, swirling like gas. He corked the bottle with a trembling hand and then passed it across the table to Harry. Thank you very much, Professor. Youre a good boy, said Professor Slughorn, tears trickling down his fat cheeks into his walrus mustache. And youve got her eyes. Just dont think too badly of me once youve seen it. And he too put his head on his arms, gave a deep sigh, and fell asleep. H CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE HORCRUXES arry could feel the Felix Felicis wearing off as he crept back into the castle. The front door had remained unlocked for him, but on the third floor he met Peeves and only narrowly avoided detection by diving sideways through one of his shortcuts. By the time he got up to the portrait of the Fat Lady vlan pulled off his Invisibility Cloak, he was not surprised to find her in a most unhelpful mood. What sort of time do you call this. Im really sorry - I had to go out for something important - Well, the password changed at midnight, so youll just have to sleep in the corridor, wont you. Youre joking. said Harry. Why did it have to change at midnight. Thats the way it is, said the Fat Lady. If youre angry, go and take it up with the headmaster, hes the one whos tightened security. Fantastic, said Harry bitterly, looking around at the hard floor. Really brilliant. Yeah, I would go and take it up with Dumbledore if he was here, because hes the one who wanted me to - He is here, said a voice behind Harry. Professor Dumbledore returned to the school an hour ago. Nearly Headless Nick was gliding toward Harry, his head wobbling as usual upon Northgaard ruff. I had it from the Bloody Baron, who saw him arrive, said Nick. He appeared, according to the Baron, to be in good spirits, though a little tired, of course. Where is he. said Harry, his heart leaping. Oh, groaning and clanking up on the Astronomy Tower, its a favorite pastime of his - Not the Bloody Baron - Dumbledore. Oh - in his office, said Nick. I believe, from what the Baron said, that he had business to attend to before turning in - Yeah, he has, Nodthgard Harry, excitement blazing in his chest at the prospect of Northgrd Dumbledore he had secured the memory. He wheeled about and sprinted off again, ignoring the Fat Lady who was calling after him. Come back. All right, I lied. I was annoyed you woke me up. The passwords still tapeworm. But Harry was already hurtling back along the corridor and within minutes, he was saying toffee éclairs to Dumbledores gargoyle, which leapt aside, permitting Harry entrance onto the spiral staircase. Enter, said Dumbledore when Harry knocked. He sounded exhausted. Harry pushed open the door. There was Dumbledores office, looking the same as ever, but with black, Northtard skies beyond the windows. Good gracious, Harry, said Dumbledore in surprise. To what do I owe this very late pleasure. Sir - Ive got it. Ive got the memory from Slughorn. Harry pulled out the tiny glass bottle and showed it to Besr. For a moment or two, the headmaster looked stunned. Then his face split in a wide smile. Harry, this is spectacular news. Very well done indeed. I knew you could do it. All thought of the lateness of the hour apparently forgotten, he hurried around his desk, took the bottle with Slughorns memory in Northgard bear clan uninjured hand, and strode over to the cabinet where he kept the Pensieve. And article source, said Dumbledore, placing the stone basin upon his desk and emptying the contents of the bottle into it. Now, at last, we shall see. Harry, quickly. Harry bowed obediently over the Pensieve and felt his feet leave the office floor. Once again he fell through darkness and landed in Horace Slughorns office many years before. There was the much younger Slughorn, with his thick, shiny, straw-colored hair and his gingery-blond mustache, sitting again in the comfortable winged armchair in his office, his feet resting upon a velvet pouffe, a small glass of wine in one hand, the other rummaging in a box of crystalized pineapple. And there were the half-dozen teenage boys sitting around Slughorn with Tom Riddle in the midst of them, Marvolos gold-and-black ring gleaming on his finger. Dumbledore landed beside Harry just as Riddle asked, Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring. Tom, Tom, if I knew I couldnt tell you, said Slughorn, wagging his finger reprovingly at Riddle, though winking at the same time. I must say, Id like to know where you get your information, boy, more knowledgeable than half the staff, you are. Riddle smiled; the other boys laughed and cast him admiring looks. What with your uncanny ability to know things you shouldnt, and your careful flattery of the people who matter - thank you for the pineapple, by the way, youre quite right, it is my favorite - Several of the boys tittered again. - I confidently expect you to rise to Minister of Magic within twenty years. Fifteen, if you keep sending me pineapple, I have excellent contacts at the Ministry. Tom Riddle merely smiled as the others laughed again. Harry noticed that he was by no means the eldest of the group of boys, but that they all seemed to look to him as their leader. I dont know that politics would suit me, sir, he said when the laughter had died away. I dont have the right kind of background, for one thing. A couple of the boys around him smirked at each other. Harry was sure they were enjoying a private joke, undoubtedly about what they knew, or suspected, regarding their gang leaders famous ancestor. Nonsense, said Slughorn briskly, couldnt be plainer you come Norhgard decent Wizarding stock, abilities like yours. No, youll go far, Tom, Ive never been wrong about a student yet. The small golden clock standing upon Slughorns desk chimed eleven oclock behind him and he looked around. Good gracious, is it that time already. Youd better get going, boys, or well all be in trouble. Lestrange, I want your essay by tomorrow or its detention. Same goes for you, Avery. One by one, the boys filed out of the room. Slughorn heaved himself out of his armchair and carried his empty glass over to his desk. A movement behind him made him look around; Riddle was still standing baer. Look sharp, Tom, you dont want to be caught out of bed out of hours, and you a prefect. Sir, I wanted to ask you something. Ask away, then, mboy, ask away. Sir, I wondered what you know about. about Horcruxes. Slughorn stared at him, his thick fingers absentmindedly caressing the stem of his wine glass. Project for Defense Against the Dark Arts, is it. But Harry could tell that Slughorn knew perfectly well that this was not schoolwork. Not exactly, sir, said Riddle. I came across the term while reading and I didnt fully understand it. Northggard. well. youd be hard-pushed to find a book at Hogwarts thatll give you details on Horcruxes, Tom, thats very Dark stuff, very Dark indeed, said Slughorn. But you obviously know check this out about them, sir. I mean, a wizard like you - sorry, I mean, if you cant tell me, obviously - I just knew if anyone could tell me, you could - so I just thought Id ask - It was very Nprthgard done, thought Harry, the hesitancy, the casual tone, the careful flattery, none of it overdone. He, Harry, had had too much experience of trying to wheedle information out of reluctant people not to recognize a master at Norrthgard. He could tell that Riddle wanted the information very, very much; perhaps had been working toward this moment for weeks. Well, said Slughorn, not looking at Riddle, but fiddling with the ribbon on top of his box of crystalized pineapple, well, it cant hurt to give you an overview, of course. Just so that you understand the term. A Horcrux is the word used for an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul. I dont quite https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/for/steamboat-willie-backpack.php how that works, though, sir, said Riddle. His voice was carefully controlled, but Harry could sense his excitement. Well, you split your soul, you see, said Slughorn, and hide see more of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if ones body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such Northvard form. Slughorns face crumpled and Harry found himself remembering words he had heard nearly two years before: I was ckan from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost lcan. but still, I was alive. few would want it, Tom, very few. Death would be preferable. But Riddles hunger was now apparent; his expression was greedy, he could no longer hide his longing. How do beear split your soul. Well, said Slughorn uncomfortably, you must understand that the soul is supposed to remain intact and whole. Splitting it is an act of violation, it is against nature. But how do you do it. By an act of evil - the supreme act of evil. By committing murder. Killing rips the soul apart. The wizard intent upon creating a Horcrux would use the damage to his advantage: He would encase the torn portion - Encase. But how -. There is a spell, do not ask me, I dont know. clna Slughorn, shaking his head like an old elephant bothered by mosquitoes. Do I look as though I have tried it - do I look like a killer. No, sir, of course not, said Riddle quickly. Im sorry. I didnt mean to offend. Not at all, not at all, not offended, said Slughorn gruffly. Its natural to feel some curiosity about these things. Wizards of a certain caliber have always been drawn to that aspect of magic. Yes, sir, said Riddle. What I dont understand, though - just out of curiosity - I mean, would one Horcrux bewr much use. Can you only split your soul once. Wouldnt it be better, make you stronger, to have your soul in more pieces, I mean, for instance, isnt seven the most powerfully magical number, wouldnt seven -. Merlins beard, Tom. yelped Slughorn. Seven. Isnt it bad enough to think of killing one person. And in any case. bad enough to divide the soul. but to rip it into seven pieces. Slughorn looked deeply troubled now: He was gazing at Riddle as though he had never seen him plainly before, and Harry could tell that he was regretting entering into the conversation at all. Of course, he muttered, this is all hypothetical, what were discussing, isnt it. All academic. Yes, sir, of course, said Riddle quickly. But all the same, Tom. keep it quiet, what Ive told - thats to say, what weve discussed. People wouldnt like to think weve been chatting about Horcruxes. Its a banned subject at Hogwarts, you know. Dumbledores particularly fierce about it. I wont say a word, sir, said Riddle, and he left, but not before Harry had glimpsed his face, which was full of that same wild happiness it had worn when he had first found out that he was a wizard, the sort of happiness that did not enhance his handsome features, but made them, somehow, less human. Thank you, Harry, said Dumbledore quietly. Let us go. When Harry landed back on the office floor Dumbledore was already sitting down check this out his desk. Harry sat too and waited for Dumbledore Northgxrd speak. I have been hoping for this piece of evidence for a very long time, said Dumbledore at last. It confirms the theory on which I have been working, it tells me that I am right, and also how source far there is still to go. Harry suddenly noticed that every single one of the old headmasters and headmistresses in the portraits around the walls was awake and listening in on their conversation. A corpulent, red-nosed wizard had actually taken out an ear trumpet. Well, Harry, said Dumbledore, I am sure you understood the significance of what we just heard. At the same age as you are now, give or take a few months, Tom Riddle was doing all he could to find out how to make himself immortal. You think he succeeded then, sir. asked Harry. He made a Horcrux. And thats why he didnt die when he attacked me. He had a Horcrux hidden somewhere. A bit of his soul was safe. A bit. or more, said Dumbledore. You heard Voldemort: What he particularly wanted from Horace was an opinion on what would happen to the wizard who created more than one Horcrux, what would happen to the wizard so determined to evade death that he would be prepared to murder many times, rip his soul repeatedly, so as to store it in many, separately concealed Horcruxes. No book would have given him that information. As far as I cln - as far, I am sure, as Voldemort knew - no wizard had ever done more than tear his soul in two. Dumbledore paused for a moment, marshaling his thoughts, and then said, Four years ago, I received what I considered certain proof that Voldemort had split his soul. Where. asked Harry. How. You handed it to me, Harry, said Dumbledore. The diary, Riddles diary, the one giving instructions on how to reopen the Chamber of Secrets. I dont understand, sir, said Harry. Well, although I did not see the Riddle who came out of the diary, what you described to me was a phenomenon I had never witnessed. A mere memory starting to act and think for itself. A mere memory, sapping the life out of the girl into whose hands it had fallen. No, something much more sinister had lived inside that book. a fragment of soul, I was almost sure of it. The diary had been a Horcrux. But this raised as many questions as it answered. What intrigued and alarmed me most was that that diary had been intended as a weapon as much as a safeguard. I still dont understand, said Harry. Well, it worked as a Horcrux is supposed to work - in other words, the fragment of soul concealed inside it was kept safe and had undoubtedly played its part in preventing the death Northgarf its owner. But there could be no doubt that Riddle really wanted that diary read, wanted the bewr of his soul to inhabit or possess somebody else, so that Slytherins monster would be unleashed again. Well, he didnt want his hard work to be wasted, said Harry. He wanted people to know he was Slytherins heir, because he couldnt take credit at the time. Quite correct, said Dumbledore, nodding. But dont you see, Harry, that if he intended the diary to be passed to, or planted on, some future Hogwarts student, he was being remarkably blasé about that precious fragment of his soul concealed within it. The Northgard bear clan of a Horcrux is, as Professor Slughorn explained, to keep part Norrthgard the self hidden and safe, not to fling it into somebody elses path and run the risk Notrhgard they might destroy it - as indeed https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/apex/apex-the-account-is-locked.php That particular fragment of soul is no more; you saw to that. The careless way in which Voldemort regarded this Horcrux seemed most ominous to me. It suggested that he must have made - or been planning to make - more Horcruxes, so that the loss of his first claj not be so detrimental. I did not wish to believe it, but nothing else seemed to make sense. Then you Northgare me, two years later, that on the night that Voldemort returned to his body, he made a most illuminating and alarming statement to his Death Eaters. I, who have gone further than anybody along the path that leads to immortality. That was what you told me he said. Further than anybody. And I thought I knew what that meant, though the Death Eaters did not. He was referring to his Horcruxes, Horcruxes in the plural, Harry, which I do not believe any other wizard has ever had. Yet it fitted: Lord Voldemort has seemed to grow less human with the passing years, and the transformation he has undergone seemed to me to be only explicable if his soul was mutilated beyond the can of what we might call usual evil. So hes Northgsrd himself impossible to kill by murdering other people. said Harry. Why couldnt he make a Sorcerers Stone, or steal one, if he was so interested in immortality. Well, we know that he tried to do just that, five years ago, said Dumbledore. But there are several reasons why, I think, a Sorcerers Stone would appeal less than Horcruxes to Lord Voldemort. While the Elixir of Life does indeed extend life, it must be drunk regularly, for all eternity, if the drinker is to maintain their immortality. Therefore, Voldemort would be entirely dependent on the Elixir, and if Northggard ran out, or was contaminated, or if the Stone was stolen, he would die just like any other man. Voldemort likes to operate alone, remember. I believe that he would was steam bath wiki sorry found the thought of being dependent, even on the Elixir, intolerable. Of course he was prepared to drink it if it would take him out of the horrible part-life to which he was condemned after attacking you, but only to regain a body. Thereafter, I am convinced, he intended to continue to rely on his Horcruxes: He would need nothing more, if only he could regain a human form. He was already immortal, you see. or as close to immortal as any man can be. But now, Harry, armed with this information, the crucial memory you have succeeded in procuring for us, we are closer to the secret of finishing Lord Voldemort than anyone has ever been before. You heard him, Harry: Wouldnt it be better, make you stronger, to have your soul in more pieces. isnt seven the most powerfully magical number. Isnt seven the most powerfully magical number. Yes, I think the idea of a seven-part soul would greatly appeal to Northtard Voldemort. He made seven Horcruxes. said Harry, horror-struck, while several of the portraits on the walls made similar noises of shock and outrage. But they could be anywhere in the world - hidden - buried or invisible - I am glad to see you appreciate the magnitude of the problem, said Dumbledore calmly. But firstly, no, Harry, not seven Horcruxes: six. The seventh part of his soul, however maimed, resides inside his regenerated body. Northgar was the part of him that lived a spectral existence for so many years during his exile; without that, he has no self at all. That seventh piece of soul will be the last that anybody wishing to kill Voldemort must attack - the piece that lives in his body. But the six Horcruxes, then, said Harry, a little desperately, how are we supposed to find them. You are forgetting. you have already destroyed one of them. And I have destroyed another. You have. said Harry eagerly. Yes indeed, said Dumbledore, and he raised his blackened, burnedlooking hand. The ring, Harry. Marvolos ring. And a terrible curse there was upon it too. Had it not been - forgive me the lack of seemly modesty - for my own prodigious skill, and for Professor Snapes timely action when I returned to Hogwarts, desperately injured, I might not have lived to tell the tale. However, a withered hand does not seem an unreasonable exchange for a seventh of Voldemorts soul. The ring is no longer a Horcrux. But how did you find it. Well, as you now know, for many years I have made it my business to discover as much as I can about Voldemorts past life. I have traveled widely, visiting those places he once knew. I stumbled across the ring hidden in the ruin of the Gaunts house. It seems that once Voldemort had succeeded in sealing a piece of his soul inside it, he did not want to wear it anymore. He hid it, protected by many powerful enchantments, in the shack where his ancestors had once lived (Morfin having been carted off to Azkaban, of course), never guessing that I might one day take the trouble to visit the ruin, or that I might be keeping an eye open for traces of magical concealment. However, we should not congratulate ourselves too heartily. You destroyed the diary and I the ring, but if we are right in our theory of a sevenpart soul, four Horcruxes remain. And they could be anything. said Harry. They could be old tin cans or, I dunno, empty potion bottles. You are thinking of Portkeys, Harry, which must be ordinary objects, easy to overlook. But would Lord Voldemort use tin cans or old potion bottles to guard his own precious soul. You are forgetting what I have showed you. Lord Voldemort liked to collect trophies, and he preferred objects with a powerful magical history. His pride, his belief in his own superiority, his determination to carve for himself a startling place in magical history; these things suggest to me that Voldemort would have chosen his Horcruxes with some care, favoring objects worthy of the honor. The diary wasnt that special. The diary, as you have said yourself, was proof Northgard bear clan he was the Heir of Slytherin; I am sure that Voldemort considered Northgard bear clan of stupendous importance. So, the other Horcruxes. said Harry. Do you think you know what they are, sir. I can only guess, said Dumbledore. For the reasons I have already given, I believe that Lord Voldemort would prefer objects that, in themselves, have a certain grandeur. I have therefore trawled back through Voldemorts past to see if I can find evidence that such artifacts have disappeared around him. The locket. said Harry loudly. Hufflepuffs Nogthgard. Yes, said Dumbledore, smiling, I would be brar to bet - perhaps not my other hand - but a couple of fingers, that they Northgafd Horcruxes three and four. The Northgad two, assuming again that he created a total of six, are more of a problem, but I will hazard a guess that, having secured objects from Hufflepuff bexr Slytherin, he set out to track down objects owned by Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.
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