Chapter 758 Reward

At ten o'clock in the evening, the Hogwarts castle fell into silence. Due to the curfew, there was no one in the corridor. There was only a whisper from the portraits on both sides.

At this time, there was a sudden light not far away. It was a door that was opened, and the light inside came out.

Then there was the sound of stones rubbing against the ground, and the sound of someone's footsteps.

Harry took two steps and couldn't help but look back at the gargoyle that jumped back to its original position and sighed quietly.

He originally wanted to use Slughorn's memory to save himself from being imprisoned. In his opinion, this was a sure thing, but unexpectedly it failed.

"I'm glad you can get this memory, Harry. If you are willing, I can give you an extra reward, but it won't help you escape punishment. These are two different things, and they cannot be offset easily."

Dumbledore said so.

This means that he will still go to Professor McGonagall's office every Saturday for confinement and will no longer be able to participate in the last crucial Quidditch match.

The only thing that made him feel lucky was that Kyle seemed to have something else to do and was no longer participating in the competition for the time being.

Because everyone only has the last game left, in which Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are far ahead in points, and the difference between the two sides is only 10 points.

In other words, whichever of the two teams scores more points in the last game is likely to win the final championship.

Now both sides are missing one of their main players, so no one suffers.

"I hope Kyle won't be participating in the competition then." Harry sighed, turned and walked towards the common room.

Due to the time, there was no one in the common room, but Hermione and Ron were still there, and judging from their appearance, they must have been waiting for Harry.

"Why did it take so long?"

"How about it? Principal Dumbledore didn't fire you?" Hermione asked.

"No." Harry shook his head, "But he deducted a hundred points from me, and I will be put in solitary confinement on Saturday in Professor McGonagall's office."

"As long as we don't get expelled." Ron was very open-minded, "It's just a point deduction and confinement. We are already at the bottom of the academy, so it's not a big deal if we get another hundred points deducted."

"The point isn't the scores," Harry said, "it's that I have to go to Professor McGonagall's office every Saturday."

"So what, you... wait a minute." At this moment, Ron suddenly realized something. "You mean you're going to be in solitary confinement every Saturday?"

"That's right."

"What about the last Quidditch match?" Ron asked hurriedly.

"There's nothing I can do." Harry spread his hands.

"How could the principal do this..." Ron was anxious, "That is a game that affects whether we can win the Quidditch Cup!

"Can you talk to him again? Maybe he will agree to let you participate in the competition."

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron." Hermione pushed him away, "What do you think the principal's decision is, your homework? You can change it if you ask for it?"

"But Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch Cup for more than ten years." Ron looked at the ceiling and said feebly: "This year is obviously the most promising year!"

"There's nothing I can do." Harry lowered his head.

"Don't worry about it for now." Hermione interrupted the two of them sighing, "How about that memory? Have you given it to Principal Dumbledore?"

"Of course, thanks to you, Hermione, otherwise I might not have been able to get it," Harry said.

"That's because you already have the ability to persuade him." Hermione said, "The function of Felixir is just to help you adjust the environment. If it were me or Ron, even if you drink a pint of Felixir, It’s not possible to get his memory from Professor Slughorn.”

"But the environment is what I lack." Harry said, "No matter what, I still want to thank you. As for the Elixir of Fortune, I will find a way to return it to you."

"What nonsense are you talking about? There's no need for you to reply." Hermione said, "But what exactly is that memory?"

"I was about to tell you this." Harry suddenly looked around and said, "Follow me."

He came to sit down at a row of armchairs in the corner of the common room and said in a low voice: "Slughorn told Voldemort how to make Horcruxes."

"So it's really him?" Hermione covered her mouth with disbelief on her face.

"That's right, he was the one who told Voldemort that making Horcruxes requires killing to split one's own soul."

After that, Harry told them one by one what he saw in his memory.

To be honest, the content of this memory is not much, it is just a conversation between Slughorn and young Voldemort, which lasts about ten minutes.

But after reading the memory, Dumbledore meditated for more than half an hour, and then showed a look... that seemed to be lucky and very exciting.

After listening to Harry's description, Ron couldn't help but ask: "You mean, Dumbledore looks happy?"

"Probably." Harry nodded, "He even said a few words to himself at the time."

"What did you say?" Hermione asked.

"Let me think about it..." Harry frowned and carefully recalled Dumbledore's appearance after he came to his senses.

"He said at the time...'This memory confirmed my guess. I guessed it right, and it will be successful soon...Tom, Tom, you must not have expected it.' That's probably it."

"Who is this Tom?" Ron asked in confusion.

"It's the name of Voldemort when he was young." Harry said, "I remember telling you before that Voldemort's original name was Tom Riddle."

"If you can change the name, maybe I can remember it." Ron muttered.

His legs trembled when he heard the three words "Voldemort", how could he remember what Harry said afterwards.

"You can't do this, Ron, be brave, it's just a name." Harry said seriously: "You need to learn to get used to it."

"Ah, yes, I'll try." Ron said, but his tone revealed a perfunctory meaning.

Get used to calling Voldemort's name? It's easy to say, he dares to guarantee that 80% of the people in the magic world can't do it.

"It's about to succeed?" Hermione sat in the armchair and looked at Harry in confusion, "What does this mean."

"I don't know, Professor Dumbledore didn't say." Harry shook his head, "After that, he let me leave and asked me to wait for him in the hall at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. He said that he would take me to see something different at that time... It's a reward for getting the memory."

"Hermione." At this time, Harry suddenly turned his head and said, "Otherwise, you go tomorrow morning. If it weren't for your Felicia Felix, I wouldn't be able to get the memory. This reward should be yours."

"No, Harry." Hermione shook her head, "As I said just now, the main factor in convincing Professor Slughorn was you, and the Felicia Felix only played a little auxiliary role, so the reward should also belong to you."

The two of them are shirking each other?

"But..."

Harry wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Hermione.

"It's decided." She stood up and said, "And it takes you one or two hours to go to the principal's office every time. Who knows if it will be the same tomorrow? The first class tomorrow morning is Transfiguration, and I don't want to be late."

"Okay then." Seeing Hermione say this, Harry had no choice but to agree.

"If you change your mind, remember to tell me at any time."

"No." Hermione waved her hand and said firmly.

Then the three of them returned to their dormitories.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Harry tried to get up from the bed and yawned to the auditorium. Since the second year, he rarely got up so early, and he was a little uncomfortable for a while.

From a distance, he saw Dumbledore standing there, and next to him was... Kyle?

Obviously, after missing many times, Dumbledore finally managed to stop Kyle on the first morning after the holiday.

The timing was just right. When he came, Kyle had just finished breakfast and was about to go to the eighth floor.

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry trotted over. "Kyle, you're here too."

"Hello Harry." Kyle said, looking at Dumbledore. "So Harry is the one we're waiting for, right?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded. "I hope you can forgive me for taking the initiative."

"It's okay." Kyle said. "But... never mind. Do you want to have breakfast first?"

He originally wanted to say that Harry had never taken the ancient runes course, and he wouldn't understand it even if he went, but now that he was here, there was no point in saying that, so he changed the subject.

"Breakfast?" Harry touched his stomach.

He was indeed a little hungry, but he didn't want Kyle and Dumbledore to wait for him together. After thinking about it, he simply took two sandwiches and prepared to eat while walking, at least this way he wouldn't waste time.

The three of them came to the eighth floor together again. Kyle, who was in the front, turned a few corners and stopped in a corridor.

Harry was so familiar with this place. Just when he was about to remind Kyle that the Room of Requirement was broken and no one could get in, Kyle took out a strange-shaped door knocker and stuck it on the wall.

The next second, a door suddenly appeared on the wall.

Room of Requirement?

Harry was dumbfounded, staring at the scene in front of him and unable to speak.

What's going on? Does the Room of Requirement also need a key to open it now?

I haven't heard of it.

In addition, where can I get a key? He also wants to get one.

It wasn't until everyone else entered the door that Harry reacted and hurriedly followed in.

Then Harry was shocked again.

He felt like he had entered another Hogwarts, everything was so familiar.

"Is this Rowena Ravenclaw's memory?" Dumbledore looked at the students coming and going in front of him, and was really surprised, "It's amazing."

And from his words, Harry also captured some key information.

Whose memory?

Rowena Ravenclaw? !

Could it be that this place is the same as the Pensieve in the headmaster's office?

Harry couldn't help but reach out and touch the wall next to him. It felt cold, it was real.

He tentatively came to a person who looked like a student, but the other person passed through his body like a ghost.

But he didn't look like a ghost at all. After all, no ghost would walk with legs. They were all floating, and there was no color other than pearl white on their bodies.

"New here, watch your step." The man turned his head and said dissatisfiedly.

"Sorry." Harry apologized subconsciously.

So this is really a memory?

He was a little unbelievable. When he experienced the memories in the Pensieve before, no one could see him, let alone communicate with him.

But when Harry saw Dumbledore also had a surprised expression on his face, he was relieved.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who had never seen the world.

Kyle next to him was very calm, as if he had known it for a long time.

"You can walk around casually." Kyle walked over and said, "There are classrooms upstairs, and professors are teaching. They are all courses from thousands of years ago. You can go and listen."

Harry nodded and left.

However, he did not go to the classroom, but wandered around the castle curiously like when he first entered the school in the first grade.

He went to the Gryffindor common room, but there was not the familiar Fat Lady, but another painting, a tall knight holding a two-handed sword.

Because Harry did not know the password, the knight did not agree to let him in.

There was no way, Harry could only leave and go somewhere else.

For some reason, he came to the corridor where the Room of Requirement was located.

Harry looked at the empty wall, and then he closed his eyes and began to pace back and forth:

"I need a broom closet... I need a broom closet... I need a broom closet."

He walked back and forth three times in front of the empty wall, but when he opened his eyes, he did not see the door.

That's right... This is the Room of Requirement, how could there be another Room of Requirement?

Harry shook his head and left.

At the same time, Dumbledore also came to the place he was interested in.

About three hours later, or maybe longer, the three returned to the hallway and prepared to leave.

"Harry, how do you feel? Can you understand?" Kyle asked.

Harry's face suddenly froze.

"It's, it's okay." He stammered.

He didn't go to those classrooms at all...It can't be said that way, it should be said that he stayed for ten minutes, but didn't understand anything, so he went out again.

Because of this, the professor was furious and scolded him.

Harry never thought that memory could become so real. He subconsciously regarded this place as a Pensieve, where he could do whatever he wanted without anyone noticing, including suddenly leaving in the middle of class.

So when the book thrown at him passed through his head, Harry's legs went weak, and he never went to those classrooms again. Instead, he spent the whole morning to carefully visit this place.

But seeing his guilty look, Kyle could probably guess what was going on, so he nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He looked at Dumbledore.

"Very interesting. This solves some puzzles that have troubled me for many years. For example, how long have those portraits been in the school? I have always been curious about this." Dumbledore said, "But there is one thing that is very strange."

"What?"

"I saw Slytherin in the Chamber of Secrets and Hufflepuff in the kitchen, but I didn't find Gryffindor."

Dumbledore asked, "He doesn't seem to be in this castle, but if I remember correctly, Gryffindor seems to be the most active one among the Big Four, and he has also served as a professor for a period of time, teaching students in person."

"This..." Kyle opened his mouth.

He couldn't tell Dumbledore that Godric Gryffindor was erased from Ravenclaw's memory because of some disgraceful behavior.

Dumbledore also graduated from Gryffindor College. He could accept that the founder of the college was a changer who liked to use a sword to pick people's belts... Well, weird?

For the reputation of the Big Four, Kyle hesitated for a moment and said, "He may not be in school during this period."

"Really?" Dumbledore didn't think much about it.

When the three of them walked out of the Room of Requirement, the door on the wall disappeared immediately.

"I heard from Harry that you learned the magic that turned him and Malfoy into some kind of animal from here." Dumbledore asked.

Harry also looked over.

Hermione said before that Kyle saw this spell in the library, but now it seems that this is obviously not the case.

"Yes." Kyle nodded and said, "It was in the spell class on the second floor. Professor Lagor thought this was a very effective trick."

"This is not a trick." Dumbledore said with a smile, "If you face an enemy who doesn't understand magic, any of his magic will become your help, and the number of people will no longer be meaningful."

He turned his head to look at the other side. He wanted to let Harry learn it, but stopped talking.

Forget it, some things can't be forced. Harry is pretty good now. At least he can fight against most Death Eaters.