Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 423: Self-humility and self-confidence

()"...I wonder if I am lucky enough to be able to come to your home 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 to go up.

For Slughorn, since he couldn't avoid others, it actually explained a lot of problems.

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

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 and so on. Books, drinks and snacks are all within easy reach on the coffee table covered with blankets. .

The flames are burning in the big fireplace, making this room warm even in the corners.

If it’s clean, it’s even the same as Maca’s office; but if you look at the comfort of daily life, I believe no one would 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 into the sofa, he suddenly 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 say it? 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 continued: "But in fact, I started paying attention to you a few months ago... I said that, do you understand?"

"Oh—I actually prefer mead!" Slughorn picked up the bottle on the table casually, looked at the label, and said perfunctorily, "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 it from the Muggle owner of this house and lived here for a long time. "Maca said leisurely, "What happened during this period, I think I can still understand."

"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, "In that case, why don't you show me your arm?"

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

"Listen to what you mean, if Minerva didn't come to you, did you plan to come to me?" He put down the wine bottle in his hand, a little weak and authentic.

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

"How, how is it possible..." Slughorn immediately shook his head, "How dangerous Hogwarts have been in recent years, I believe you know better than me—how could I run to find out? Bitter?"

"Because it may not be so safe here," Maca said without hesitation, "From the time you were unable to refuse to surrender—you know, from the time you were unable to refuse his solicitation, you were already involved in danger. You are in. Although you have always liked to make good people, but the kind of "good" like Riddle, I am afraid that it will only make you deeply distressed, right?"

"...you won't understand." Slughorn stared at the pattern on the table blanket silently, and after another moment of silence, he spit out 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 about it carefully, and decided to disclose 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!"

Speaking of this, Maca deliberately paused again, causing Slughorn to concentrate again.

"... Horcrux, the method to split souls, he learned 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 trembled uncontrollably, "How could... the human soul can withstand seven divisions?"

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

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

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

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

"No, in fact, there are only six Horcruxes he took the initiative to make--" Maca replied, "Every time a soul is divided, it takes a long period of warming up. It is impossible for him to continuously make Horcruxes. However, After he made the sixth Horcrux,...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?"

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

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

"This is related to his other secret," Maca hesitated a little, "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," said Maca. "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 it!"

"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 ran away! "

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

"Well...Then, now that you have said so much, I think you should be able to decide, right?"

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

The reason why Maca informed him of these "important information", he actually knew very well.

First, Maca wanted to let him know that Voldemort’s secrets weren’t a secret in Maca’s eyes. It seemed that everything was in his grasp; and secondly, these words would undoubtedly become an issue for him. A kind of 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, he will even be killed on the spot without a doubt.

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

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

"...Why would 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, "Although I haven't thought about the value... However, for Voldemort, every one less helper on the side of Voldemort will undoubtedly be easier for us, no Right?"

"Because of this?" Slughorn hesitated.

"Isn't it enough?" Maca asked back, "If you do something for Voldemort wholeheartedly, it can add a lot of trouble to us-you must have spent a lot of money in the process of Voldemort's entry into the Ministry of Magic. Less heart?"

"Uh...I 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 say it before I came in?" Maca smiled and said~IndoMTL.com~You have a good reputation in the magical world in the UK—and even the magical world around the world. I really value your extensive and heavy 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's mouth 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, suddenly turning his head and gestured towards the door, "However, for you, I am afraid that time is not as abundant as you imagined. "