Chapter 557: Pure Academic Research, Splitting the Soul Seven Times? (1/2)

Chapter 557 Pure academic research, splitting the soul seven times?

"I don't mind." Hagrid cried sadly, "It's useless to keep it anyway, you can discuss with Aaron about dividing it."

"Discuss...dividing?" Slughorn looked at Aaron in surprise, and asked with some guilt: "Are you also interested in the venom of the Acromanthus spider?"

"Professor, you know me, I'm definitely not doing it for money, even if a pint can be sold for hundreds of Galleons, it doesn't have much appeal to me." Aaron said righteously, "I just think the venom of the Acromanthus spider is a precious magical material, I want to try to use it to study an antidote."

"Oh!" Slughorn looked enlightened, "Pure academic research, right, me too."

Aaron:......

If you hadn't avoided your eyes, I would have almost believed it.

The two looked at each other, and walked to Aragog's head tacitly, with two curved claws motionless in the moonlight.

"Professor, you are the elder, please go first." Aaron said very politely.

"You should go 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!"

Slughorn's mouth twitched violently, and he no longer pretended to be polite, and immediately took out the glass bottle to collect the venom.

Because Aaron took out a glass bucket from a white magic circle, if he was asked to collect first, it would be his turn. I guess not even a hair would fall.

After a while, several glass bottles were filled with high-quality venom.

Slughorn showed a satisfied smile. It was not in vain to come tonight. This trip earned half a month's salary.

Aaron shrugged and pushed the glass bucket under the big claw.

He took out the wand directly, extracted all the venom in the big claw, and put it in the bucket without a drop left.

"Done." Aaron put the glass barrel into the dressing room and showed Professor Slughorn, who was looking at him eagerly, what a pattern was.

This is the standard for academic research. What can be researched with just a few glass bottles?

"Do you need me to say a few words of eulogy, Hagrid?" Slughorn asked.

"If you are willing."

Slughorn bowed slightly, facing 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 a little comfort in the long-lasting grief..."

Listening to the eulogy, Aaron couldn't help but feel emotional.

Aragog didn't lose out by just using a few pints of venom to exchange for a decent funeral.

The funeral was not officially over until Slughorn waved his wand, buried Aragog completely, and made a small mound on the spot.

Hagrid cried even louder, and it took a lot of effort for several people to bring him back to the hut.

"I think we need to drink something." Slughorn put a few bottles of wine on the table, "Don't worry, I asked a house elf to taste each bottle of wine and confirmed that they are all non-toxic."

"Thank you, professor, but this matter must not be known to Hermione." Aaron reminded, "She sympathizes too much with the plight of house elves. Although your behavior is normal in most people's eyes, it may affect your majestic image in her heart."

"I will adopt the advice of excellent students appropriately, and I will not do it again next time." Slughorn smiled, and then took out a few glasses and poured a glass of wine in each.

Hagrid had his own big cup, and Slughorn poured a bottle of wine directly into it.

"Come on, raise your glass, for Aragog."

"For Aragog." ×3.

Hagrid, Slughorn, and Aaron all took a big sip, and Harry seemed to realize something, just took a simple sip, and put the glass on the table.

After three rounds of drinking, Aaron's face flushed, and he looked confused and on the verge of being drunk. Hagrid and Slughorn were talking and singing, and only Harry sat aside, keeping a clear mind and refilling the cups for the three people from time to time.

"I raised it from an egg. When it just hatched, it was just a tiny thing, not much bigger than a Pekingese dog.

You know, Pekingese dog?"

"Of course I know." Aaron said intermittently, "About 20 to 30 centimeters, my Abe was about the same when he hatched from the egg, although he has grown a lot now.

But the lifespan of a dragon must be longer than that of an acromantula, and it is not an ordinary dragon, it can evolve."

Slughorn's mouth corners unconsciously raised a curve, he didn't expect to have an unexpected gain tonight.

As the saying goes, the truth comes out after drinking, he doesn't think a student who has not graduated can drink more than him.

"It can still evolve! What changes will there be after evolution?"

"This is a secret, I won't tell anyone."

"Drink, drink." Slughorn advised.

Aaron raised his glass and drank it all.

"Tell me, I promise not to tell anyone else."

"And me." Hagrid said while trying to suppress his drunkenness.

"Drink one more glass and I'll tell you."

Hagrid and Slughorn exchanged glances, drank a glass of wine each, and waited for Aaron's answer with great interest.

"It gained the ability to spit fire in its first evolution."

"That's it? Norbert could spit fire as soon as he was born."

"What about the second time?" Slughorn asked.

"I... I seem to have forgotten."

After saying that, Aaron lay on the table and closed his eyes.

"Forget it, wait for next time!" Slughorn murmured regretfully, and then continued to drink with Hagrid, and successfully got a few unicorn tail feathers from him.

"I used to have a fish named Francis, who was very friendly to me.

One afternoon, I went downstairs and saw that it was gone." Slughorn spread his hands in melancholy, "'Poof' it disappeared, but I guess that's life!

You live and suddenly, 'poof' it's gone."

"How terrible!" Hagrid snorted, his body fell back, and snoring followed.

Harry laughed and his eyes gradually turned to 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 off. Apart from the two drunks, there were only the two of them left, and they could talk about some topics he had been avoiding.

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.

"A student gave me Francis.

One spring afternoon, I saw a small bowl on my desk, with a shallow pool of clear water in it and a petal floating on the water.

I was looking at it, but it sank. Just when it was about to touch the bottom of the bowl, it deformed and turned into a small fish. It was so beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

The petal was a lily, as beautiful as your mother.

The day I went downstairs, the day the bowl was empty was your mother..." Slughorn's voice faded, "I know why you are here, but I can't help you. Helping you will destroy myself."

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Harry took a deep breath, and after a few seconds of silence, he said: "Do you know how I survived, Professor?

On the night when this scar was left on my forehead, she sacrificed herself. She was unwilling to leave me to survive. Her love was more powerful than Voldemort's magic."

"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?" Slughorn's forehead had a layer of fine sweat beads on it. "Harry, I can help you in many ways, but your request..."

"Be brave, Professor." Harry said inexplicably, "Like my mother, otherwise you can only shame her, otherwise her death will be worthless, otherwise the bowl in your heart will always be empty."

Three consecutive "otherwise" stabbed Slughorn's heart like a sharp knife. At the same time, he pulled out the wand from his pocket and took out an empty glass bottle.

"Please don't look down on me after reading this.

Even at that time, you couldn't imagine how powerful he was."

The black wand pulled out a wisp of silver-like memory from his temple, without any weight, but as heavy as a thousand pounds, so that his hands were shaking constantly.

Harry knew what he had to do, and quickly held Slughorn's left hand holding the glass bottle, guiding him to put this crucial memory in.

"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 asleep like Hagrid.

Harry looked at the glass bottle containing the memory, breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped in the chair as if he had just fought a battle.

He didn't know how to say those persuasive words himself, and the effect was significant, but it was a bit brain-consuming.

"Finally... done."

At this time, a light-colored energy wave spread silently in the hut, and Harry felt that his eyes went black and he lost consciousness, and the glass bottle in his hand also fell straight to the floor.

Snap!

Aaron stretched out his right hand and caught the glass bottle steadily.

"You're right, it's finally done." Aaron proudly tossed the glass bottle in his hand, glanced at the three people in the room, and couldn't help but smile.

Whether they were really drunk or pretending to be drunk, it would 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 can't speak, he dare not leave any flaws. Who knows if someone will be so crazy as to extract the dog's memory.

"I'm 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 must see it myself."

Aaron cleared the open space in the middle of the hut and set up a layer of illusion barrier in the room. Outsiders would only see four people and one dog sleeping.

After doing this, Aaron stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the ground.

A blue and white magic circle appeared, bringing a stone table over, and on the stone table was the meditation basin that Aaron bought a few years ago.

"I knew you were useful at the time, and now it seems that I was really foresighted!" Aaron smiled, then opened the glass bottle and poured the silver substance in it into the basin.

Entering Slughorn's memory, the first half was that he entertained some outstanding students including Voldemort in his youth. Everything was normal until the clock rang at 11 o'clock in the evening.

The other students left one after another, leaving only him and Tom Riddle in the office.

"I was in the restricted section of the library a few nights ago, and I read something 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, and after more than half a year of hard work, he finally saw the light.

"What did you say?" Slughorn thought he might have heard it wrong.

"Horcrux, I saw this word when I was reading a book, but I didn't quite understand it."

"Tom, I don't know what book you are reading, but it is a very dark and evil thing, very evil."

"That's why I came to you."

Slughorn hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell him about this student.

"A Horcrux is a container that hides a person's soul."

"But I don't quite understand what that is." Tom Riddle frowned, but his voice was mixed with a little excitement, "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.

The hidden part of the soul will survive, in other words, immortality."

"Ridiculous!" Aaron sneered. The way of living that was not even considered a walking corpse was better than death.

He walked up to Tom Riddle and looked directly into his eyes. Various complex emotions such as desire, greed, excitement, etc. flashed quickly, and finally turned into calmness.

"Then how can we 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 gem on the ring and immediately realized that it was not an ordinary item.

The ancestral ring of the Marvolo family, my goodness, this guy has killed his uncle and grandfather's family?

"Killing?"

"Yes." Slughorn said, "Killing will split the soul, which is against the laws of nature."

"Can the soul only be divided once?

I'm just curious, sir. Wouldn't it be better to divide the soul into more pieces?

For example, can it be divided seven times?"

Hiss!

Aaron took a breath and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Damn! I still underestimated Voldemort.

This is not a ruthless person, this is pure wolf destruction!

Splitting the soul once is perverted enough. Splitting it seven times will cause serious loss of the soul, and you will become someone else.

But thinking of Voldemort's inhuman face, it is not impossible to split the soul seven times.

"Merlin's beard!

Tom, isn't killing a person scary enough?

If the soul is divided into seven parts..." Slughorn seemed to feel a strong sense of uneasiness, "These are just assumptions, right Tom? Purely academic discussion?"

"That's natural, professor.

Just treat it as a little secret between us."