So What If It's Dumbledore?

In the days that followed, Harry kept thinking about what to do with Slughorn next. In the end, he decided to forget what had happened that day and let Slughorn think he had given up asking about Horcruxes.

Of course, he still had to attend the dinner parties.

Harry had already written to Fred and George, asking them to buy the finest crystallized pineapple from Diagon Alley and send it directly to Slughorn when he held another dinner party.

Just as Silvan had said, there was no way Slughorn could refuse Harry, especially when he had thoughtfully brought his favorite crystallized pineapple.

What if a young man got too curious and said the wrong thing? Naturally, you forgave him.

Since Harry did not ask about Horcruxes again, Slughorn returned to treating him with his usual fondness, as though he had completely forgotten their argument that day.

"The more he acts like this, the harder it is."

One day at lunch, Harry could not help saying, "I'd rather he kept being angry with me. At least that would show he cared about this matter, and I could use the chance to look for his weakness.

"But now, I have no idea what to do. He definitely won't tell me."

"What about Veritaserum?" Ron offered another suggestion. "Snape must have some. We could steal a little and mix it into some mead. The next time you go to one of his parties, give the mead to Slughorn. He'll definitely drink it."

"Ron, are you mad?" Hermione rebuked him in a low voice. "Using Veritaserum without authorization violates Wizarding Law. If anyone finds out, Harry will be sent straight to Azkaban!"

"Who's going to find out?" Ron said carelessly.

"Professor Slughorn." Hermione looked at him. "Or do you think he can't tell the