Memories About Horcruxes

Chapter 689: Memories About Horcruxes

"Harry, what did you come to see me about?"

"Sir, I got it—I got Slughorn's memory!"

When Harry returned to the headmaster's office and handed Dumbledore a vial of silvery, thread-like memory, the headmaster, who was over a hundred years old, actually froze. Only a moment later did a delighted smile bloom across his face.

"Harry, what thrilling news! Wonderful! I knew you could do it!"

He rose to his feet somewhat unsteadily, carefully took the memory from Harry's hand, then strode over to the cabinet holding the Pensieve.

"How did you do it?" Silvan asked quietly.

He had never thought Harry would fail. Slughorn had been under increasing pressure lately, and with Felix Felicis's help, Harry would certainly be able to get that genuine memory.

He just had not expected Harry to move so quickly. Aragog's funeral had not even begun, yet Slughorn had already given in?

"He had a little to drink, and then—then he mentioned my mother." Harry said in a deliberately casual tone. "You could tell my mother really was his proudest student, so I told him I hoped he could be as brave as she was."

"And then he gave you the memory?"

"Pretty easy, wasn't it?" Harry paused, then asked, "How many Horcruxes do you think Voldemort made?"

"I don't know," Silvan said. "But I can ask in a wizard's way."

"A wizard's way?" Harry seemed to think of something and asked uncertainly, "Divination?"

"That's right."

"But there's no crystal ball here." Harry looked around. The headmaster's office was filled with all sorts of things, but there was nothing related to Divination.

"No need for one." Silvan looked at the red tea on the table. "Harry, are you thirsty?"

Harry immediately understood what Silvan meant. He walked over at