Chapter 724 Chaos Memory

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came from Fish's mouth.

"Puff! Pfft, pfft, pfft..."

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Maomao spat out the Resurrection Stone that he had bitten into three pieces, and tilted his head to spit some tiny crumbs mixed with saliva on the ground, and then looked up at Dumbledore who was dumbfounded.

"It's broken... Fish didn't expect it to be so fragile... It just didn't break after knocking for a long time!" Maomao made excuses for himself.

Dumbledore opened his mouth and opened and closed it unconsciously for a few times, then swallowed hard, stretched out his hand to Fish, and said: "Give it to me first."

Fish naturally handed over the three pieces in his hand in a hurry.

Dumbledore looked at the Resurrection Stone that had been "dismembered" in his hand with a smile and raised his wand to knock gently: "Restored to the original."

The Resurrection Stone was motionless.

In fact, this was not beyond Dumbledore's expectations. Although he had been forcing himself not to use the Resurrection Stone, he had tried to repair the cracks on it before, but it was also useless.

When Maomao saw this scene, he felt even more embarrassed. He dared to bite it hard before because he thought that even if it was broken, he could still use magic to repair it.

"Fish will buy a bigger black stone than this to compensate you, meow!"

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Maomao promised very seriously.

"No need," Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand, "Anyway, this is not a good thing, so let it break."

Having said that, he still couldn't help but pinch the broken Resurrection Stone together and turned it three times in his palm.

Still nothing happened.

"Hu——"

Dumbledore didn't know whether he was regretful or relieved and exhaled a long turbid breath, and then murmured in a low voice: "This is good... This is good..."

"Professor... Is there anything special about this gem?" Hermione asked cautiously.

From Dumbledore's performance just now, it is not difficult to see that this inconspicuous black gem is obviously not just a simple inheritance of the Gaunt family or the Peverell family.

"It's not important anymore," since the Resurrection Stone has been destroyed, Dumbledore does not intend to explain anything more. After he put away the fragments, he took out a small crystal bottle from his inner pocket, "Next, we have another memory to look at... In fact, this is the most important memory I mentioned..."

Hermione did not continue to ask, she guessed that the gem was probably some kind of ancient magic prop, and Dumbledore did not want to make Fish feel guilty so he avoided talking about it.

"Albus, can those stone fragments be given to Fish, meow?"

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However, the cat suddenly interrupted his action.

"Of course," Dumbledore was a little surprised, but he still handed the fragment of the Resurrection Stone to Fish, and asked curiously: "Can I know what you want to do with it?"

"Fish's transformation energy just suddenly increased a lot meow..."

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Mao Mao stuffed the fragment back into his mouth and chewed it, answering vaguely.

But soon, he spit out the fragment again. At this time, the Resurrection Stone had broken into eight pieces of different sizes.

"Pfft! It's useless. It seems that it can only increase once meow."

Fish returned the pile of fragments regretfully.

Dumbledore put the fragments back, stared at Fish with a strange expression for a long time, and then opened the crystal bottle in his hand and poured the memory inside into the Pensieve.

Everyone turned their attention to the crystal bottle, and then found that the contents of the bottle seemed not easy to pour into the Pensieve, and it seemed a little condensed.

Is it because this memory is very important?

Not only Hermione, but also Harry and Ron guessed so.

"This one isn't long," Dumbledore finally emptied the vial just as Hermione was wondering. He said, "We'll be back in a minute. Okay, let's go into the Pensieve again..."

The fastest mover was still the cat, and then Hermione and the others also put their heads into the Pensieve one by one.

There was another dizzy feeling of falling, and everyone stepped on the ground one after another.

As soon as they landed, they saw a strange yet familiar figure, that was Professor Slughorn in his youth.

At this time, his head was not bald yet, with thick and shiny yellow hair, as if he had covered his head with straw, but the bright bald spot on the top of his head, the size of a gold galleon, had already shown the beginning of the future.

His beard was not as thick as it is now, it was ginger yellow, and his body was not as round as it is now, but the gold buttons of the embroidered vest were already quite tight.

But there is one thing about the young Slughorn that is exactly the same as now, that is, he likes to enjoy...

He put his little feet on a large velvet cushion, half lying on a comfortable winged armchair, holding a small glass of wine in one hand, and picking in a box of pineapple preserves with the other hand.

Surrounding Slughorn, there were six or seven boys aged fifteen or sixteen, all sitting on chairs harder or shorter than his. Tom Riddle was also sitting among them, and he was the most relaxed one, with his right hand casually resting on the armrest of the chair.

"Ah! It's that ring, meow!"

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Fish shouted, pointing at his right hand, where Marvolo's black gem ring was now worn.

In other words, at this time, Voldemort had already killed his father and grandparents.

Young Slughorn was chatting and laughing with these students, but basically it was just him and Riddle communicating, and the other boys consciously called themselves their foils, without any dissatisfaction.

But soon, something strange happened. A thick white fog enveloped the entire room. Fei Xu and the others could only see each other's companions.

At the same time, Slughorn's voice sounded in the room, unnaturally loud: "...You will make mistakes, kid, mark my words."

Maomao has the strongest mobility. The moment the thick fog appeared, he rushed towards Slughorn and Riddle. Then he realized that they were like when the TV signal was not good. , the image of the body appears to be stuck and flickering.

Just when Fish was wondering, the fog cleared, and Slughorn and the others returned to normal. There was no surprise on their faces, and they didn't talk about the thick fog just now, as if nothing happened before. .

"Meow?"

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Fish looked around in confusion, and several others did the same thing.

Just as Cat was about to ask Dumbledore what happened, the small golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"Jesus, is it time already?" said Slughorn. "It's time to go, boys, or we're in trouble. Lestrange, turn in your paper tomorrow or be in detention. You too, Avery.”

However, after everyone else left, Riddle still lingered on.

"Hurry up, Tom," Slughorn turned around and found that he was still there, and said, "You don't want to be caught outside when lights out, you are a prefect..."

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask quickly, child, ask quickly..."

"Sir, I would like to ask you if you know...horcruxes."

As Riddle finished speaking, the room was once again filled with thick fog, and the scene within three steps could only be seen. Slughorn and Riddle beside Fish began to freeze and flicker again.

Then Slughorn's voice boomed again, as loudly as before.

"I know nothing about Horcruxes, and even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you! Get out immediately, and don't let me hear you mention this again!"

Slughorn's tone was firm and upright, but Fish subconsciously felt that he seemed a little guilty.

"Well, that's it," Dumbledore said calmly, "it's time to go."

Everyone's feet left the ground and landed back on the carpet in front of Dumbledore's desk after a few seconds.

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