Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere in the auditorium became more and more lively. The eccentric sisters played their new tunes on the stage. On the dance floor below the stage, a large number of wizards were revelling. Slughorn was also served cup by cup by Jemini. The draught beer is a little over the top.

Jemini looked a little drunk, but he still patted Slughorn on the shoulder: "Come on, Professor, let's have some fun."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a bottle of vodka and a row of small glasses appeared on the table. Jemini filled the beer glass with 80% of beer, then filled the small glass with vodka, and then, he put it again. The vodka was thrown into the beer mug, and the bubbles piled high in an instant.

"Oh... God, that's a life-threatening drink." Slughorn grinned.

"Depth charges..." Jemini laughed. "That's how you should drink at a party, Professor."

"Then I'll give it a try." Slughorn smiled cheerfully, picked up a glass and drank it.

Then he sighed with a twisted face: "Oh - this is really..."

"It's too strong, isn't it? It makes you feel like you were young?" Jemini laughed.

"Yeah, yes, of course!" Slughorn seemed a little excited: "I feel the blood all over my body is hot, as if I was back in my twenties."

"Actually you don't look old now." Harry agreed.

"Oh hehe...Thank you Harry." Slughorn smiled and looked at Harry admiringly: "I still know what my condition is."

"Actually Harry is right, Professor, how can a wizard as powerful as you have no means of avoiding aging?" Jemini handed Slughorn another glass of depth charges: "Come on, Professor, Let's do it!"

"Fuck it!" Slughorn raised a toast to Jemini and drank it.

Jemini observed Slughorn's state obscurely. Seeing that Slughorn began to shake his head to stay awake, he finally said: "Speaking of ways to avoid aging, I heard about it not long ago. An interesting magic, I wanted to ask Professor Snape, but he didn't know much, but I thought teaching someone as knowledgeable as you should be able to help me."

"Oh?" Slughorn smiled drunkenly: "Then talk about it."

"Just... I wonder if Professor, have you heard of... Horcrux?" Jemini asked softly.

Slughorn's eyes suddenly straightened,

He looked at Harry next to Jemini, and then turned to Jemini again, with a flash of panic in his eyes: "Dumbledore asked you to come?"

"I don't deny this, you know, professor." Jemini put his hand on his chest lightly: "I have always treated people with sincerity."

"I don't know, I have nothing to tell you about Jemini," Slughorn said in a panic, trying to get up, but a dizziness in his head made him fall back into his seat.

At about a hundred years old, it's no wonder that he can stand up after so many draft beers and depth charges.

"Calm down professor, your reaction is too aggressive, there are still so many people." Jemini help Slughorn to sit down helplessly: "Maybe we can have a good chat, how about a glass of whisky to calm down ?"

As Jemini said, a glass of malt whisky appeared in front of him.

Slughorn took a sip, looking even more dizzy.

"Horcrux?" Harry looked at Jemini in surprise: "Voldemort's?"

"Oh...don't mention that name kid..." Slughorn shuddered feebly.

"Actually, I didn't tell you just now, Harry." Jemini shrugged: "Professor Dumbledore needs a memory from Professor Slughorn, about Horcruxes, we all know that Voldemort made Horcruxes, but …”

But we don't know how many he made!

Jemini didn't say it, but Harry suddenly understood what he meant.

Slughorn looked at Jemini imploringly. "That's a memory I'll never want to recall, Jemini, please..."

"It's not terrible to do something wrong, Professor." Jemini said softly like a child: "The pain that dare not face yourself, refuse to make amends, and let regret follow your life is the most terrible..."

"I used Legilimency to Harry, and although he doesn't remember what happened that night, I still saw in his mind that Voldemort killed his father and made her mother get out of the way. Originally, her mother could not use it. Dead, but to protect him—"

"And the Muggle couple on the dance floor, Harry's aunt and uncle, they knew it would be dangerous to adopt Harry, and they didn't even like Harry, but they adopted Harry and raised him anyway, Professor , they're just normal people who don't know magic..."

Slughorn looked straight into Harry's eyes, red in the corners.

"But professor, you keep saying that her favorite student is her, but you refuse to help her son. She even gave Harry her life, but you refuse to even remember a memory..." Jemini shook his head regretfully. .

"Don't say that..." Slughorn looked at Jemini imploringly. "If it can help Harry...of course it's not a problem...but that thing is useless..."

"Useful, Professor, Dumbledore needs to understand. In fact, Professor, what you don't know is... I have destroyed two of Voldemort's Horcruxes." Jemini patted Slughorn on the back soothingly.

"I don't need you to help destroy the Horcrux to find the Horcrux, I just need a memory." Jemini said gently.

"Of course I do, Jemini, but—"

"Are you afraid?" Harry looked at Slughorn. "Afraid he'd find out you helped us?"

Slughorn didn't speak, his face looked terrified.

"Professor, I already defeated Professor Dumbledore in a formal duel a few months ago." Jemini said softly: "Professor, he didn't release water."

Slughorn's eyes widened, and even when he was drunk, he knew what it meant for Jemini to beat Dumbledore.

"You just have to be a little braver, like Harry's mother, and I can't guarantee that I'll kill Voldemort, but it's definitely okay to keep you safe. He's definitely not my opponent."

"Like what Jemini said, Professor." Harry sat on the other side of Slughorn and patted Slughorn on the back: "It's not terrible to do something wrong, that kind of Don't dare to face yourself, refuse to make remedies, and let regret follow your life's pain is the most terrifying..."

"As the elder and teacher I admire, professor, please..." Jemini also said softly.

"I feel disgraceful..." murmured Slughorn. "I'm ashamed of—for what my memory shows...I think I may have done a lot of damage that day..."

"As long as you hand over your memory to me, all this will be canceled." Jemini said softly: "And you are not at fault yourself. You are a teacher, answering questions for students is only natural, no matter who will say it. What."

Slughorn looked at Jemini, then back at Harry's green eyes, and after a long time he finally reached into his pocket and took out his wand.

Jemini hurriedly handed over a small bottle, which Slughorn reached for it, still staring into Harry's eyes, pressing his wand to his temple, and then removing it, revealing a long, silvery strand from the tip of the wand. Silky memory, it grows longer, and finally breaks gently.

The memory fell into the bottle, the silver wire rolled up, then unfolded, swirling like gas, and with trembling hands he tucked the cap into the bottle and handed it to Jemini.

"Thank you very much, Professor." Jemini solemnly took the bottle of 100,000 Galleons.

"You're all good boys..." Slughorn was full of tears, spitting alcohol from his mouth: "I hope...you don't think too bad of me after you read it..."

Saying that, he put his head in his arms, sighed, and fell asleep.

Jemini didn't know if he was really asleep, but at least tonight, he wouldn't be willing to face Jemini and both of them awake.