Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"What's the problem, Mr. Tiera?" Horace Slughorn asked with a kind smile.

"Well...I can't find anyone to talk to..." Tiera smiled and paced, "After all...other professors are not as generous and tolerant as you...even Professor Dumbledore is the same... …They may have some misunderstandings…”

"That's right, Professor Slughorn..." Tiera said with a smile, "That day I was...wandering around in the library...and accidentally walked into the restricted book area...on a book there, I saw an extremely, extremely rare kind of magic...I was thinking you might be able to explain it to me..."

"I don't know, I won't, I..." Horace Slughorn's expression couldn't help but change, and his face that had been smiling just now suddenly became wary and resistant.

"You know, you know..." Tiera's smile became more and more malicious.

"I believe that kind of magic... is called a Horcrux." Tiera said.

"You, you, you..." Horace Slughorn was obviously very angry, and his old chest kept heaving.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Horace Slughorn's voice suddenly rose in pitch. He raised his hand and wanted to drive Tiera out of the classroom, but he lowered his hand helplessly as soon as he raised it halfway. Go down.

"Yes, Dumbledore asked you to come here, right?" Horace Slughorn said angrily and helplessly, "I know, I really know... He has been targeting me for a long time."

"Oh, no, no, please don't get me wrong." Tiera smiled and walked to the student experimental table, found a seat in the front row and sat down, crossing her elegant legs and looking at Horace Slughorn .

"That's what I want to ask." Tiera put her hands on her knees and patted them gently.

"What do you want to know?" Horace Slughorn said in a confused and painful tone.

"I don't want to know anything." Tiera said gently. "After all, I already know about Voldemort and his seven Horcruxes... To be more precise... I even destroyed a few with my own hands."

"Then, why did you do that?" Horace Slughorn seemed to relax, but his nerves were still tense.

Tiera "saw" that an illusory fog had risen in his spiritual dimension, and at the same time, his hand touched the left pocket of his coat.

It contained the antidote to Veritaserum.

"For fun." Tiera replied lightly.

Horace Slughorn seemed to have choked on his meal, his face turning red and white.

"Okay, so much for the jokes." Tiera stood up with a smile.

"Let the past matter be in the past." Tiera said, "Believe me, Professor Slughorn, no one will want to mention that matter again, you can put it in your stomach with peace of mind. "

"Thank you," Horace Slughorn said, but still cautiously and indifferently.

At the same time, the Occlumency operating in his mind became even more intense.

"There is no need to be so alert, Professor Slughorn." Tiera said, "Let's not talk about the past. Let's talk about the present."

"Now, now? What now?" asked Horace Slughorn.

"About inviting you to join the Golden Book Conference." Tiera said.

"Golden...book conference?" Horace Slughorn hesitated at first, and then——

"Golden Book Conference!"

Horace Slughorn cried out in surprise and joy.