Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 577 Classic Re-Engraving
"What's the problem, Mr. Tierra?" Horace Slughorn asked with a kind smile.

“Hmm… I can’t find anyone to talk to…” Tierra said with a smile as she paced back and forth. “After all… the other professors aren’t as generous and tolerant as you… even Professor Dumbledore… they might have some misunderstandings…”

“It’s like this, Professor Slughorn…” Tiera said with a smile, “That day I was in the library…strolling around…and accidentally wandered into the restricted section…in one of the books there, I saw an extremely, extremely rare kind of magic…I was thinking that perhaps you could help me understand it…”

"I don't know, I can't, I..." Horace Slughorn's expression changed involuntarily, his face, which had just been beaming with smiles, instantly became wary and resistant.

“You know, you know…” Tiera’s smile grew increasingly malicious.

“I believe in that kind of magic… it’s called Horcruxes,” Tierra said.

"You, you, you..." Horace Slughorn was clearly furious, his aged chest heaving.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Horace Slughorn's voice suddenly rose. He raised his hand, wanting to kick Tiera out of the classroom, but his hand fell down helplessly after only halfway up.

“Yes, it was Dumbledore who sent you, wasn’t it?” Horace Slughorn said, both angry and helpless. “I know, I really know… he’s been watching me for a long time.”

“Oh, no, no, please don’t misunderstand.” Tiera smiled and walked to the student lab bench, found a seat in the front row, and sat down, elegantly crossing her legs as she looked at Horace Slughorn.

“It’s what I want to ask.” Tierra placed her hands on her knees and patted them gently.

"What do you want to know?" Horace Slughorn asked, his voice filled with conflict and anguish.

“I don’t want to know anything,” Tierra said gently. “After all, I already know about Voldemort and his seven Horcruxes… or more precisely… I’ve even destroyed a few of them myself.”

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

Tiera "saw" that a layer of illusory mist had risen in his spiritual dimension, and at the same time, his hand reached for the left pocket of his coat.

Inside was the antidote for Truth Poison. "Just for fun," Tiera replied casually.

Horace Slughorn looked as if he had choked on his food, his face turning red and then white.

"Alright, that's enough of the jokes." Tiera stood up with a smile.

“Let bygones be bygones,” Tierra said. “Trust me, Professor Slughorn, no one will want to bring it up again. You can rest assured and keep it to yourself.”

“Thank you,” Horace Slughorn said, but his tone remained wary and indifferent.

At the same time, the brain-blocking technique operating in his mind became even more intense.

“There’s no need to be so wary, Professor Slughorn,” Tierra said. “Let’s not talk about the past, let’s talk about the present.”

“Now? What’s going on now?” Horace Slughorn asked.

"Regarding the invitation to join the Golden Book Conference," Tierra said.

"The Golden...Book Conference?" Horace Slughorn hesitated at first, then—

"The Golden Book Conference!"

Horace Slughorn exclaimed in surprise and delight.

(End of this chapter)