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Of course Sherlock could see through Slughorn's current thoughts, but he didn't break it, but followed his words and introduced it.

"This is Willa Silk, the current teacher of arithmetic and divination at Hogwarts, my...my good friend."

At the last sentence, he was obviously confused.

The current relationship between him and Silk is definitely more than just friends, but when it comes to girlfriends, Silk has never agreed, nor has he mentioned it.

Since the end of the Triwizard Tournament, the development of the relationship between the two has become more and more subtle, but this subtle and change is extremely natural, as if the relationship between them has not changed from beginning to end.

When Sherlock talked about the identity between himself and Shilk, he was also thinking to himself at the same time.

The two of them couldn't continue like this without a name and no distinction. As a man, he couldn't let Shilk take the initiative in this matter.

On the day he broke up with the grave, he had already let go of all his concerns, and now he has nothing to hesitate.

Although Sherlock's words are not named, Slughorn is not a fool. On the contrary, he is actually a person, and he can obviously hear the hidden meaning.

Immediately, his gaze towards Shilk changed.

Just like the old father seeing his daughter-in-law for the first time, his attitude is much more enthusiastic and cramped than before.

"Oh, Miss Silk, may I call you Vera?"

Shilk, who usually has no emotions in the ancient well, rarely has any other emotions. At this time, his face was actually a little red, and he was obviously a little shy.

She nodded slightly.

"Yes, Mr. Slughorn."

It's just that the tea on the table could no longer satisfy Slughorn's hospitality at this time. He got up in a hurry, rummaged around in the kitchen for a long time, and finally found only some Muggle candies to put in. On a plate, serve as refreshment for two young people.

"You should have told me in advance before you came, Sherlock. Now I have no preparations, so I can only bring some of this."

While complaining, Slughorn refilled Silk with another cup of tea, signaling her to be polite and treat it like her own home.

Sherlock was silent. Strong Sacrifice Read Sacrifice

If he really said hello before coming, the fat walrus would have packed up and ran away.

The relationship between the two is true, and it is true that Slughorn is timid enough to hide from XZ.

The topic after that naturally revolved around Silk. Slughorn had completely brought himself into the role of Sherlock's parent, and learned about Silk's family, work experience, and how Sherlock met from all aspects. of these kinds.

After talking about this, he brought the topic back to Hogwarts.

He didn't even mean to talk about the recent situation in the magical world, and he had been telling Sherlock Silk about some of the interesting things he taught at the castle.

The fat walrus is undoubtedly a very social person, and his storytelling ability is also eloquent. Sherlock and the others did not feel bored after staying here for an afternoon.

Until evening, the sun had already slanted westward to the horizon, and half of the sky was already covered with a gorgeous sunset, and Slughorn reacted as if he didn't know what to do.

"It's already here." He looked at the clock on the wall in surprise. "I was so absorbed in talking that I forgot the time. I'm sorry, Sherlock, although I really wanted to keep you and Vera with me. Had dinner here, but I just moved here not long ago, and nothing is ready, so I won't leave you here."

Slughorn shook his head regretfully.

But Sherlock was still sitting on the chair, looking at him with a smile, without any intention of getting up.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't respond, the fat walrus was also a little embarrassed. Sherlock didn't continue to make him embarrassed. He took out a few pounds from his pocket, turned his head and said to Silk. This time bAoL Zhang Si

"Can you get us some food and a few bottles of wine in the village? I think Professor Slughorn will have a few drinks tonight."

In a direction Slughorn couldn't see, Sherlock winked at Silk as he spoke.

Shilk certainly understood, she took the pound and pushed the door out of the room.

The fat walrus looked at Sherlock with a dry smile.

"You made a special trip to see me and asked you to buy dinner. It's not good."

After Silk left, Sherlock watched Slughorn's expression slowly become serious.

"You should have guessed when you entered the door, Professor, it was Dumbledore who told me your location and asked me to come here specially."

The smile on Slughorn's face became far-fetched, and then faded away, looking scowling.

"No one but him can find where I'm hiding, and it's not a good thing if he wants to find me."

Sherlock didn't admit whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that he came here, but just said calmly.

"You should have already got the news about the resurrection of the mysterious man from Fu, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com. And knowing that he will eventually come back, you know it earlier than most people in the magic world, or else Wouldn't have started to hide XZ's life so early."

Slughorn was a little decadent, he didn't say anything, but just listened to Sherlock continue to speak quietly.

"When I first started teaching at Hogwarts, in the year you came to Hogsmeade to give me the Flux, the secret room in the castle was opened." Sherlock talked about the past. .

"And the person who can open the secret room can only be the descendant of Slytherin, but this is not some student in Hogwarts, but a diary."

Hearing him say this, Slughorn's body suddenly trembled, but Sherlock's voice did not stop.

"The owner of that diary, his name is - Tom Riddle. He hid a piece of his soul in the diary, and it was this piece of soul that opened the chamber and released the basilisk, putting the castle in danger for an entire semester. "

"But it was because of this incident that I came into contact with this soul in the diary. From him, Dumbledore deduced a terrifying thing."

"This student named Tom Riddle used a very evil black magic to split his own soul at the cost of killing innocent people, and made an item called a Horcrux to make himself immortal."

"That diary is his masterpiece, one of the Horcruxes used for longevity."

Hearing him say this, Slughorn's face had turned pale, but he still didn't speak, just lowered his head and avoided Sherlock's gaze.

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