ps: Thank you to book friend Dahai after the rain and book friend Yellow for my reward support, as well as book friend Zhang Guangzhong's monthly ticket support.

Regarding the recent lack of updates and unstable situations, this is the case. I am now working as an editor on a lottery website. Because this website has just been established and has fewer staff, I have to be responsible for many aspects, so I basically can't find time, so I'm sorry.

Dumbledore obviously completely forgot that it was late at night. He hurriedly came out from behind the table, took the small bottle of memory in Harry's hand, and strode to the cabinet with a meditation basin.

"Now," Dumbledore put the basin on the table and poured the stuff from the bottle in. "Now, we are finally going to see the truth of everything. Harry, hurry..."

Harry obediently leaned over to the meditation basin, feeling his feet off the ground…he fell again in the darkness.

It was a grand room with thick and shiny grassy yellow hair and ginger mustache young Slughorn sat in a cozy winged armchair with feet resting on a large velvet cushion, holding a small glass of wine in one hand and picking in a box of candied jackfruit with the other.

"Richard, your place is so great. Do you really don't consider transferring it to me?" Slughorn said seriously.

"Don't even think about it, Horas." Richard's voice revealed a hint of fatigue, "This is the permanent real estate of the Silver family."

Slughorn seemed a little disappointed, "Okay OK, you always say that."

"What do you want to teach that little genius?" Slughorn pointed to Riddle, who was standing respectfully, "and called me here intently? Do you need a notary?"

"Because I need your intelligence, Horas." Richard coughed. "Okay, Tom, don't pretend to be a good boy. Although Horas likes you, he will not be deceived by your acting skills. You are too underestimated by your teacher."

Riddle still stood still.

"Okay, okay," said Professor Slughorn, exaggeratedly, "How can you, the Gryffindor of the Silver family understand us Slytherin?"

"Tom is not an ordinary child, Horas," said Richard. "Tom. You are not young anymore. Although wizards cannot become adults until they are 17 years old, in my opinion, you have already reached a level far beyond the average adult wizard in all aspects, so I want to ask for your opinion - do you want to live a life of **?"

Riddle looked confused, "Sorry. What does this ** life mean?"

“I mean, you can be a grown-up.”

"Hey, Richard, this is different from what he said." Slughorn almost jumped up, "Are you going to drive Tom away?"

"Drive away? If Tom wants to live, I will naturally not drive him away, but I saw the desire for freedom and the outside world in his eyes, so I plan to give him this opportunity." Richard stared at Riddle's eyes. "Tom, I want to give you a gift, a very precious gift that will benefit you for a lifetime."

"Let me guess, is it a large amount of Jin Jialong or some magic prop?" Slughorn seemed very interested.

"For wizards, the most precious thing is those magical secrets, and what I want to give you is a secret technique, the secret method of eternal life." Richard ignored Slughorn.

Harry noticed that when talking about the word "eternal life", Riddle was clever all over his body, as if he was shocked by the word.

"Eternal Life?" Slughorn repeated. "Old friend, are you crazy? Eternal Life? Are you going to teach Tom how to refine the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Relying on the Philosopher's Stone to prolong life is not immortality," said Richard. "This secret method is a real forbidden zone involving the transformation of life and death. If you study it thoroughly, immortality is not just a fantasy. Tom, I remember you asked me about the Horcrux a year ago?"

"Well, this is a topic of school's black magic defense. I wanted to do some in-depth research at that time..." Riddle explained.

"No need to hide it, Riddle, there is nothing wrong with pursuing immortality," said Richard. "Many great wizards in history have been involved in this field. Horas and I will not care about your curiosity in this field - we are not Dumbledore. I didn't answer you at that time, because I felt that your level was not enough to enter this field, but now, I think I am qualified enough. This secret technique will also involve Horcrux, so I will talk about it briefly."

"As the name suggests, Horcrux refers to an object that hides part of a person's soul."

"But I don't really understand what's going on, sir," Riddle said.

His voice was carefully controlled, but Harry could feel his excitement.

"That is, you split your soul," Richard said, "hidden part of it in an object outside the body. In this way, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you cannot die, because there is still a part of the soul left in the world without being damaged. But of course, it is not as good as a ghost if it exists in this form."

"Is there no way to recover from the *?" Riddle said.

"Of course there is." Richard glanced at Riddle meaningfully, "but this is not something that even a ghostly soul can do, it requires help and cooperation from others. Moreover, the Horcrux is not foolproof - there are many dark wizards in history who feel no worries after making the Horcrux, but are easily killed because the Horcrux itself is easily destroyed."

"Then this secret method..."
Chapter completed!