"Sir. Starting Dear" Harry noticed that Riddle was trying to control his emotions so that he could look more calm, but his tone still became sharper, "This sounds like an amazing secret."

"Of course it's an amazing secret, Tom." Riddle narrowed his eyes, "You know, wizards never do meaningless things. I guess you are now doubting the intention of my secret technique."

Riddle was slightly stunned.

Richard took one from the box of candied pineapple fruit in Slughorn's hand and put it in his mouth. "Although we have a little blood relationship, this is not enough for me to hand you such an important secret technique. Even my sons don't know this secret technique, and of course my friend Horace, who only knows the principle of this secret technique."

"Hey, Richard, don't say that you don't want to show me. It's clear that I am not interested in immortality. If I turn myself into a human being or a ghost, I can't enjoy wine and sweets." Slughorn said, and he rolled his eyes and said to Riddle, "Tom, you have the right to refuse. I personally do not recommend you try this dangerous unknown secret method. The methods of the previous generation may not work now. Our physique is very different from ancient wizards, let alone ancient wizards from the East. Although Chad tried every means to improve and add this secret method, it is still a question whether it can succeed."

"In other words, I'm a test subject, right?" Riddle clamped his hands, looking a little nervous.

"Yes, Tom, I don't want to lie to you." Richard's eyes stared at the little poisonous snake in front of him who carefully hid his poisonous fangs, "including my adoption of you, it is all for the purpose of practicing this secret method."

"So why me?"

"The blood of the ancestor of the Snake Whisperer, and this secret method is originally related to snakes. Letting the Snake Whisperer practice this secret method should be the most appropriate choice." Richard said slowly. "The Gunter family is the only descendant of Slytherin, and the guy who is currently alive in the Gunter family is just an idiot with a genetic disease and is not worthy of practicing this secret method at all. Then my choice is you, your mother is the daughter of the Gunter family."

"You did not disappoint me, you performed well. Nothing worse than any pure-blooded wizard. You inherited the appearance of your Muggle father and the abilities that originated from your mother's blood."

Riddle looked a little annoyed.

"Don't be angry, Riddle, I'm not saring your bloodline." Richard said. "I'm not the kind of person who is superstitious about pure blood. Your uncle is pure bloodline. But he is a fool. Intimate marriage brings strength and brings trouble. Various genetic diseases plague the pure blood family, even me."

Richard touched his hair, "Look at my hair, it shouldn't be golden. When it turns golden, it means I'm not far from my death. How short the Silver family lives. The higher the mana, the earlier I die, and I have to use various means to extend my life. This is the trouble of pure blood, Tom."

"I've never heard of these, my friends..."

"Most of your friends are just mixed-race. Children from pure-blood families will make friends with you due to your talent, but don't expect them to reveal too much to you, Tom." Richard snorted, "Now you understand that although you are mixed-race, you have unique conditions. I don't want to force anyone to make a decision. You can choose to accept this secret method or not. If you accept it, after teaching the secret method, I will give you some money as your capital. If you don't accept it, you can still stay in the Silver family until you find a job."

"Tom, you can't accept it." Slughorn said, "I can recommend you to work in the ministry. You have that talent. I believe you will be promoted to Minister of Magic within twenty years. Maybe it's only fifteen years, if you often give me such candied jackfruit, I have a strong relationship in the ministry." Slughorn shook the candied box in his hand. "You don't need to take risks."

"So, Tom, please answer me, are you willing to explore the mystery of eternal life, or are you willing to work, get married, have children, and finally die of old age, like a normal wizard." Richard said, "The decision is in your own hands."

The scene came to an abrupt end, and time seemed to have stopped. Richard, Riddle, and Slughorn were all frozen. Harry looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

Dumbledore frowned, "Let's go, Harry, we can't read this memory."

Harry felt relaxed and they returned to the principal's office.

"Professor, this memory," said Harry, "seems incomplete."

"Memory is complete, Harry, just locked." Dumbledore said, "Some wizards set up magic locks at critical moments in order to prevent memory from being stolen. Only those who know the password can continue to watch. No wonder Horas has always been reluctant to show me this memory. It turns out that he can't show me."

"Don't Professor Slughorn know the password?"

"What he got was the memory given to him by Richard. I guess Richard played a trick. He set temporary permissions in the original memory bottle. Horace could see the complete memory, but he could not reveal what he saw to anyone other than the insider."

"But Professor Slughorn himself was there, and this memory should be his memory."

"Maybe in a moment, Horas will be sent away by Richard, and he can only let us see what was insignificant before, and the memories of Richard and Riddle are just behind."

"Then won't this clue be interrupted?"
Chapter completed!