230 Life experience and comparison
finally come.
This idea suddenly came to Karan's mind.
Obviously, this was the purpose of Professor Slughorn's invitation.
And his problems don't stop there.
"Sometimes, wizards are attracted by the other side of magic. But, kid, you are only in the second grade."
"Where did you hear this word? Or are you yourself..."
He stared at Karan so closely that he even forgot to continue smoking his pipe.
Under this gaze, Karan blinked.
Finally, he nodded and said.
"Yes, sir."
"I heard it occasionally from Professor Meadows."
He blamed Meadows for the problem.
And he noticed that Professor Slughorn looked obviously relieved after hearing this answer, but he still frowned slightly.
"Dorcas?"
He looked confused and muttered to himself: "How could she study such a thing?"
"correct."
At this time, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and asked Karan: "Are you still in contact with Dorcas?"
Karan shook his head.
“I heard the term last semester,” he said.
"Why do you ask?"
Professor Slughorn clicked his pipe twice, smacked his lips and said, "Because Dorcas hasn't contacted anyone for a while, Pomona, your dean, is very worried about this." Worry, her relationship with Dorcas has always been very good.”
After noticing Callan's silence, Professor Slughorn immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he quickly made up for it: "Of course, it's also possible that she traveled to a very far place, and it would be difficult for an owl to travel through it. That distance.”
"I think so, sir." Karan agreed with the other party's words in time.
The atmosphere in the office suddenly relaxed a lot.
"As for the Horcrux..."
Slughorn tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, his eyes flickering uneasily, clearly unwilling to bring up this topic again.
"This is dark magic, very evil dark magic. You're not supposed to know about this kind of stuff, kid."
He said bluntly, his eyes still fixed on Karan.
Karan looked confused.
"Dark magic?" he asked: "You mean the spells that Professor Meadows taught us last semester? Such as the stun spell and the obstacle spell?"
"of course not."
Professor Slughorn waved his hand, shook his head and said, "Those spells are just to give you the ability to protect yourself."
"But some dark magic...is different."
He did not explain what was different, but urged Karan: "Okay, it's not too late now, I have to get you back to the dormitory quickly before the curfew."
"remember,"
He emphatically warned: "Don't try to learn anything about Horcruxes again, and don't ask any professors this kind of question again."
"It's not doing you any good."
Karan knew the conversation could only go so far.
"Okay, sir."
He had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the door.
"Wait a moment."
But when he was about to open the door, he was suddenly stopped by Slughorn.
Karan turned around and asked, "Is there anything else, sir?"
Professor Slughorn opened his mouth, looking hesitant.
After a short period of silence, he asked the inexplicable question again.
"Are you a Muggle-born?" he asked.
Callan was stunned. Before he could answer, Professor Slughorn shook his head in annoyance and said, "Oh, forget this question, kid."
"This is just me being confused for a moment."
Karan frowned slightly. He stood in front of the office door and did not leave.
"Sir," he said.
"Does the Muggle-born you mentioned have anything to do with Horcruxes?"
After noticing the surprise on Professor Slughorn's face, Karan explained in a panic: "Sorry, sir. I just noticed that you asked questions about my life experience twice in a row, but before that, I just happened to ask you about Horcruxes again."
"I don't know what it means. I just asked out of curiosity. I never thought it would be that kind of evil black magic."
"I don't want anything to do with it, not at all."
He looked a little uneasy, full of fear of the unknown.
"Are Muggle-borns more susceptible to Horcrux selection?"
"Like a wand choosing a wizard?"
Professor Slughorn was so stunned that he didn't even notice the cigarette ashes spilling on the wizard's robes.
"No, of course not!"
He suddenly jumped up and paced back and forth in front of the sofa.
But his appearance made Karan become more and more uneasy, and even his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Oh, kid, sit down."
Professor Slughorn had no choice but to point to the sofa again, and he muttered helplessly: "Since it was Dorcas who caused the trouble..."
"I really don't know what she was thinking about? First she suddenly started looking for the secret room, and then she said such evil words as Horcrux in front of the lower-grade students..."
When he heard [Chamber of Secrets], Karan paused slightly, but he quickly sat down again without letting Slughorn notice this abnormality.
"Horcrux, Horcrux..."
Slughorn slowly sat opposite Callan. He continued to tap the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, and his eyes seemed a little suspicious.
"When did you hear that word?" he asked.
"It was when Professor Meadows hurt me when I was unconscious." Karan said with an uneasy tone.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Slughorn smacked his mouth in dissatisfaction.
Even though Meadows was one of his favorite students, he still couldn't be satisfied with this behavior.
"She is really reckless and too strict with her students."
"Not even Albus can do such a thing."
He inexplicably compared Albus to Meadows.
Karan looked confused.
In his opinion, it seems that the two should not be compared together, especially when it comes to students.
As Professor Slughorn said, Meadows is much more reckless.
"correct,"
At this time, Professor Slughorn suddenly asked with some interest: "Did you really do it?"
"Successfully cast the Iron Armor Curse in the first grade?"
He seemed to have been confused about this matter for a long time.
Karan did not take the initiative to mention the Horcrux, and he suddenly realized that his next answer would be the key.
What Professor Slughorn likes most are those gifted students.
"Yes, sir."
Karan said: "I already learned the Iron Armor Curse when I was in the first grade."
This time, he didn't use the excuse of luck.