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"
They
will
certainly
be
unable
to
tell
who
performed
the
magic
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
smiling
slightly
at
the
look
of
great
indignation
on
Harry
's
face
.
"
They
rely
on
witch
and
wizard
parents
to
enforce
their
offspring
's
obedience
while
within
their
walls
.
"
"
Well
,
that
's
rubbish
,
"
snapped
Harry
.
"
Look
what
happened
here
,
look
what
happened
to
Morfin
!
"
"
I
agree
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
Whatever
Morfin
was
,
he
did
not
deserve
to
die
as
he
did
,
blamed
for
murders
he
had
not
committed
.
But
it
is
getting
late
,
and
I
want
you
to
see
this
other
memory
before
we
part
...
"
Dumbledore
took
from
an
inside
pocket
another
crystal
phial
and
Harry
fell
silent
at
once
,
remembering
that
Dumbledore
had
said
it
was
the
most
important
one
he
had
collected
.
Harry
noticed
that
the
contents
proved
difficult
to
empty
into
the
Pensieve
,
as
though
they
had
congealed
slightly
;
did
memories
go
bad
?
"
This
will
not
take
long
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
when
he
had
finally
emptied
the
phial
.
"
We
shall
be
back
before
you
know
it
.
Once
more
into
the
Pensieve
,
then
...
"
And
Harry
fell
again
through
the
silver
surface
,
landing
this
time
right
in
front
of
a
man
he
recognized
at
once
.
It
was
a
much
younger
Horace
Slughorn
.
Harry
was
so
used
to
him
bald
that
he
found
the
sight
of
Slughorn
with
thick
,
shiny
,
straw-colored
hair
quite
disconcerting
;
it
looked
as
though
he
had
had
his
head
thatched
,
though
there
was
already
a
shiny
Galleon-sized
bald
patch
on
his
crown
.
His
mustache
,
less
massive
than
it
was
these
days
,
was
gingery-blond
.
He
was
not
quite
as
rotund
as
the
Slughorn
Harry
knew
,
though
the
golden
buttons
on
his
richly
embroidered
waistcoat
were
taking
a
fair
amount
of
strain
.
His
little
feet
resting
upon
a
velvet
pouffe
,
he
was
sitting
well
back
in
a
comfortable
winged
armchair
,
one
hand
grasping
a
small
glass
of
wine
,
the
other
searching
through
a
box
of
crystalized
pineapple
.
Harry
looked
around
as
Dumbledore
appeared
beside
him
and
saw
that
they
were
standing
in
Slughorn
's
office
.
Half
a
dozen
boys
were
sitting
around
Slughorn
,
all
on
harder
or
lower
seats
than
his
,
and
all
in
their
mid-teens
.
Harry
recognized
Voldemort
at
once
.
His
was
the
most
handsome
face
and
he
looked
the
most
relaxed
of
all
the
boys
.
His
right
hand
lay
negligently
upon
the
arm
of
his
chair
;
with
a
jolt
,
Harry
saw
that
he
was
wearing
Marvolo
's
gold-and-black
ring
;
he
had
already
killed
his
father
.
"
Sir
,
is
it
true
that
Professor
Merrythought
is
retiring
?
"
he
asked
.
