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TOM RIDDLE
[approaching Slughorn] I was in the library the other day, in the Restricted Section, and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic. It's called, as I understand it... Horcruxes.
HORACE SLUGHORN
I beg your pardon?
TOM RIDDLE
Horcruxes. I came across the term while reading and I didn't fully understand it.
HORACE SLUGHORN
I'm not sure what you were reading, Tom, but this is very dark stuff. Very dark indeed.
TOM RIDDLE
Which is why I came to you.
HORACE SLUGHORN
[Stares at Tom for a second] A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.
TOM RIDDLE
But I don't understand how that works, Sir.
HORACE SLUGHORN
One splits ones soul and hides part of it in an object. By doing so, you are protected, should you be attacked and your body destroyed.
TOM RIDDLE
Protected?
HORACE SLUGHORN
That part of your soul that is hidden lives on. In other words, you cannot die.
TOM RIDDLE
[Looks into the fireplace] And how does one split his soul, sir?
HORACE SLUGHORN
I think you already know the answer to that, Tom.
TOM RIDDLE
Murder.
HORACE SLUGHORN
Yes. Killing rips the soul apart. It's a violation against nature.
TOM RIDDLE
[Adjusting ring on his finger, the same one in present day Dumbledore's office] Can you only split the soul once? For instance, isn't seven...
HORACE SLUGHORN
Seven? Merlin's beard, Tom! Isn't it bad enough to consider killing one person? To rip the soul into seven pieces... This is all hypothetical, isn't it, Tom? All academic?
TOM RIDDLE
[Smiling] Of course, sir. It'll be our little secret.
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DUMBLEDORE
I'm like you, Tom. I'm different.
TOM RIDDLE
Prove it.
DUMBLEDORE
I think there's something in your wardrobe that wants out, Tom.
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HORACE SLUGHORN
[To Tom] I'd like to know where you get your information. More knowledgeable than half the staff, you are. [Someone in Tom's gang laughs]
TOM RIDDLE
Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?
HORACE SLUGHORN
[Eating pineapple] Now, Tom, I couldn't tell you if I knew, could I? By the way, thank you for the pineapple. You're quite right, it is my favorite. But how did you know?
TOM RIDDLE
[Thinks of a response] Intuition.
HORACE SLUGHORN
[Smiles, then looks at a clock that has gone off] Good gracious, is it that time, already? Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippet will have us all in detention. [Everyone but Tom leaves. Tom taps the hourglass, and Slughorn notices Tom is still there] Look sharp, Tom. Don't want to be caught out of bed after hours. Is something on your mind, Tom?
TOM RIDDLE
Yes, sir. You see, I couldn't think of anyone else to go to. The other professors, well, they're not like you. They might misunderstand.
HORACE SLUGHORN
Go on.
TOM RIDDLE
[Approaching Slughorn] I was in the library the other day, in the Restricted Section, and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic, and I thought, perhaps, you could illuminate me. It's called, as I understand it... [He makes an unintelligable sound and Slughorn stares in bewilderment.]
HORACE SLUGHORN
I beg your pardon? I don't know anything about such things and if I did, I wouldn't tell you! Now get out of here at once AND DON'T EVER LET ME CATCH YOU MENTIONING IT AGAIN! [The memory becomes cloudy and ends]