Soon, they were back in the pensive, watching another memory.
There was a much younger Professor Slughorn, who had hair. He was surrounded by a bunch of teenage boys, in his office. One of the boys was Voldemort, and he was wearing Marvolo's ring.
"Is it true that Professor Marrythought is retiring?" Voldemort asked.
"I'd like to know where you get your information boy. More knowledgable than half the staff you are."
The whole room soon filled with smoke. "You'll go wrong boy, mark my words," Professor Slughorns voice yelled. The fog cleared and they were back at the Slugclub meeting, and nobody looked as though anything unusual happened.
The clock chimed eleven, and Professor Slughorn told everyone to get back to their common rooms. All the boys left, except Voldemort
"Sir, I wanted to ask you something."
"Ask away, then, my boy, ask away."
"Sir, I wonder what you know about … about Horcruxes?'
The fog came again. "I don't know anything about Horcruxes, and I wouldn't tell you if I did. Now get out of here, and don't let me hear you mention them again!"
Professor Dumbledore brought them back and told them that Professor Slughorn had tampered with the memory.
"Neville," he said, "it will be your job to persuade Professor Slughorn to divulge the real memory, which will undoubtedly be our most crucial piece of information of all."
Neville and Jane stared at him in shock.
"But, can't you just use Legilimency?" Neville asked.
"He is much more accomplished at Occlumency than I and will be expecting it. You might want to take Hermione with you. Good luck and good night."
Jane turned to him. "I think you can do it," she said, although she was not sure of that.
"Oh, I don't think I can. Can I get a hug?"
Jane hugged him.