Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 25 Pensieve

Hera nodded, "I just hope that you can help the students answer some of their puzzles if you have time. After all, I'm not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old wizard anymore."

(Hera: I'm 20 years old!)

Dumbledore looked at Hera questioningly, then got up and opened the cupboard and kept searching inside.

A ornately carved stone basin hit the ground with a muffled sound.

There was still silver light shining inside.

"Oh, so it's here." Dumbledore leaned down, helped the half-moon lens on the handrail, and smiled slightly.

"Professor." Hera looked at the stone basin that fell on the ground. Isn't that the 'legendary' Pensieve?

In the black market, there were buyers clamoring for thousands of Galleons to buy a pensieve, but because the pensieve was so precious and rare, no one was willing to sell it even if they paid such a high price.

"This is a Pensieve. Sometimes I feel that there are too many thoughts and memories in my mind. At this time, I use the Pensieve to suck out the excess thoughts from my mind and put them into this basin. Take a good look at it when I have time.

You know, some things need to be in this state to be easier to see their shape and connection to each other. "

Hera nodded and didn't say much. He must know the Pensieve. After all, he traveled around Europe a lot in order to make money. Unfortunately, he didn't find anything, only some tattered 'antiques'.

Broken when touched.

Apart from wasting Hera's time and energy, he did not gain any benefits.

"I think maybe my memory can help you." Dumbledore smiled slightly and lifted the Pensieve to the table, took out his wand from his robe, and inserted the tip of the wand into his silver hair, near his temple.

When he pulled out his wand, it looked as if some strands of hair had stuck to the tip.

However, Hera had learned a lot about the Pensieve before, so she naturally knew that the same silver-white substance as in the Pensieve was actually Dumbledore's memory.

Dumbledore added this bit of thought to the basin, taking the Pensieve with his showy hands, and turning him as a gold digger turns a sand table.
But in the eyes of Hera, this is indeed similar to panning for gold, after all, it is a Pensieve! ! !
Thousands of Galleons, isn't that just panning for gold?
"Go in and have a look?" Dumbledore raised his head, and without giving Hera any time to choose, he directly took Hera's hand, and plunged into the Pensieve involuntarily.

"Well" Hera only felt that she was falling in a piece of cold and dark matter, as if being sucked into a black vortex.

Suddenly, Hera found herself in a mountain forest. There was a dense forest in front of her. She could see a small square not far away, a war monument-shaped building, and the spiers of the church on the square.

"This is Professor Dumbledore's memory? Isn't this Godric's Hollow?" Hera thought to herself, but Dumbledore with silver beard and hair was still standing beside him.

There was sadness in the corner of his mouth, as if recalling some bad memories, he was a little depressed.

"This is my memory of studying magic in the past. I think maybe this memory can give you some inspiration." Dumbledore turned sideways, revealing the two boys behind him.

yes boy.

Hera's face collapsed, Dumbledore looked down on himself too much! ?
Then the memories of learning magic in my youth just want to pass myself away?

At least middle age.
Hera thinks she's quite strong, and if she refers to actual combat ability alone, she's a little worse than a formal Auror.

This is beyond the level of many Hogwarts graduates.

But I have to say that the quality of teaching at Hogwarts is hard to beat at a glance.
"Albus, I have a better idea. These few syllables can be omitted, and the casting time can be fine." A brown-haired youth excitedly pulled the young Dumbledore and said something.

"No, no, if according to your idea, the power of the spell would be reduced by a few levels, it could have been done," the young Albus retorted.

Hera stared intently at the two youths, listening to their discussion humbly, without any previous contempt.

But I have to say that Professor Dumbledore was a handsome man before his nose was broken, but the young man beside him was really a bit sloppy.

His long brown hair was on his head in a slightly weird state, and his blue pupils revealed a hint of madness and weirdness. He was unkempt, and looked out of place with the 'beautiful man' next to him.

But the two of them get along extremely harmoniously, and they seem to be quite harmonious.

"This is my memory when I was studying magic when I was young. I believe it will help you." Dumbledore said a little sadly, reaching out to hold Hera's elbow.

"You will have a lot of time to watch it in the future, let's go back now."

Hera felt herself rising slowly into the air, the young Dumbledore and the slovenly man dissipated, and the surrounding woods also dissipated, leaving only darkness in a blink of an eye.

Then the next moment he felt as if he did somersault in slow motion, his feet fell to the ground suddenly, and he was back in the principal's office.

The bright sunlight outside shone through the windows into the office, and the Pensieve glistened on the desk. Everything just now was like a dream.

In fact, for Hera, it was indeed a dream.

"Hera, I need to emphasize one point." Dumbledore paused, "Memories are memories after all."

Hera nodded half-understood, but Dumbledore's words were more like speaking to himself. After he finished speaking, he sighed heavily and waved Hera to leave.

Holding up the Pensieve, Hera wanted to run, this is a 'treasure' worth thousands of Galleons, it must be taken away as soon as possible, lest Dumbledore change his mind.

"Ahem, Hera?"

"Ok?"

Dumbledore rubbed his temples and frowned, "The password for the principal's office is still jelly slug."

"Hmm." Hera held the Pensieve tightly, pretending not to understand Dumbledore. "Professor, you must still have a lot of things to do, so I will leave first, Quirinus should still need me, you know"

"Yes, of course I know, Hera." Dumbledore silently glanced at the Pensieve that Hera was holding tightly in his arms. He didn't know what expression was on his face hidden in the beard, but it didn't prevent Hera from guessing his expression.

It's just a bit of disgust anyway.
Hera considers herself a pragmatic person, so she doesn't think about anything for the sake of face.

Now that a Pensieve was placed in front of him, it was impossible for him to hesitate!
Rather than dusting his office in Dumbledore, he might as well give it a chance and have it in the 'right' hands.

　Updated a little late.

　　Looking at the collection in the background is also lost
　　Is it written to the point of poison?
　　The mentality exploded.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)