Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 65 Dumbledore's Memories Fragment

Sure enough, still refuse to believe me?
The fists huddled in the cloak were tightly clenched.

Just because of Lestrange's surname, even if he did this, he still wouldn't gain Dumbledore's trust.

If it was the Weasley family, as long as they appeared in front of Dumbledore with red hair, they would be able to gain his trust unconditionally, right?

Ah.

"Professor, if that's the case, then I won't bother you. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first." Hera stood up and bowed slightly, and said bluntly.

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids, and when Hera had already taken a few steps, he slowly said, "Hera, take the pensieve back, you have too many thoughts and memories stuffed in your mind, maybe you can also try to suck out the extra thoughts from your mind, and take a good look at it when you have time."

"Perhaps you are right, Professor Dumbledore." Hera turned around and pulled out an ugly smile.

Hera sat in the room, pointing the tip of her wand at her temple, trying hard to pull out her memory, but every time she failed in the middle of the process.

"Sure enough, even the Pensieve needs a fairly high level of magical attainments to use, and it's still a bit short." Hera smiled wryly and put away her wand.

Unexpectedly, he was so weak. Dumbledore gave him the Pensieve, but kept the treasure mountain empty and could not use it.

Seeing the silver-white vortex spinning inside, Hera took a deep breath, leaning on the edge of the basin and plunged into it.

It was still the scene I saw when I entered the Pensieve for the first time - Godric's Hollow.

Everything was the same as what I saw before. Hera was used to the process of the two studying magic in the memory, so she quietly found a big rock and sat down, intending to observe and learn.

It's just that today's communication content seems to be developing in a strange direction.

Dumbledore and the young man held hands together, and the two leaned close together.
This.
Hera cautiously looked around to confirm that Dumbledore would not suddenly enter the Pensieve, and then she boldly continued to watch "Brokeback Mountain".

"Albus, you know, your brother doesn't like me all the time." The slovenly young man lowered his head, as if he was very depressed, and he didn't dare to look Dumbledore directly in the eyes.

Dumbledore raised the hands they were holding, his eyes were full of starlight, and he said with love, "It's okay, this is not an insurmountable problem, I can convince him, Gellert, you know, I only have you in my heart"

Dumbledore was still talking about love, but a name he mentioned directly made Hera's jaw drop in shock.

what?
This sloppy young man is Grindelwald! ?

The first-generation Dark Lord?

Gellert Grindelwald, who is in the limelight all over Europe and the United States?
Dumbledore and Grindelwald have such a love history.
Hera held her chin, and couldn't help thinking secretly why Dumbledore would let him see this kind of memory.

Could it be that Dumbledore had just lost his mind and gave the Pensieve to himself without examining it carefully?
Impossible, despite Dumbledore's advanced age, such low-level mistakes should be impossible to happen.

(Dumbledore: "I seem to have forgotten something. The Pensieve should be cleaned up, right? It should be just a memory of studying magic?")
Sitting on the stone for a long time, until everything around her was dissipating like smoke, everything gradually disappeared, and Hera could only see her own body—everything else turned into swirling darkness.

He knows that this is a sign that this memory has been read by him, and the next lesson should be the study of the 'next lesson'.

Then, the woods reappeared.

Hera stood in another place, which appeared to be Dumbledore's home.

The bright sunlight shines into the room through the window. In the small room, the heads of the two men are close together, and they don't know what to study.

There was also a little girl sitting beside her, lying on the bed and looking up, her feet happily dangling.

Hera moved closer, trying hard to see the parchment Dumbledore and Gellert were working on.

What was written on it was blurred, and Hera knew that this was the characteristic of memory, and it would become like this when the owner of the memory didn't pay attention, or when it was subjectively disgusted.

Those who browse the memory cannot see the content clearly.

Hera yawned, and suddenly realized that she had wasted too much time remembering, so she thought of going back to her bed to rest.

Hera, who was lying on the bed, tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. What was Dumbledore's purpose for letting him see this memory?
Is he careless?

This kind of thing will be careless?

Adults do things for a reason, and Dumbledore obviously wouldn't make that mistake.

The leakage of their love affair is enough to cause an earthquake in the wizarding world.

That. It seems that it should be a guarantee for myself.

Even telling himself this kind of thing, Dumbledore can be regarded as confiding in his heart.

In contrast, Voldemort was too unreliable, and he kept all his plans from him.

Just Snape's side.
Ugh.
Headache!

Hera worked hard to empty his brain. Tonight, he finally knew the biggest benefit of learning Occlumency——

Allow yourself to sleep peacefully.

恩波
Early the next morning, Hera was woken up by the sound of Cowper's little bell. Fortunately, he still remembered the work of the day - sending the little wizard to Hogsmeade, and then followed them all the way to King's Cross Station.

"Enough is enough, Cowper." Hera rubbed her head and supported her body with one hand and sat up from the bed, yelling at Cowper with ease, "I know I have a job, I'm already awake."

"Sir." Cowper trembled, bent down aggrieved, and said in a very humble voice: "Professor McGonagall specially asked for this."

"Uh..." Hera's anger calmed down in an instant. Professor McGonagall's worry seemed completely necessary, and he almost fell asleep!
He got up and dug out his most expensive cloak so far in the closet and put it on—after all, he had to meet the parents of the students today.

My face is still a bit too young, so I can only rely on clothing to create a mature feeling.

I deliberately picked out the same pointed hat as Professor McGonagall, stood in front of the mirror and carefully looked at my outfit, then turned coquettishly to Cowper and asked, "Cowper, how am I doing today?"

"You are still handsome and unrestrained as usual." Cowper did not raise his head to look at Hera at all, but praised Hera as if he had completed a task, "Your pupils are like the stars in the sky falling into the world, and the starlight is on you."

"That's enough, Cowper, you didn't watch it at all." Hera waved her hand to interrupt Cowper's compliment. Are house elves really sycophants?
Can't they even expand their vocabulary of praise?

(End of this chapter)