some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 73 Abnormal Feelings (Second)

"Which college are you going to?"

After getting acquainted with a few people in the carriage, James took the initiative to ask.

Lupine was a little weak. He coughed twice and said, "I don't know which academy a person like me can go to."

"Your kind?" Sirius had a smile on his lips, "What kind of person are you? Are you worried about going to Hufflepuff?"

Lupine smiled and said, "I still have this little bit of self-confidence."

The arc of Sirius' mouth became wider, and he looked at Tywin again.

"What about you?"

Tywin smiled shyly, glanced at James secretly, and said involuntarily, "I... want to go to Gryffindor."

"Another Gryffindor." Sirius shook his head.

James laughed and said: "Tywin will definitely go to Hufflepuff, he has been a fool since he was a child.

Let me tell you, Tywin went swimming in the river with me once, was caught by Grindylow, and then dragged into the bottom of the river, and I finally saved him..."

James talked about Taiwin's embarrassing things, and the other two laughed happily.

Being ridiculed by the friends he just met, Tai Wen was a little embarrassed, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Soon, a cart selling snacks arrived.

James pulled Tywin and ran towards the snack cart, and Sirius followed.

But the picture didn't move, and Lupine was still sitting alone in the car.

William finally knew whose memory this memory belonged to.

Soon, the blurred scene in the carriage disappeared.

William stood at the Ravenclaw table, before them the candlelit house table, surrounded by rows of rapt faces.

Professor McGonagall called, "James Potter!"

James swaggered towards the Sorting Hat and sat down on the stool.

Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on his head, and within a second of touching the black hair, he shouted, "Gryffindor!"

William heard Tywin beside him, and let out a painful sigh.

Tywin was not assigned to Gryffindor, nor Hufflepuff, but went to Ravenclaw by accident.

James took off his hat and handed it back to Professor McGonagall, then hurried to the cheering Gryffindor students.

Tywin's gaze was fixed on James, but the boy didn't look back at him, but sat next to Sirius and chatted eagerly with him.

A hint of jealousy and disappointment flashed in Tywin's eyes.

William frowned, and at this moment, he actually had an extremely absurd idea:

Professor Tywin stole the Ravenclaw ring not to resurrect Voldemort, but to resurrect the one killed by Voldemort... James Potter!
is it possible? !
"William, I think we should go back." A voice whispered in William's ear.

Startled, William turned his head, then looked the other way.There was an Albus Dumbledore sitting at the guest-of-honor table, watching the students sorting, he was applauding -- and there was an Albus Dumbledore beside him, watching him.

"Come on," said Dumbledore, who was beside him, and put his hand on William's elbow.

William felt himself rising slowly into the air, Hogwarts was dissipating, and in a blink of an eye there was only darkness left.

William felt as if he did somersault in slow motion, his feet suddenly dropped to the ground, and he was already in Dumbledore's office in the blinding light around him.

The stone basin gleamed in the chest in front of him, and Dumbledore stood beside him.

"Professor," William quickly apologized, "I didn't mean to look at these memories—the cabinet door was open—"

"It doesn't matter, you will see these sooner or later." Dumbledore said.

He carried the stone basin to the desk, placed it on the smooth surface, then sat down on the chair behind the desk, beckoning William to sit across from him.

William sat down, staring at the stone basin, still remembering the memory in his mind.

The things in the basin turned back to a silver-white state, swirling and rippling before his eyes.

"I think you already know what this is?" said Dumbledore.

"The Pensieve, Professor."

"Yeah, the Pensieve, a very precious alchemy item, well, sometimes I feel that there are too many thoughts and memories stuffed in my head, I believe you understand this feeling."

William nodded, his head was full of doubts now.

"At this time, I use the Pensieve," Dumbledore said, pointing to the stone basin, "suck out the redundant thoughts from my mind, pour them into this basin, and take a good look at them when I have time. In this state, It's easier for us to see their shape and how they are connected to each other."

Sounds a bit like Sherlock Holmes' memory palace.

Dumbledore drew his wand from his robes, and inserted the tip 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 - but William soon discovered that it was actually a wisp of the same silvery-white substance as in the basin.

Dumbledore added this new memory to the basin, and William saw Snape's face floating in the basin.

Dumbledore held the Pensieve in his long hands and turned it like a gold prospector turns a sand table.

After a moment, Snape opened his mouth and spoke to the ceiling, with a slight echo.

"Headmaster, I see myself, but I'm pretty sure it's not me.

The other party smelled of Polyjuice Potion. He was injured and wanted to rush into my medicine storage room, but I stopped him... Then, I followed the blood to the Ravenclaw resting door, and found Robert who was dead. "

Soon, Snape's face disappeared and it became Minister Fudge.

He stood angrily at the entrance of the school hospital and circled around. After an unknown amount of time, he blushed and said angrily, "A student and a professor died! We used a flashback spell and detected the black man in Snape's wand. magic.

I must take him into Azkaban, no matter what you say, Albus! "

Dumbledore gazed at William from above the half-moon-shaped glasses, "I was using the Pensieve when you arrived.

Ms. Gray alerted me, and I put it away hastily to go to the Ravenclaw common room, presumably the cupboard door was left ajar, and it's bound to get your attention. "

"I'm sorry." William apologized again.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"As I said, you will be able to read these sooner or later, for example, take a look at this paragraph..."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and smashed the thoughts in the basin with the tip of his stick.Immediately a figure rose from the basin, it was Tai Wen, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and thin, with an angry face.

He was still standing with his legs in the basin, not looking at William and Dumbledore.

When he spoke, it echoed as Snape did, as if it came from the depths of the stone basin.

Dumbledore slowly repeated some words, he seemed to remember something, and sighed.

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(End of this chapter)