Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 152 Pensieve

"It's confusing."

"The memories of more than a hundred people are stuffed into one soul, and this soul itself is extremely heterogeneous, even a hundred times more evil than the most evil Horcrux."

Dumbledore carefully poured the silvery thread-like liquid in a special container into the stone basin behind the desk in his office.

This is the Pensieve.

A prop that allows He Gang to understand what those hungry people have experienced.

"I'm afraid that the whole of New York died at the hands of those big filths."

He Gang supported the edge of the Pensieve with both hands, his brows were almost locked together,
"Apocalypse of flesh and blood, mother of suffering, Isos of the heart..."

Maybe there is something equally terrifying and eerie hiding somewhere in New York.

But why?
The city seemed to have a higher density of big filth than anywhere else.

He thought, and turned his eyes to the simple Pensieve carved with complicated patterns, in which there were silver-gray semi-viscous liquid and faint blue silk threads, emitting a strange light.

Those threads are memories.

Perhaps far more than Dumbledore's own.

"From now on, we will leave the solid foundation of facts, and together go through the dim swamp of memory, and enter the intricate and bold guesses. At this point, even as wise as Merlin may make a wrong judgment."

Dumbledore said softly, and took a deep breath, he made a gesture of please to He Gang,
"Some memories may have faults. After all, the consciousness of many people was forcibly integrated into one soul, and after such a long time of torture and suffering, the owner of this memory has completely fallen into madness...so you may still watch I saw some weird and unusual things, which are probably the imagination of the memory owner."

"This kind of statement may make sense in the previous world... conjecture... But in this world, maybe they really saw something unspeakable?"

He Gang smiled wryly and shook his head.

He doesn't think that all weird things don't exist. You must know that even the most determined materialists will shake their beliefs during the horror experience during this period, not to mention Hong Kong is not firm.

"No matter how weird it is, it can only be a memory that has become the past, and it will not have any impact on us."

Dumbledore said.

He was the first to sink his consciousness into the Pensieve.

He Gang pouted, without hesitation, he poked his whole face in.

Falling in the dark, this is a feeling of complete weightlessness, similar to astronauts completely out of the earth's gravity.In fact, He Gang had never experienced such a feeling except now.

Even when flying in the sky.

After about a minute, he finally stepped on solid ground.

"that's me."

Dumbledore's voice rang in He Gang's ears, and he pointed to a tall figure in front of him and said cheerfully that that person was crossing the road in front of a horse-drawn milk cart.

This young Albus Dumbledore has auburn hair and a long beard.He came to the side of the road and strode forward along the sidewalk. The elegant fuchsia velvet suit on his body attracted many curious eyes.

"This is your memory space?"

He Gang was a little curious, he knelt down and touched the ground with his hand,
"A very solid ground, unlike the will space, has very stable physical rules, and there are almost no vague marginalized areas when humans recall."

He pointed to a man begging by the side of the road:

"Can you even clearly remember every hair of such a homeless person who doesn't pay attention at all?"

"Honestly, Xiaogang, do you know why I live so long?"

"why?"

"I never ask too many questions, and I don't meddle too much."

"Oh……"

He Gang was a little embarrassed.

But they seem to have entered the wrong memory. This place is obviously a dilapidated London before and after World War II.

And it's obviously not the current dungeon world at all.

He then asked aloud:
"Are we going the wrong way?"

"No, it's my habit."

Dumbledore shrugged beside He Gang, he put his hand on the latter's shoulder, and then took the lead to walk forward,
"This is my most important memory before. In order to deepen the impression, I always set the first memory I see after entering the Pensieve here."

They followed young Dumbledore at last through a large iron gate and into a bare courtyard.

Behind the courtyard is a boxy, gloomy and old-fashioned building surrounded by high railings.He went up the few steps to the front door and knocked.A moment later a scruffy girl in an apron opened the door.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole, I think, she is the steward here?"

"Oh,"

said the girl with a perplexed face, gazing sharply at Dumbledore's strange outfit,

"Well, wait a minute, Mrs. Cole!"

She turned her head and yelled.

"It's a little late for this girl's acne to disappear."

He Gang turned to Dumbledore and said, "I must be staying up late."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows:

"I wanted to ask her out for coffee at the time."

"I really don't agree with your aesthetic."

He Gang bared his teeth.

With the memory inserted into him by the system, he has seen many weird-looking guys in the wizarding world, and even conjoined twins with two heads, which probably makes their aesthetics different from ordinary people.

A distant voice shouted in answer.

The girl turned to Dumbledore again.

"Come in, she'll be here soon."

Young Dumbledore then followed inside.

The people around me seemed to notice that my socks were turned over and squatted down to smooth them out.

At the same time, He Gang seemed to see... the acne girl in front suddenly looked back at them?
Can't.

Must be an illusion.

How could someone in a memory look at me...

He Gang feels that he has a nervous breakdown

"So what is this place?"

When Dumbledore stood up, He Gang asked, "We don't need to follow?"

Taking a deep breath, Dumbledore said, "This is an orphanage. Tom Riddle lost his parents, you know."

Tom Riddle is the famous and notorious Voldemort.

With Voldemort's ability and status, it can probably be considered a silver rank in this dungeon world, right?

The corner of He Gang's mouth curled up a little.

Looking at it now, the fighting to death in the wizarding world is like playing around with children.

"We don't follow up, there is another way."

Dumbledore led He Gang into another alley.

(End of this chapter)