Hogwarts: When the live Q&A goes live

Chapter 276 The Pensieve: One of Dumbledore's Past Events
"Maybe there's something you should look at."

Dumbledore looked at the hesitant Harry, knowing that he wanted to ask what was right and what was wrong about what Moody told him.

But Dumbledore obviously didn't want to tell Harry directly, but was going to let him "see" part of the past with his own eyes.

Although sometimes what you see can be deceiving, but wrong information is better than nothing, and you are at a loss when something is about to happen.

Not to mention. Would he show Harry false memories?

That is obviously impossible.

"Come with me, Harry."

"Okay, Professor."

Harry followed Dumbledore and followed him to the headmaster's office.

He had been frowning tightly before, and he who was annoyed by these things quietly breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Maybe Professor Dumbledore already has the answer.

Also guessed who the Death Eater was.

Taking myself there now is very likely to identify the Death Eater.

Thinking of this, Harry felt an indescribable excitement in his heart.

He didn't know how to describe his excitement.

As long as he knows the identity of that Death Eater, then...
That Death Eater, he's got it.

Even if Voldemort came, he couldn't keep him, Harry promised here at Hogwarts.

As for whether Voldemort will do something to him or not.

I'm afraid he forgot about Dumbledore and rushed to Hogwarts to die.

Many different thoughts raced through Harry's mind.

All kinds of traps emerged in his mind.

Harry, who followed Dumbledore all the way, didn't come back to his senses until Dumbledore stopped.

The two were already standing in front of the stone beast.

Harry thought Professor Dumbledore could read passwords.

But what moved faster than he thought was the move of the stone beast.

When it sensed Dumbledore's arrival, the stone beast respectfully revealed the door behind it.

Dumbledore nodded slightly at it, leading Harry to open the door and walk up.

After arriving at the principal's office, Dumbledore said suddenly.

"Whenever I think about the past, I always find that there are many regrets in the past. Those regrets may have been a trivial choice at the beginning."

"Harry, cherish every choice you make, be cautious...careful."

Harry was stunned by Professor Dumbledore's sudden words.

Looking at the sad look on Coach Dumbledore's face who turned around.

Although he didn't know exactly what Professor Dumbledore meant, Harry still nodded very seriously.

"I see, Professor."

"I will definitely remember it, and I will attach great importance to it."

The serious look of the young man, the inexplicable expression of the old professor.

It is one of the most profound memories of the old gray-haired Harry whenever he looks back on the past after many years.

And now, Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction.

"Come on, Harry, I said I'd show you something."

"Come on, come with me."

After speaking, Dumbledore stepped forward and came to the bookshelf.

Harry followed, and when he came behind Dumbledore, he clearly saw an open place next to the bookshelf, where a rather large basin was placed.

The basin seemed to be made of bronze, and it was covered with dense patterns.

Had it been before, Harry would have thought it was patterned.

But after seeing some alchemy products, or magic items, plus that huge floating city.

Harry was sure of it the first time he saw the patterns.

The bronze basin in front of him is an alchemical object with some inexplicable purpose.

Judging from the traces on it, this should be an ancient magical creation.

Harry didn't know the purpose of this magical creation, but since Professor Dumbledore brought him here, the so-called seeing something should be related to this bronze basin.

"Do you know what this is, Harry."

The old professor's voice was full of emotion, as if he was looking back on some important past events.

"I don't know, Professor."

Harry said sincerely.

As a scumbag, it was a bit difficult for him to know the items that had to be checked in the history of magic.

A serious wizard who takes History of Magic lessons seriously.

The voice of Professor Binns lecturing is like a lullaby, enough to make most people unable to resist the drowsiness from the soul and fall into a deep sleep.

Whether it is a nightmare or a sweet dream, generally speaking, there are more people who have sweet dreams.

And Harry, he was very self-aware.

He knew that when he entered History of Magic, he belonged to the group of the majority.

Professor Binns' characteristic lullaby was enough to lull him into a good night's sleep in that History of Magic class.

"That's the Pensieve, Harry."

Dumbledore was obviously also aware of Harry's obvious partiality in certain subjects.

At that, he winked at Harry, trying to sound less serious.

Also, Professor Dumbledore is not Professor McGonagall.

He will not be so strict with students.

After all, when he was a student, he liked to violate school rules very much.

It's just that now he's old and has become the headmaster of Hogwarts himself.

"The Pensieve is a very useful magic tool used by wizards to view memories."

"Then Harry, go and have a look."

Dumbledore looked at Harry, who held his wand to his head.

A thin thread exuding white fluorescence was pulled out from his mind by Dumbledore with his wand.

That was his memory.

Strictly speaking, it was a memory of one of the things he had experienced in his life.

The long thread exudes a gentle light, just like Dumbledore's feeling.

All so gentle.

He placed his wand over the Pensieve, and the long, white, glowing string slipped from its body.

Along the way, he fell into the Pensieve.

"Go and see, Harry."

Dumbledore said again.

Harry glanced at him and took a deep breath.

Step forward and look at the bottomless water.

He couldn't figure out how a basin could hold so much water in such a large capacity.

But it's magic, isn't it?
Very magical.

He lowered his head and poked his head into the water.

From the moment he bowed his head, Dumbledore's memories had already begun.

The first thing that caught his eyes was Durmstrang's headmaster, Karkaroff.

However, the Karkaroff in front of him is somewhat different from the Karkaroff seen in the auditorium.

One is in a mess, the other is glamorous.

"So... is this the past of that headmaster?"

"He's...really a Death Eater."

Harry was puzzled, the surrounding voices sounded, and more and more people appeared.

Until, Dumbledore appeared beside him, watching this good show.

(End of this chapter)