Enter Hogwarts

The room was quiet and empty.

There are all kinds of exquisite little things all around, some of them make crisp ding-dong sounds, and some of them are spraying smoke, just like humidifiers.

However, Li Ang was not sure that the thing sprayed out must be water mist.

On the wooden frame next to the door, squatted a big bird with bright feathers. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and glanced at him, and then put his head back under his wings without interest.

"Oh, Mr. Green?" A witch with a portrait on the wall said, "Little Hufflepuff badger, I heard Mr. Hipworth talking about you."

"Mr. Hipworth?" Leon asked confused.

"Oh, don't worry about it. He is a great wizard. Although many people ignore his contribution, he is the inventor of the refreshing potion. I digress. Albus told us that there will be a little wizard tonight. Come here and borrow the pensieve."

"The pensieve has been placed over there, you can use it directly."

Li Ang turned around and looked around, and found that there was a wooden frame right next to Phoenix's wooden frame. On the wooden frame was a shallow stone basin with letters and symbols engraved on the edge of the stone basin.

Is it a rune?Li Ang pondered.

"Hogwarts has really fallen... Now even a little Muggle-born wizard can go to the principal's office openly and use a treasure like a pensieve..." the moustachioed principal in another portrait muttered.

A medicine bottle passed through the frame and "flyed" to the principal's head with a "bang" sound. Li Ang looked back and saw that the female principal who had just spoken to him had already kicked the moustachioed principal in the side. Out of the portrait...

Well, very good, very powerful. Aunt JK never said that Ms. Delise Derwent was a therapist with a stick in one hand and a needle in the other...

As for the principal with the mustache, Li Ang could guess who it was just from the two iconic beards.

The most unpopular headmaster in history - Phineas Nigellus Black.

"So, what do I need to do?" Li Ang came to the side of the pensieve and looked at the shallow "liquid" exuding a misty silver light in the basin, feeling a little at a loss.

Do you want to dive in like in the movie?

How do I get back after diving in?

"Oh, kid, don't think too much, you just need to 'bury' your face in it..." The headmistress adjusted her clothes, "Albus has prepared the 'lessons', you just need to 'get in' ”

"Um...isn't the principal here tonight?" Li Ang hesitated and asked.

"He went out for something. He probably won't be able to come back tonight..."

Li Ang wanted to ask something more, but the phoenix behind him probably couldn't stand it anymore and flew to his head, pressing his head into the pensieve with a claw...

Li Ang only felt as if his whole body was flying up, and then slowly sinking down. It took a lot of effort to barely control the urge to scream.

Calm down, calm down, your head can be cut off, your hair can't be messed up, blood can flow, and your cold persona can't be lost!

Finally, Li Ang "landed" with weak legs. Looking around, it looked like a stone house of the same style as Hagrid's.

"Ah, you're here!" A young version of Dumbledore pushed open the door, "Are you ready to start class?"

"Um...Professor, how...are we going to have class?" Li Ang asked in confusion.

"I've built a 'maze' for you here using my memory," young Dumbledore smiled. "All you have to do is find the exit in the 'maze'."

"It's very simple!"

"Of course, in order to give you a little more urgency, I will set up some 'small obstacles' and there will be some 'cuties' chasing you behind you."

"Friendly reminder, it's best not to be caught up with these 'cuties'..."

Looking at the young Dumbledore, Leon's ominous premonition became more and more serious.

"Okay, kid, don't waste time, start your adventure! Don't worry about getting hurt, this is the world of memory..."

With that said, he opened the door and pushed Li Ang out.

With the slamming of the door behind him, Li Ang found himself standing at the entrance of the maze.

A gray-white stone maze.

After looking at the wall, which was only five meters high, Li Ang knew that he could only find his way in it honestly.

However, before Li Ang could decide whether to go left or right at the start, he heard a huffing sound coming from behind him.

When he turned around, he found a giant monster holding a wooden stick and staring at him.

Old bee!I am Geneva! ! !

Although he was in the memory of the Pensieve, Li Ang didn't want to experience the feeling of being greeted by a troll at all.

After all, in the wizarding world, there was already a fool whose name went down in history before him, and his deeds are still hung on the wall on the eighth floor!

What's more, the stench behind me is so realistic...

Ten minutes later, Li Ang lay flat on the ground of the stone house, breathing heavily.

Finally, I got to experience the treatment of a trio of protagonists.

Especially when the big stick comes down.

"Well, it didn't go well?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Li Ang wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Professor, can I ask, can this kind of 'teaching' really help me learn Occlumency?"

"I can't guarantee this." Dumbledore spread his hands. "Some people have strong wills and are born with closed-brained minds. Some people have weak personalities and may never learn it in their lifetime. It depends on you."

Depends on myself?Li Ang got up, opened the door again, and plunged into the maze.

15 minutes later, he "died" excitedly and returned to his birthplace...

Li Ang seemed to have found the trick, and immediately got up and rushed out again.

This time, he did not rush into the maze, but waited for a big man at the entrance of the maze.

Sure enough, within 3 minutes, the giant monster appeared.

Li Ang took a deep breath and tried hard to outline the lines in his mind.

Two minutes later, Li Ang had a "big guy" in his hand.

The troll rushed over. Li Ang looked enthusiastic and held the "big guy" in his hands.

"Hahahaha, you bastard, eat my blue fire Gatling!"

I pulled the trigger, but no blue fire came out...

Li Ang was hit to the ground with a big stick again, and he seemed to see a trace of disdain on the troll's face.

"?" Li Ang lay in confusion on the ground of the stone house, Damn, this script is wrong!

"Ah, it seems you have discovered the secret here..." An old voice came, and Leon turned his head and saw an old version of Dumbledore.

"Professor...are you back?" As soon as Li Ang spoke, he realized that the principal in front of him was probably a real person.

"Yes, I just went to the Ministry of Magic. It's so late at night and I don't know how to be considerate of the sleep of the elderly..." Dumbledore complained a few words and looked up and down. "I have to say, you are better than I thought. Better, Mr. Green."

"So... this place can be changed?" Li Ang asked tentatively.

"Yes, there are infinite possibilities in the world of memory..." Dumbledore said with a sigh, just shy of writing "I have a big power" on his face...