Harry walked into the dark chamber, a smell of dust and decay rushed into his nostrils, and he was choked and coughed a few times.He took out his wand and whispered, "lumos."
A cloud of white light from the tip of his wand instantly illuminated the narrow room, and now Harry could see the arrangement clearly.To his left was a silver pool in which floated an impenetrable mist, and to his right hung several ancient clocks that had stopped.Directly opposite him was a dark blue curtain, on which was embroidered with copper thread an eagle about to fly.
Harry walked lightly to the curtain and reached out to lift it off.It was indeed a portrait. The witch in it was wearing an exquisite retro-style wizard robe, decorated with various ornaments, and wearing the Ravenclaw crown on her beautiful black hair.She is holding a book, reading while sitting under the shade of the tree in the painting, motionless.
"Rowena?"
The witch didn't look up.
Harry stood quietly in front of the painting for a long time, until he thought that the portrait was not infused with magic and was about to turn away, the witch in the painting stood up and walked towards him.She didn't smile, and there was no joy on her face, she just nodded to him very plainly.
"You're here?" Rowena said in a tone that greeted a stranger.
"I met Selina, the basilisk, in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets," said Harry. "She told me to come here."
"You don't remember?" Rowena sneered. "Of course, I don't expect people like you to remember. I'm afraid you only remember the black magic best."
Harry: "..." You're right.
"Your memory is there, the magic of going back in time." Rowena pointed to the silver pool on Harry's left, and said coldly. "Leave after reading, I don't want to care about you anymore. I've read books here for hundreds of years, and I'm tired of reading them. If Helga didn't ask me, of course I wouldn't be so kind, and I'll keep you here memory."
"Is this the prototype of the Pensieve?" Harry walked to the side of the pool, and put his fingers into the cloud of white mist, feeling a bit of coolness.
Rowena said nothing.
It's over, it's over, his sister in the previous life has a grudge against him.Harry's heart is cold, and it doesn't sound like he was a good person in his previous life.
He still resolutely walked into the cloud of white mist, the moment his head touched them, the white mist surged up as if being blown by the wind, and streamed in from his temple.These memories are fragmented, like torn film films, flashed through his mind one after another over the years.
……
12-year-old afternoon.
"Rodel, my good brother. What should I say to you? Don't do dangerous experiments, you are about to blow up the house." With a trace of habitual superiority and coldness, there was a rare expression in the words The gentle, beautiful girl with black hair and blue eyes bent her eyes and confiscated the things in his hand. "Roddy, let me introduce you to my new friend, Miss Hufflepuff."
A girl with warm brown hair and brown eyes stood in front of him. The sunlight outlined a gentle silhouette for her. She conjured a bouquet of daisy flowers by magic and sent them to the little black-haired boy.The boy lifted his clear, cold blue eyes from the book and looked at her, his thin lips pursed.
"Ah, I forgot, boys don't seem to like these things." The girl smiled, smiling like a spring breeze and a fluffy rabbit, a winter fire and feathers brushing her cheeks—it was so warm.
"No, I like it."
……
20-year-old morning.
As the years passed, the little boy had grown into a handsome and tall youth.He sat quietly in the middle of a basement, in front of him was a huge shining magic circle, books were scattered behind him, one on top of the other, the contents were profound enough to make one tremble.
"Rodel, I'm worried about you." Rowena appeared behind him, frowning delicately. "You should stop this, I understand your obsession with the truth, because I am too. But life and soul is something we should not touch, that is the realm of God."
"No, I will reveal the truth about it." The young man said stubbornly.
"Rodel, do you know? Wisdom is more important than knowledge, and meaning is more important than truth."
"That's what I mean."
Rowena let out a long sigh. "Rodel, you will understand later."
……
22 late at night.
A strange yet very familiar building appeared in the picture, that was Hogwarts.A young man and woman are sitting in the moonlit atrium, ivy surrounds the beautiful white carved pillars, and hangs down green leaves and layers of fine shadows.
"Helga, don't marry him." The black-haired young man lowered his eyes, rubbing a poor leaf nervously with his fingers, and the fragrance of plant juice permeated the air.
"I won't." Helga smiled and said, "I don't like the surname Haierbo. His ancestors are notorious dark wizards."
"Then do you mind the surname Ravenclaw?" Under the moonlight, the young man's blue eyes were astonishingly bright.He laughed foolishly, and the cold, penetrating eyes in his eyes melted into innocent tenderness.
"Helga, it's been ten years, and you know it. That bouquet of daisies is still in bloom. Would you like to see it?"
"Helga, will you give me a chance?"
The brown-haired young witch shook her head and said the last thing Rodel wanted to hear. "Rodel, I just regard you as my younger brother."
"No, you're not." The young man retorted excitedly, "Why, Helga, tell me the real reason..."
The witch was silent for a while, then said with determination. "You are doing research on soul and life."
The gentle smile disappeared from her face, her expression was never serious and cold.
"You enticed young wizards to participate in your research, experimenting with their souls, most of them Muggleborn."
"You have become paranoid and crazy for the so-called knowledge and truth. You are not the same Rodel as before."
The young man's face turned pale.
Helga finally said the words: "You make me sick."
"I see." The young man interrupted her with a trembling voice, and said coldly: "If you're disgusting, just be disgusting. You can hold your hurtful kindness and give it to those filthy Muggles. I don't need it." .”
He got up and walked away quickly, and Helga also left slowly in the opposite direction.
You chose your path and I chose mine.
……
The bouquet of daisies, which had been meticulously maintained for ten years, finally thanked on the day he and Slytherin left.
"Are you really going to leave with me?" The wizard in the dark green silver-streaked robe asked him, "Even if you and Rowena fell out and were expelled from the family, don't you care about Helga? Come on, she's getting married."
"She will get married if I don't leave, of course the groom will not be me." The young man with a pair of blue eyes replied coldly: "If you want to control me, why don't you and Gryffindor get married first?" Take care of the mess, tsk."
Slytherin's face darkened, and his tone was extremely sarcastic. "He doesn't understand my career, and even firmly opposes my beliefs. Also, isn't he already engaged? Gryffindor needs an heir, huh, shouldn't Slytherin?"
"Don't you already have one? The witch named Gaunt?" Rodel teased Slytherin's pet, the basilisk named Selina, who often complained that the Parseltongue he learned the day after tomorrow had an accent. "I know it was an accident, but I have to remind you that you didn't do anything good yourself."
"You dare to say me? You are not much better." Slytherin smiled mockingly. "Age of marriageable age, young men and women, talented and good-looking, anyone who sees it says they are a good match. I really admire you, Mr. Ravenclaw, for being able to part ways like this. Let me tell you, when I first saw you, I I know you're going to be single for the rest of your life."
"She said the experiments I was doing were evil."
"He also said my ideas were evil."
"Each each other."
"Brothers and brothers."
"Ah."
……
30-year-old evening.
"Why did you go?" Salazar leaned against the porch in the garden, holding a soft white book in his hand.
"Remember what I told you about the Horcrux experiment?"
Salazar looked at him in surprise. "You split your soul?"
"Tsk. Salazar, how stupid would a person be to experiment with his own soul? I'm obviously not that kind of person." Rodel sat down beside his friend. "A few Muggles killed a little witch named Anne some time ago. You should have heard of it. Can you imagine? Those who burned Anne were her family. This is the despicable Muggle who lives in fear." melon."
He sneered. "I captured them, split their souls, thirteen samples, all insane. This way will not work."
"So you decided to study the next method?" Salazar looked at him with some concern.
"Of course. As I said before, once I research it, I can also give you a copy, so that you can gain unlimited lives." Rodel added. "If you still miss that...Gryffindor, I have no objection to giving him a copy. But this is black magic, you know it better than me, and he will never use it."
"No need." His friend refused.
He turned to look at Salazar.His good friend still looks young and handsome, the moonlight outlines the deep and charming lines on his face, but they all know that the years will whiten the long black hair, and the beautiful dark green eyes have slender wrinkles , and in the end they will experience ugliness, weakness, and death.
"Salazar, why don't you want to live forever?"
"When you're all dead... when he's gone, I don't want to be alone," Slytherin said slowly. "Why are you so obsessed with immortality?"
Rodel looked at the shadows of the flowers, branches and leaves in front of the courtyard, they were vibratingly vibrating on the ground.This is a spring night, the breeze, the moonlight and the fragrance of flowers, everything is so young and beautiful, it is impossible to let go.
He stood up and answered decisively.
"Because death means, I can no longer think."
……
120 twilight.
At the end of all memories, it is a mysterious place that seems to be the end of the world, where endless white halos render the entire space.Rodel stood there with his wand pointed forward.His appearance has not changed at all, and time has hardly marked him.
He kept putting the protective cover on, as if he was resisting some pressure. When the layers of magic protection were about to be shattered, a trace of relief finally appeared on his face.
"I regret it." He said softly to himself. "Wash my memory and start over."
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Slytherin spoke slowly. "Why are you so obsessed with immortality?"
Rodel looked at the shadows of the flowers, branches and leaves in front of the courtyard, they were vibratingly vibrating on the ground.This is a spring night, the breeze, the moonlight and the fragrance of flowers, everything is so young and beautiful, it is impossible to let go.
He stood up and answered decisively——
"Of course it's because I love learning! How can I study after I die! What's the point of life without learning!"
Salazar: ...
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A cloud of white light from the tip of his wand instantly illuminated the narrow room, and now Harry could see the arrangement clearly.To his left was a silver pool in which floated an impenetrable mist, and to his right hung several ancient clocks that had stopped.Directly opposite him was a dark blue curtain, on which was embroidered with copper thread an eagle about to fly.
Harry walked lightly to the curtain and reached out to lift it off.It was indeed a portrait. The witch in it was wearing an exquisite retro-style wizard robe, decorated with various ornaments, and wearing the Ravenclaw crown on her beautiful black hair.She is holding a book, reading while sitting under the shade of the tree in the painting, motionless.
"Rowena?"
The witch didn't look up.
Harry stood quietly in front of the painting for a long time, until he thought that the portrait was not infused with magic and was about to turn away, the witch in the painting stood up and walked towards him.She didn't smile, and there was no joy on her face, she just nodded to him very plainly.
"You're here?" Rowena said in a tone that greeted a stranger.
"I met Selina, the basilisk, in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets," said Harry. "She told me to come here."
"You don't remember?" Rowena sneered. "Of course, I don't expect people like you to remember. I'm afraid you only remember the black magic best."
Harry: "..." You're right.
"Your memory is there, the magic of going back in time." Rowena pointed to the silver pool on Harry's left, and said coldly. "Leave after reading, I don't want to care about you anymore. I've read books here for hundreds of years, and I'm tired of reading them. If Helga didn't ask me, of course I wouldn't be so kind, and I'll keep you here memory."
"Is this the prototype of the Pensieve?" Harry walked to the side of the pool, and put his fingers into the cloud of white mist, feeling a bit of coolness.
Rowena said nothing.
It's over, it's over, his sister in the previous life has a grudge against him.Harry's heart is cold, and it doesn't sound like he was a good person in his previous life.
He still resolutely walked into the cloud of white mist, the moment his head touched them, the white mist surged up as if being blown by the wind, and streamed in from his temple.These memories are fragmented, like torn film films, flashed through his mind one after another over the years.
……
12-year-old afternoon.
"Rodel, my good brother. What should I say to you? Don't do dangerous experiments, you are about to blow up the house." With a trace of habitual superiority and coldness, there was a rare expression in the words The gentle, beautiful girl with black hair and blue eyes bent her eyes and confiscated the things in his hand. "Roddy, let me introduce you to my new friend, Miss Hufflepuff."
A girl with warm brown hair and brown eyes stood in front of him. The sunlight outlined a gentle silhouette for her. She conjured a bouquet of daisy flowers by magic and sent them to the little black-haired boy.The boy lifted his clear, cold blue eyes from the book and looked at her, his thin lips pursed.
"Ah, I forgot, boys don't seem to like these things." The girl smiled, smiling like a spring breeze and a fluffy rabbit, a winter fire and feathers brushing her cheeks—it was so warm.
"No, I like it."
……
20-year-old morning.
As the years passed, the little boy had grown into a handsome and tall youth.He sat quietly in the middle of a basement, in front of him was a huge shining magic circle, books were scattered behind him, one on top of the other, the contents were profound enough to make one tremble.
"Rodel, I'm worried about you." Rowena appeared behind him, frowning delicately. "You should stop this, I understand your obsession with the truth, because I am too. But life and soul is something we should not touch, that is the realm of God."
"No, I will reveal the truth about it." The young man said stubbornly.
"Rodel, do you know? Wisdom is more important than knowledge, and meaning is more important than truth."
"That's what I mean."
Rowena let out a long sigh. "Rodel, you will understand later."
……
22 late at night.
A strange yet very familiar building appeared in the picture, that was Hogwarts.A young man and woman are sitting in the moonlit atrium, ivy surrounds the beautiful white carved pillars, and hangs down green leaves and layers of fine shadows.
"Helga, don't marry him." The black-haired young man lowered his eyes, rubbing a poor leaf nervously with his fingers, and the fragrance of plant juice permeated the air.
"I won't." Helga smiled and said, "I don't like the surname Haierbo. His ancestors are notorious dark wizards."
"Then do you mind the surname Ravenclaw?" Under the moonlight, the young man's blue eyes were astonishingly bright.He laughed foolishly, and the cold, penetrating eyes in his eyes melted into innocent tenderness.
"Helga, it's been ten years, and you know it. That bouquet of daisies is still in bloom. Would you like to see it?"
"Helga, will you give me a chance?"
The brown-haired young witch shook her head and said the last thing Rodel wanted to hear. "Rodel, I just regard you as my younger brother."
"No, you're not." The young man retorted excitedly, "Why, Helga, tell me the real reason..."
The witch was silent for a while, then said with determination. "You are doing research on soul and life."
The gentle smile disappeared from her face, her expression was never serious and cold.
"You enticed young wizards to participate in your research, experimenting with their souls, most of them Muggleborn."
"You have become paranoid and crazy for the so-called knowledge and truth. You are not the same Rodel as before."
The young man's face turned pale.
Helga finally said the words: "You make me sick."
"I see." The young man interrupted her with a trembling voice, and said coldly: "If you're disgusting, just be disgusting. You can hold your hurtful kindness and give it to those filthy Muggles. I don't need it." .”
He got up and walked away quickly, and Helga also left slowly in the opposite direction.
You chose your path and I chose mine.
……
The bouquet of daisies, which had been meticulously maintained for ten years, finally thanked on the day he and Slytherin left.
"Are you really going to leave with me?" The wizard in the dark green silver-streaked robe asked him, "Even if you and Rowena fell out and were expelled from the family, don't you care about Helga? Come on, she's getting married."
"She will get married if I don't leave, of course the groom will not be me." The young man with a pair of blue eyes replied coldly: "If you want to control me, why don't you and Gryffindor get married first?" Take care of the mess, tsk."
Slytherin's face darkened, and his tone was extremely sarcastic. "He doesn't understand my career, and even firmly opposes my beliefs. Also, isn't he already engaged? Gryffindor needs an heir, huh, shouldn't Slytherin?"
"Don't you already have one? The witch named Gaunt?" Rodel teased Slytherin's pet, the basilisk named Selina, who often complained that the Parseltongue he learned the day after tomorrow had an accent. "I know it was an accident, but I have to remind you that you didn't do anything good yourself."
"You dare to say me? You are not much better." Slytherin smiled mockingly. "Age of marriageable age, young men and women, talented and good-looking, anyone who sees it says they are a good match. I really admire you, Mr. Ravenclaw, for being able to part ways like this. Let me tell you, when I first saw you, I I know you're going to be single for the rest of your life."
"She said the experiments I was doing were evil."
"He also said my ideas were evil."
"Each each other."
"Brothers and brothers."
"Ah."
……
30-year-old evening.
"Why did you go?" Salazar leaned against the porch in the garden, holding a soft white book in his hand.
"Remember what I told you about the Horcrux experiment?"
Salazar looked at him in surprise. "You split your soul?"
"Tsk. Salazar, how stupid would a person be to experiment with his own soul? I'm obviously not that kind of person." Rodel sat down beside his friend. "A few Muggles killed a little witch named Anne some time ago. You should have heard of it. Can you imagine? Those who burned Anne were her family. This is the despicable Muggle who lives in fear." melon."
He sneered. "I captured them, split their souls, thirteen samples, all insane. This way will not work."
"So you decided to study the next method?" Salazar looked at him with some concern.
"Of course. As I said before, once I research it, I can also give you a copy, so that you can gain unlimited lives." Rodel added. "If you still miss that...Gryffindor, I have no objection to giving him a copy. But this is black magic, you know it better than me, and he will never use it."
"No need." His friend refused.
He turned to look at Salazar.His good friend still looks young and handsome, the moonlight outlines the deep and charming lines on his face, but they all know that the years will whiten the long black hair, and the beautiful dark green eyes have slender wrinkles , and in the end they will experience ugliness, weakness, and death.
"Salazar, why don't you want to live forever?"
"When you're all dead... when he's gone, I don't want to be alone," Slytherin said slowly. "Why are you so obsessed with immortality?"
Rodel looked at the shadows of the flowers, branches and leaves in front of the courtyard, they were vibratingly vibrating on the ground.This is a spring night, the breeze, the moonlight and the fragrance of flowers, everything is so young and beautiful, it is impossible to let go.
He stood up and answered decisively.
"Because death means, I can no longer think."
……
120 twilight.
At the end of all memories, it is a mysterious place that seems to be the end of the world, where endless white halos render the entire space.Rodel stood there with his wand pointed forward.His appearance has not changed at all, and time has hardly marked him.
He kept putting the protective cover on, as if he was resisting some pressure. When the layers of magic protection were about to be shattered, a trace of relief finally appeared on his face.
"I regret it." He said softly to himself. "Wash my memory and start over."
The author has something to say: Is it so serious, literary and artificial! ! !
This is the time that - calls -
I'm sorry I sent a mouthful of glass slag to gs/sg, sorry I sent a mouthful of glass slag to all the Big Four eras.
The painting style will change back in the next chapter.
-------------------------------------
【Advance receipt of new articles】
The new article has been opened, the main line has been thought out, and the details have not been perfected.It is the same series of this book, called "The Wizarding World of Technological Revolution", the style of painting is about the size of a rice, if you are interested, you can book a wave in advance, and open the other one after the end of this one.
-------------------------------------
[small theater]
Slytherin spoke slowly. "Why are you so obsessed with immortality?"
Rodel looked at the shadows of the flowers, branches and leaves in front of the courtyard, they were vibratingly vibrating on the ground.This is a spring night, the breeze, the moonlight and the fragrance of flowers, everything is so young and beautiful, it is impossible to let go.
He stood up and answered decisively——
"Of course it's because I love learning! How can I study after I die! What's the point of life without learning!"
Salazar: ...
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