[HP] Noble

For novices, the existence of the Pensieve is as annoying as Floo powder-you can't imagine how strange it is to stand upside down and plunge into a basin of cold water in the winter. As the sensation spreads to every cell, everything around you goes dark, and you feel like you've been blinded and forced to fall into a bottomless pit—a very intense weightlessness that's overwhelming.

If it weren't for this kind of behavior, Harry wanted to find a place to vomit for a while almost as soon as he landed, but he held back-thinking about it, this is in the precious memory of an old man, this is indeed too impolite .

Harry struggled to open his eyes, then opened his mouth in surprise.

At this moment, he and Dumbledore were standing on a rock.You can smell the sea and hear the crash of the waves crashing against the rocks.The moon hangs above the head, and the sky is full of stars reflecting the sea, and the stars are dotted.And he was standing in the middle of this majestic landscape, on a high black reef out of the sea, the waves rolled up suddenly, startling Harry, he hastily pulled his feet back, and found Those splashes didn't wet my shoes.

Take it easy, dear, this was in Professor Dumbledore's memory - Harry had to remind himself silently.

"Look, that's me."

Dumbledore's reassuring voice was just right, and he pointed forward with his charred finger.Harry, who was finally relieved a little, raised his head and looked along his fingertips, just in time to see a black independent island not far from the opposite side of the reef. On the edge of the island, a white robe wearing a tall pointed mage hat The wizard's back, at this moment he is bending over and carefully looking at other things.

"It's very strange to look at yourself, isn't it?" the old headmaster said cheerfully. He didn't mean to go in and take a look. On the reef, Dumbledore on the island seemed to turn his head, and said something behind him——

Oh, it seems that in the memory of the old principal, there is a second person?

Harry tilted his head, and at the same time, a bright light suddenly flashed on the other side of the island, and soon, the light slowly floated up from the tip of the unknown wand, and finally hung over Dumbledore Not far from the sky above that person's head——

It's a little lumos adapted spell.

Harry couldn't close his mouth anymore - he could have guessed even if the fluorescent flashes hadn't caught the neatly brushed platinum hair -

Harry found that he could hardly find his own voice, and after a long time, he said dryly, "How could it be him?"

Draco Malfoy.

At this very moment, besides that damned Slytherin, who else is the person on the other side of the island who is straightening his pretentious waist and discussing with the headmaster in a low voice with a cold expression on his face?

Facing Harry's angrily questioned, Dumbledore just waved his hand with a smile, and he gently patted the shoulder of the furious Gryffindor, and then, amidst the latter's low cry, he slumped out——

Oddly enough, he didn't fall into the sea as Harry had imagined.Instead, he floated on the surface of the sea, as if he was stepping on a stable board—just like before, the waves came rushing in, but Dumbledore's robe was not wet at all.The old man smiled and waved to Harry who was stunned, "Come on—" He turned his head, looked at himself and Draco in his memory, and the smile on his face deepened, "We're about to go in."

"Where to go in?" Harry asked foolishly, and stepped out bravely—of course he didn't fall into the sea. When he realized this, he stepped to Dumbledore's side in three steps and two steps, " Where are we going? Why is Malfoy here? Is there anything you need his help with?"

"This is the memory of last summer vacation."

"I wasted almost the whole summer vacation at my aunt's house—" And you just ignored him and brought Malfoy to do these important things!Harry swallowed the second half of the sentence angrily, because he quickly realized that there was no key word in the headmaster's "whom to take, where to do, what to do" that was his turn.

"I have wanted to hide it all my life, Harry, I have made many mistakes—only this one has brought me a loss that I cannot bear, but today, perhaps because of Merlin's guidance, I have to make it public In front of your eyes."

"Who's not wrong, Professor?" Harry replied, not quite sincerely, "No one has ever complained about you."

The old headmaster just smiled, he didn't seem to get much comfort, and his face looked a little tired.

The two walked onto the island silently on the waves, only then did Harry realize that Dumbledore and Draco in his memory were standing in front of an ancient stone gate—it turned out to be an ancient stone gate, on which was There are countless ancient magic lines carved, some of which have been eroded probably due to years of wind and rain.But it can be barely seen that there is a totem-like carved mural under the ancient magic pattern-this is probably a totem of belief of a certain tribe a long time ago.

"I need the blood of a dark wizard to help me complete this task." Standing beside Harry, Dumbledore watched himself conjure a silver knife with his wand in his memory, and explained patiently to Harry, " At this time, Lucius happened to have to stay by Voldemort's side, so I had no choice but to ask Mr. Malfoy to help me with this—you know, Severus is not very satisfied with my decision."

Dumbledore, who was wearing a white robe, handed the silver knife to Draco, who took the knife without saying a word, frowned slightly, and did not hesitate under Harry's surprised gaze. cut his own wrist.

Blood continued to flow down the wound he cut, and when the blood of the descendant of the dark wizard stained the weathered and blurred totem, a miracle happened——

All the ancient runes on the stone gate seemed to be awakened suddenly, they began to shine with golden light, and the red blood flowed regularly along the grooves of the totem pattern—like a living and eerie It is as sinuous and elegant as a blood snake.

"Thank you, I knew it would be useful, little Mr. Malfoy." White robe Dumbledore said, he withdrew the knife that Draco handed back to him, tapped it with his wand, and the knife disappeared in his hand At the same time, the wound on Draco's wrist disappeared completely - the moment the bleeding stopped, the wound also disappeared, without even leaving a scar.

Draco put down his sleeves with a cold face, stretched out his hand without saying a word, and easily pushed the stone door open.

The wind blowing from the other side of the door blew Dumbledore's beard in the white robe up, and the white wizard stopped under his feet, causing people to stop unexpectedly.

Harry held his breath, realizing that Dumbledore was about to say something important, and it turned out to be his guess—

"I think you should know from your father that I used to have a great army." Dumbledore said slowly in the memory, his back was turned to Harry, and Harry couldn't see his expression.

"Yes." Draco's disdain and sarcasm were undisguised because he was facing outside, "Your Knights of the Round Table."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment.

"This is the grave of the clown."

Harry noticed that the old man beside him suddenly grabbed the hand on his shoulder subconsciously, and then let it go quickly - this is a very subtle feeling, when you are standing next to two long The old people who look exactly the same, now even their expressions are exactly the same, just like a mirror—Dumbledore in the white robe turned around, and Harry was not surprised to find that the sadness and exhaustion in his eyes were the same as that of Dumbledore now Lido is in full agreement...

Slytherin fell silent.

After a while, he sneered: "You don't need to tell me this, professor—the clown is dead."

In the second half of the sentence, Draco suddenly accentuated his tone.

Harry was surprised why this sixth-grade Slytherin who hadn't graduated would speak to his headmaster in such a tone - but from the current point of view, it seems that the old headmaster didn't care about this very much, but because of Slytherin's words, in At that moment, behind the half-moon-shaped glasses, the old man's blue pupils flickered and then became dimmer.

At that moment, the greatest white wizard in the world seemed to have aged ten years.

He stared at Draco for as long as a whole century, and the old man sighed softly: "Come with me."

He was forced to end a strange subject.Harry thought to himself, under the leadership of Dumbledore beside him, he had to quicken his pace and follow behind the two people who only existed in memory.Compared with the people who watched the memory, the steps of the people in the memory were much more cautious - many times, Harry heard the headmaster reminding Draco in a low voice, "Be careful not to step on the water".

Harry wasn't sure if he would have been obedient instead of satisfying his own curiosity if he had been following him - something Slytherin did pretty well.Gryffindor thought sarcastically, striding over a strange reptile - even though he knew he couldn't step on the hideous dark creature.

They came to a wide space.It was a lake that was wider than the Black Lake. The lake was so wide that it was almost impossible to see the far shore.Harry looked up, and was also surprised to find that he couldn't see the top except for the darkness, and then he realized that they might have reached the very center of the mountain.

Although the lake couldn't see the other side, it was easy to see a small island in the middle of the lake. There was a hazy and shining green light shining on it, reflecting on the dead lake water.And except for the green light and the ball of light summoned by Slytherin that floated over the heads of the two wizards, it was dark and nothing could be seen. "By now--"

Harry heard the obnoxious Slytherin draw out the end of each word, lazily speaking in his most familiar, obnoxious tone—

"If you still refuse to tell me why we came here, I'm afraid I won't take another step forward."

"Of course I will explain everything to you, Mr. Malfoy." The white robe Dumbledore said with a smile, "As long as you promise me, no matter what happens in a while, you will obey my command and never resist."

"Of course, Professor." Draco raised his eyebrows, and then added, "As long as my own interests and safety are guaranteed."

"As long as I have breath, I will not put my students in danger."

Draco snorted through his nose, and it seemed that the promise was not too heartfelt.

However, Dumbledore took a step forward, and when he was about to touch the edge of the lake, he stopped, turned his back on Draco, and said with an unprecedented seriousness and clarity: "I trust you, little Malfoy gentlemen."

"If I decide to betray you, it's too late to say this now, sir." Draco looked a little more relaxed, and he followed, "We're going to that island, aren't we?"

"I'm afraid so," said Dumbledore. "Sometimes I miss my Knights of the Round Table."

"But they're dead, sir," Draco said relentlessly, "and we're walking on the grave of one of them."

"He sleeps at the bottom of this lake forever." The white-robed wizard sighed, "Sometimes, I wish I could re-form an army—a new Knight of the Round Table."