novelslam Chapter 633 I always thought you were a decent person!
Chapter 633 I always thought you were a decent person!
Chapter 633 I always thought you were a decent person!
William sat down on the chair, looking at the glowing Pensieve, thinking about the memories just now.
Thinking of those things during the summer vacation, he always felt that something was wrong.
But there was still a key clue missing, which prevented him from analyzing what was wrong.
This kind of clue is similar to the Firebolt and Invisibility Cloak sent anonymously by Sirius last Christmas.
A few gifts are nothing, but William and Hermione grasped this detail and fully deduced two truths: "Babber is Pettigrew" and "Big Black is Black".
Hermione should not be called back to the dormitory tonight, and she should be kept in the Room of Requirement, and the two of them can check each other's gaps and fill in the gaps.
She is best at finding abnormalities in complicated details.
Dumbledore sat on the chair and beckoned for Harry, who was somewhat reserved, to sit too.
Harry sat down, staring at the Pensieve.The things in the basin turned into a silver-white state, constantly swirling and rippling.
"It's called a Pensieve," Dumbledore explained.
"Suck out redundant thoughts from your mind, pour them into this basin, and take a good look at them when you have time.
In this state, it is easier to see their shape and connection with each other. "
"You mean... this thing is your mind?" Harry said, staring at the swirling silver mass in the basin.
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, "I'll show you."
Dumbledore drew his wand from his robes and stuck the tip of it through his silver hair.
When he pulled out his wand, there seemed to be some silvery substance glued to the tip.
Dumbledore put the memory into the Pensieve and stirred it gently, like a gold digger turning a sand table.
The silver substance gradually turned into William's face.He opened his mouth and spoke to the ceiling with a little echo.
"Professor Dumbledore, Hermione and I met Voldemort and Wormtail in the Albanian forest.
He is no longer a shadow, but has a form, and he captures Bertha and tortures her.
We fought once and I killed the form...he turned back to shadow..."
Harry listened dumbly to the words in the Pensieve.
William fought Voldemort again?
"Harry," Dumbledore said slowly, "William said your scar hurts again?"
William also woke up from his contemplation, staring back at Harry's scar.
"Yes," Harry swallowed, "Professor - I was in the common room, but I - I watched..."
He hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to describe it... so that it doesn't sound like crazy talk.
Dumbledore said, "Understandable, let's go on."
"Well, I think I had a dream," said Harry, "of Voldemort."
"Which Voldemort?" William interrupted.
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, his expression was searching, and he was also curious about this question.
"Tom, sixteen-year-old Tom, the one with the diary," Harry confirmed.
"Of course!" Dumbledore nodded. "Then what?"
"He was drinking... a green potion that looked miserable. As he drank, he was cursing Voldemort, me... and William."
William raised his eyebrows. He thought Tom was a decent man.
Unexpectedly, he also learned the bad mouth of the Zaun people in private.
"And then?" Dumbledore continued.
"Then he drank the medicine and crawled towards a lake... In the end, many corpses dragged him in."
"My scar started to hurt. It hurt so badly that I passed out from the pain."
"Well, that's all," said Harry.
Dumbledore looked at him and said calmly, "Apart from this time and the time during the summer vacation, has your scar hurt this year?"
"No, I—how do you know it woke me up during the summer?" Harry asked in surprise.
"You were not the only one who wrote to Sirius," said Dumbledore, "and I kept in touch with him after he left Hogwarts.
Dumbledore stood up and paced back and forth behind the desk.
From time to time, with the tip of his wand to his temple, he drew out a silvery memory and added it to the Pensieve.
The thoughts in the basin spun rapidly, and I couldn't see anything clearly, only a blur of silvery white.
William was also thinking, and he asked again: "What does that hole look like?"
"It's big, it's dark...it's surrounded by water."
"What about outside the water?"
"The rock, the dome and outside the lake, it's all big rocks."
Dumbledore stopped pacing, looked at Harry, and murmured, "Rocks...cliffs! William, it looks like we're going the wrong way."
William nodded. "Yeah, we always thought we were in the sea."
"What?" Harry asked confused.
But neither of them answered him.
Professor Babling found a body for Tom, and cast a spell in the body that only vampires could perceive.
Finally, it is determined that Tom is active in a sea area.And near that sea area, there is an orphanage where he lived when he was a child.
The two always thought that another Horcrux was hidden in the sea.Dumbledore went into the water and searched several times without finding it.
But Harry's dream... the cave... is most likely by the sea.
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Harry asked cautiously, "Principal, do you think... that dream... is real?"
He really didn't want to hear Dumbledore say "really", which meant that he and Voldemort had some kind of special connection.
The thought of him being connected to Voldemort made him sick.
Dumbledore stared at Harry and said softly, "It's possible, very likely. Harry—did you see Tom?"
"No," said Harry, "just saw the potion, and the lake... but—couldn't have seen it either.
He doesn't have a body, does he?But...then how could he hold the goblet? "
"Yeah," murmured Dumbledore, "how is it possible..."
William knew that Dumbledore's question was different from Harry's.
Of course Tom can hold the goblet, after all he is attached to someone else.
Dumbledore's question is... why can't Harry see Tom?
To put it more bluntly: in what way did he dream about Tom?
Standing next to Tom, or overlooking the scene from above?
Harry's answer was: he couldn't see Tom.
Which just means...Harry is watching from Tom's point of view!
In other words, at that moment, Harry and Tom's thoughts remained connected.
"Professor? Do you—do you know why my scar hurts?" Harry finally asked.
Dumbledore looked at Harry carefully for a moment, then said: "I have only a guess, only a guess.
Your scar hurts when Tom is near you, or when he develops a particularly strong desire for revenge. "
"But...why?"
"Because of that unsuccessful spell - the Killing Curse, which bound you to him," said Dumbledore.
"This is no ordinary scar."
Harry nodded, then stood up, ready to leave.He looked at William again and realized that he had no intention of leaving.
At this time, Dumbledore's old voice came:
"William, you stay, I still have something to tell you."
William hummed and didn't move at all.
Harry walked out of the office slowly, watching William's back as he closed the wooden door.
He remembered again what the Pensieve had just heard about the battle between William and Voldemort.
He hadn't even heard Hermione mention it!
Harry couldn't help but slander:
The Albanian forest was indeed burned by William and Hermione!
And said it wasn't the two of you who did it!
Walking vandals!
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.
Thank you "The Man Under the Moon Is Gone" for your reward.
The boss took the office party for dinner, drank a lot of wine, and got a headache. )
(End of this chapter)