Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Accompanied by an emotionless and cold tone, dazzling green light suddenly surged out from the tip of the stick and shot directly at the boy in the crib.

Against the background of the green light, a cruel smile appeared on that cold, snake-like face.

However, even he himself did not expect that a sudden change would occur in the next second.

The moment the Killing Curse hit, an inexplicable burst of magic burst out from little Harry, swallowing up the green light with a devastating momentum. The powerful magic directly swept through the entire room, including the location of Voldemort.

The picture seemed to freeze for a moment, and then collapsed in a breath.

Under Voldemort's horrified and dazed gaze, he watched helplessly as his body turned into countless pieces like a broken glass.

Glenn was just a spectator of this memory. He could neither feel the invisible magic fluctuations nor be affected at all. He could only see Voldemort's body shattering without warning, leaving only a wisp of black smoke-like broken soul.

Although he couldn't feel Remnant Soul's mood at this moment, he could still make a rough guess.

Shock, fear, fear...

With only a remnant of his soul left, Voldemort barely hesitated and immediately ran away like a bereaved dog, without knowing where he was going.

However, what he didn't notice was that when the magic power was rewinding, a small and insignificant lump was removed from the black smoke and melted back into the baby's body.

Under Glenn's gaze, a faint red light appeared on little Harry's forehead, imprinting it into a lightning-shaped scar.

The scenes in front of me slowly merged and dissipated little by little, and the baby's cry gradually became distant.

"That's pretty much it, Glenn."

In the darkness, Glenn seemed to hear Dumbledore's old, soft voice.

He felt strength coming from his shoulders, and a pair of big warm hands exerted slight force, as if pulling him over and turning him over.

His feet touched the solid ground again, and the light returned to his eyes. Glenn stretched out his hand to block the sunlight coming in from the window, and frowned slightly.

"It's normal to not get used to it when you use the pensieve for the first time." Dumbledore said with a smile as he watched him return to normal.

He pulled the silver thread with his wand and put it back into the glass bottle again. The substance in the pensieve returned to its silvery white state, rotating slightly and rippling.

"This is probably the scene when Harry defeated Voldemort for the first time." Glenn said, "But I'm more curious as to why you have this memory."

Dumbledore put the glass bottle back on the shelf above the pensieve and said with a smile, "Memory is a very magical thing. You may find that as you grow older, many memories will gradually fade away or even completely lose their impression. But

It will not be erased by time, but will gradually hide in the depths of your mind. Of course, this also includes those things you experienced before you became sensible."

"Before I was sensible..." Glenn savored Dumbledore's words and showed a sudden expression, "You mean, this memory comes from Harry?"

"Yes, although little Harry could not remember it at the time, it did not prevent this scene from remaining in his mind." Dumbledore said with satisfaction, "Speaking of which, have you seen anything from this memory?

What?"

Glenn recalled a little and said: "If I read it correctly, when Voldemort's body dissipated and only his soul was left, the sacrificial amulet on Harry seemed to tear off a fragment of the soul and leave it on Harry."

"Your observation is very accurate," Dumbledore nodded. "Do you know what this means?"

"Are you saying that Harry has become one of Voldemort's Horcruxes..." Glenn hesitated and asked.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his expression a little more serious.

"This is exactly what I have been guessing all along, and Harry's specialness over the past year or so has just confirmed my guess."

"If that's the case, doesn't it mean that if we want to completely eradicate Voldemort, we must first..." Glenn asked knowingly, but deliberately pretended to be surprised and hesitant.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and abruptly changed the subject.

"You should have taken a divination class this year, right?"

"Ah?" Glenn was stunned, then nodded.

Dumbledore smiled softly and asked again: "I would like to hear your opinion about Professor Trelawney."

Glenn suddenly realized that he probably guessed Dumbledore's intention.

"If you look at the teaching level, please forgive me for being unreasonable, Professor. I think Professor Trelawney is not very suitable for teaching and educating people. Compared to the position of professor, I think she is more like..."

He did not mention the prophecy Trelawney had made about himself, but spoke frankly from the perspective of teaching level.

"If you want to say the word charlatan..." Dumbledore smiled, "then I think you and Professor McGonagall should have a lot in common on this point."

Glenn smiled and changed the topic: "But since you allowed her to be a professor at Hogwarts for so long, there is obviously a very important reason, isn't it?"

"I have to say, Glenn, it's so easy to talk to you."

Dumbledore smiled and raised his wand, put it against his temple, gently pulled out a silver memory thread, and gently shook it into the pensieve.

Silver threads like spider silk floated in the Pensieve, spinning slowly.

"As for that reason, after reading this memory, I think you can naturally understand it."

Glenn leaned down again and buried his face in the basin.

After falling into the darkness for a moment, the foggy color combination in front of me changed, turning into a somewhat dirty and dilapidated room, with a huge, smoky crystal ball on the table in the middle.

There are figures on each side of the table, one of them is Dumbledore, and the opposite is Sybill Trelawney.

She looked thirty years old, a bit younger than her current appearance, and her clothes were obviously much shabbier, but she still looked like a "big shiny insect" and wore a pair of thick round bottoms.

She wore round glasses and a string of beads hanging around her neck. But from her thin clothes and the balled tulle shawl draped over her shoulders, it could be seen that her financial situation was not very optimistic.

Dumbledore looked at her quietly, listening to her ramble on about boring knowledge about prophecies. Although he seemed to have no interest in it, he still listened to her politely and patiently, and then spoke unhurriedly.

Stand up.

"Thank you very much for your willingness to work at Hogwarts to teach the children these magical... divination knowledge." He said with a gentle smile on his face, "I will consider you carefully.

We will inform you of the result of your application in writing later.”