Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

Dumbledore's voice was gentle and steady, breaking the brief silence.

He looked at Deveraux, with a slight smile on his lips.

"I think you already know how to extract memories."

Deveraux nodded.

He did know how to do it - it could even be said that he was quite skilled at it.

He had experimented twice on Malfoy and Marcus earlier, and unexpectedly mastered the technique quickly.

This progress was incredible even to him.

Maybe it had something to do with him loading Malfoy's [Thought Resistance] entry?

He took a deep breath, took his wand from his waist, and slowly put it against his temple.

His mind began to replay the scenes he saw when he prophesied that day - blood, corpses, the ruins of Hogwarts, the tragic situation of St. Mungo's, and the destruction of Diagon Alley.

The wand rotated slightly, Deveraux clenched his teeth, and began to extract that memory from his mind.

However, this time the process was not as easy as he imagined.

A strong sense of blockage emerged from the depths of his mind, as if some invisible force was resisting the leakage of this memory.

But Deveraud refused to give in. He resisted hard and forcibly stripped the memory from his mind.

When he finally pulled the memory out, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

He looked down and was stunned - the memory was not the shiny silver thread he expected, but a very thin transparent filament.

"This memory... How can it be like this?"

Deveraud murmured, with unconcealed doubts and surprise in his eyes.

Dumbledore still looked calm, as if he had expected this. He nodded gently.

"It's okay, kid, put it in, let's take a look together."

Deveraud took a deep breath, stretched his arm to the meditation basin, and gently put the transparent filament into the basin.

The next second, the silver substance in the basin suddenly accelerated and spun.

Its color began to change, from the original silver-white to a strange gray-white, and it kept tumbling, jumping as if it had life, releasing tiny spots of light.

Deveraux and Dumbledore leaned down at the same time and put their faces close to the Pensieve.

When their eyes touched the rotating gray-white substance, the whole office seemed to tilt violently suddenly - the two of them rushed forward and fell headfirst into the basin!

Deveraux was so shocked that he almost screamed.

This feeling was more thrilling than any entertainment device he had ever sat on.

But his hair did not hit the bottom of the basin.

He felt a cold, strange substance that looked like fog and water wrapped around his body, and then he seemed to be sucked into a vortex by a huge force, and the space around him began to rotate and collapse at a high speed.

Suddenly, the feeling of falling stopped.

Deveraux found himself standing on a cobblestone street.

There was an endless thick fog around him, and the line of sight was only two or three meters.

The gray-white fog surged like a tide, and the air was filled with oppressive silence, as if the whole world held its breath.

The fog was so thick that it seemed to condense into a solid entity. As soon as he raised his hand to his eyes, it was completely hidden in the fog and disappeared.

The air was cold and suffocatingly silent, as if the whole world was frozen at this moment.

"This is..."

Deverot was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by a sudden sound-

"Da! Da! Da!"

The violent sound seemed to explode from all directions, making his eardrums buzz.

Before he could react, an indescribable impact suddenly came from his chest!

At that moment, he felt as if he was hit hard by a speeding truck, and his whole body flew into the air, losing all balance.

Then, he fell heavily on the hard ground like a thrown puppet, and severe pain spread all over his body.

He gritted his teeth and raised his head, but his eyes were dizzy and blurry.

Looking down, Deveraux's heart suddenly sank - there were several shocking blood holes on his chest, and blood was gushing out along his clothes, staining the ground red.

His vitality was rapidly fading, and every breath seemed to be exhausting his last will.

He trembled and reached for the wand at his waist, wanting to cast a hemostatic spell on himself, but his hand became heavier and heavier, as if he had lost consciousness.

The world in front of him was gradually swallowed by darkness.

Just when his consciousness was about to collapse completely -

Suddenly, he found that he was not dead, but appeared in another strange place.

Under his feet was the cold white marble ground, and the fog was still thick, but the wounds were miraculously healed, and there was no trace of pain.

Deveraux stood up panting and looked around.At this moment, a strange smell entered his nose.

"What is this smell..."

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Grilled chicken wings?"

He was about to distinguish it carefully, when a huge shadow suddenly flashed in the mist, accompanied by a roar, and a bloody mouth jumped out of the gray mist without warning, biting directly at his head!

Sharp teeth cut the scalp and tore the bones. Deveraux felt that his head exploded like a watermelon, and the severe pain instantly invaded his entire perception!

However, the next moment, the scene switched again.

Deveraux gasped and groped with both hands. His head was intact, but the surrounding environment changed again.

Under his feet was a floor covered with ancient tiles, and the air was filled with a familiar but ominous smell.

His hand subconsciously reached to his waist and pulled out the wand.

"What's going on this time?"

He looked around vigilantly, and suddenly a green light in the gray mist broke through the sky and flew towards him at a rapid speed!

Deveraux instantly recognized the light -

Killing Curse!

"No!"

Before he could react, the green light of death hit his chest.

He felt his body stiffen, his feet go weak, and the whole world fell into darkness again as he fell straight down.

Ah!

Deveraux woke up suddenly, feeling like he had turned over in slow motion, and his feet landed steadily on the floor.

He gasped for air, and the light in front of him made him feel dizzy for a short time.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself standing in Dumbledore's brightly lit office.

The stone basin lay quietly on the table, and the silver-white substance returned to calm. Dumbledore stood aside, looking at him deeply.

"Professor, I... I seem to have... died many times..."

Deveraux's voice trembled a little, and he lowered his head to feel his chest and limbs, as if he couldn't believe that he was intact at this moment.

"Fortunately... no injuries..."

He murmured to himself, trying to calm himself down.

Dumbledore walked forward gently, put his hand firmly on Deveraux's shoulder, and his voice was as gentle and reassuring as a winter fire.

"It's okay, kid, I'm here."

(Second update!)