HP Approaches the Magic World

"gentlemen,"

Harry said tentatively, "Is what you want to tell me related to the prophecy? Is it to help me... survive?"

"It has a lot to do with that prophecy."

Dumbledore said, as casually as if Harry were asking him what the weather would be like tomorrow, "I certainly hope it helps you survive."

Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, and walked past Harry.

Harry turned eagerly in his chair and watched Dumbledore bending over the cupboard by the door.

When Dumbledore straightened up, he was holding a shallow-bottomed stone basin that Harry was familiar with, with a strange symbol carved on the mouth of the basin.

He placed the Pensieve on the table in front of Harry.

"You look worried."

Indeed, Harry looked at the pensieve with worried and frightened eyes.

His previous experiences with this strange artifact that stored and displayed thoughts and memories had been enlightening but uncomfortable.

For example, the last time he broke in without permission, he saw many things he didn't want to see.

However, Dumbledore had a smile on his face.

"This time, you enter the Pensieve with me...and, what's even more unusual, is that you are allowed to do so."

"Where are we going, sir?"

"Take a walk down Bob Ogden's memory lane."

Dumbledore said as he took out a crystal bottle from his pocket, which contained a spinning and floating silver-white thing.

“Who is Bob Ogden?”

"He worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement back then."

Dumbledore said, "He has been dead for some time.

But before he died, I tried my best to find him and persuade him to tell me these memories.

Now, we are going to accompany him to a place he visited during his mission.

Harry, stand up..."

But Dumbledore could not pull out the cork of the crystal bottle: his injured hand seemed to be in pain and refused to control himself.

"Shall I come, sir?"

"It's okay, Harry—"

Dumbledore pointed at the bottle with his wand, and the stopper jumped out immediately.

"Sir - how did you get your hand injured?"

Harry looked at the blackened fingers with both disgust and sympathy, and asked again.

"Now is not the time to talk about it, Harry, not yet.

We have an appointment with Bob Ogden."

Dumbledore poured the silver substance in the bottle into the pensieve. They slowly swirled in the basin, emitting a faint shimmer that looked neither like a liquid nor a gas.

"You go in first."

Dumbledore pointed to the pensieve and said.

Harry leaned forward, took a deep breath, and plunged into the silver substance.

He felt his feet leave the office floor.

He passed through the constantly rotating darkness, falling, falling, and suddenly, the strong sunlight stung him and closed his eyes.

Before his eyes could adjust, Dumbledore landed next to him.

They were standing on a country road, surrounded by tall hedgerows with tangled branches and leaves on both sides, and above their heads was the summer sky, as clear and blue as the forget-me-not flowers.

About ten steps in front of them stood a short, fat man. He wore a pair of glasses with extremely thick lenses, and his eyes were reduced to two points, like the eyes of a mole.

He was reading a wooden signpost sticking out of the brambles on the left side of the path.

Harry knew this must be Ogden, because there was no one else around, and like those inexperienced wizards who wanted to dress up like Muggles, he was wearing strange clothes: a striped swimming suit.

He was wearing a dress coat and shoe covers on his feet.

As soon as Harry finished taking in his strange appearance, Ogden walked quickly along the path.

Dumbledore and Harry followed. When passing the wooden signpost, Harry looked up at its two indicator arrows.

The one pointing the way they came said: Great Hangleton, 5 miles.

Pointing in the direction Ogden went it read: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

They walked for a while, seeing nothing else around them except the tall hedges on both sides, the vast blue summer sky above their heads, and the rustling figure in a dress coat in front of them.

Then, the path turned left and went steeply down the hillside. Then, they suddenly and unexpectedly found a valley with an unobstructed view in front of them.

Harry saw a village, which was undoubtedly Little Hangleton, nestled between two steep hills, with its church and cemetery clearly visible.

On the hillside across the valley, there is a very grand house, surrounded by large green lawns.

Because the descent was so steep, Ogden couldn't help but break into a jog.

Dumbledore took longer steps, and Harry followed suit.

He thought that Little Hangleton must be their final destination, so, just like the night they went to find Slughorn, he wondered why they had to walk so far away.

Soon he discovered that he had made a mistake, they were not going to that village.

The path turned to the right, and when they turned the bend, they saw the hem of Ogden's frock coat flashing and he disappeared through a gap in the fence.

Dumbledore and Harry followed him to a narrow dirt road.

The hedgerows on both sides were taller and denser than those they had just passed.

The dirt road was winding, full of potholes and rocks, and went straight down like the path just now, seemingly leading to a small patch of dark woods below.

Sure enough, not long after walking, the dirt road connected with the bushes. Ogden stopped and pulled out his wand. Dumbledore and Harry also stopped behind him.

"Actually, I think this is what happens when people first appear."

Jon leaned against a tree, looked at Hermione who was vomiting wildly, and said, "But I didn't expect your reaction to be so big, but it's normal. It'll be fine when you learn to apparate on your own."

Originally, he did not plan to use Apparition to get here, but the Ministry of Magic is no longer the same Ministry of Magic as before, so he no longer uses Apparition, which is relatively more wasteful of magic power.

Although it is not much less, it is still dangerous to break through the space. If he is alone, of course there is no problem, but with Hermione, it is better to choose a safer method.

Hermione was about to vomit out her bile. Of course she wanted to use the wand to cast a spell on herself, but she couldn't even recite a complete spell. Jon was standing nearby, looking at him with no intention of helping.

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He doesn't look like a teacher at all.