HP Approaches the Magic World

Katie was transferred to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries the next day.

In fact, at this time, the news that she was under a curse had spread throughout the school, but no one knew the specific details. Except for Harry, Ron, Hermione and Lini, no one seemed to know that Katie herself was not that curse.

The intended target of the necklace.

"Oh, of course Malfoy knows."

Harry said to Ron and Hermione, but received no response, because Hermione and the others had to continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb every time they heard Harry mention the idea of ​​"Malfoy being a Death Eater".

Of course Malfoy is a Death Eater, and Hermione knew this very well, but facts are facts, and if you say it, no one will believe it, no matter how true it is, it is useless.

Dumbledore didn't know where he went.

Harry even doubted whether he could come back to teach him on Monday night. This problem bothered him for a few days. On the other hand, Hermione also began to gradually reduce the number of Q&A sessions with Jon. After all, Jon was also very busy and could

He took some time to meet with her because he had something to do at school recently, and in the past few days, things had begun to come to an end.

Hogg - that is, the integration of the school's castle and the magic network is coming to an end.

This is obviously more important.

Because he had not received any notice of class cancellation, Harry still appeared outside Dumbledore's office at eight o'clock in the evening.

He knocked lightly on the door, and thankfully a voice from inside invited him in.

Dumbledore sat there, looking particularly tired, and his hands were as black and dry as before, but with a smile on his face, he motioned for Harry to sit down.

The pensieve was once again placed on the table, casting dots of silver light onto the ceiling.

"You were very busy while I was out," Dumbledore said, "You saw with your own eyes what happened to Katie."

"Yes, sir, I saw it with my own eyes. How is she?"

"The situation is not very good, but she is relatively lucky.

It appeared that only a small piece of her skin was touching the necklace, as there was a small hole in her glove.

If she had worn the necklace around her neck, or had simply picked it up with ungloved hands, she would have died, perhaps instantly.

Fortunately, Professor Snape was very resourceful and prevented the curse from spreading rapidly——"

"Why him?" Harry asked immediately, having a conditioned reaction to the word Snape: "Why not Madam Pomfrey?"

"Not polite."

A soft voice came from a portrait on the wall. Phineas Nigellus Black, Sirius's great-great-grandfather, seemed to be asleep on his arms just now.

Beginning: "Back then, I wouldn't have allowed a student to raise objections to the way Hogwarts was managed."

"Yes, thank you, Phineas."

Dumbledore said calmly, and then explained to Harry: "Snape has much more knowledge in the dark arts than Madam Pomfrey.

"Furthermore, the staff at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Maladies have been reporting to me hourly, and I believe Katie will hopefully make a full recovery soon."

"Where were you this weekend, sir?"

Harry asked. He knew that he was pushing too far, but he took the risk. Phineas Nigellus obviously felt that Harry was going too far, and hissed softly.

"I don't want to say anything yet," Dumbledore said, "but I will tell you when the time is right."

After all, we don't have a clue yet, and when these things can't be handled so easily, Dumbledore obviously won't choose to speak out directly.

"can you?"

"Yes, I think so."

As Dumbledore spoke, he took out a new bottle containing silver-white memories from his robes, poked it with his wand, and pulled out the cork.

"Sir," Harry said hesitantly, "I saw Mundungus in Hogsmeade."

"Ah, yes, I know. In fact, I have discovered that Mundungus does not take your inheritance seriously and often takes advantage of it."

Dumbledore frowned slightly and said, "Since you talked to him outside the Three Broomsticks pub, he has been hiding. I think he doesn't dare to see me anymore, but don't worry, he will never do it again."

Stole the things Sirius left behind."

"How dare that mean old bastard steal a Black family heirloom?"

Phineas Nigellus said angrily, before striding out of the frame, no doubt to visit his portrait at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"professor,"

After a brief pause, Harry carefully probed: "Did Professor McGonagall tell you what I said to Katie after she was injured? It was about Draco Malfoy..."

"Yes, she told me about your suspicions."

"So--"

"I will conduct an in-depth and detailed investigation on anyone who is suspected in Katie's accident."

Dumbledore didn't take this matter seriously and just said perfunctorily: "But, Harry, what I care about now is our lessons."

Harry felt a little annoyed after hearing this.

If their class is so important, why is there such a long gap between the first class and the second class?

However, he did not say anything else about Draco Malfoy, but watched as Dumbledore poured the new memories into the pensieve, then lifted the stone basin with his slender hands and turned it gently.

"I think you must still remember Voldemort's early experiences.

Last time we talked about the handsome Muggle, Tom Riddle, abandoned his witch wife Merope and returned to his hometown in Little Hangleton Village.

Merope stayed alone in London, pregnant with the child who would become Voldemort."

"How do you know she is in London, sir?"

"Because of the evidence provided by Caractacus Bock."

Dumbledore said: "It is no coincidence that the shop he helped to found was the same shop that sold the necklace we are talking about."

He shook the contents of the Pensieve around like a miner sifting for gold, and Harry had seen him do this before.

A figure of a little old man emerged from the constantly rotating silver-white objects. He slowly rotated in the pensieve. He was as pale as a ghost, but more textured than a ghost. His hair was very thick, completely covering his eyes.

Living.

"We got it under very special circumstances. It was brought to us by a young witch before Christmas, many years ago.

She said she needed money urgently, which was obvious because she was ragged, looked haggard...and pregnant.

She said the locket used to belong to Slytherin.

Well, we hear nonsense like this all day long.

But I took a closer look and found that there was indeed the mark of Slytherin on the locket. I chanted a few more simple spells and found out the truth.

That thing is simply priceless.

The woman didn't seem to know how valuable it was, and she was satisfied after only selling it for ten galleons. That was the best deal we ever made!"

Dumbledore shook the pensieve with extra force, and Caractacus returned to the place where he had just appeared, sinking into the swirling memory.

"He only gave her ten galleons?"

"Caractacus was not a generous man."

Dumbledore said calmly: "This way we know that in the late stages of pregnancy, Merope stayed alone in London and desperately needed money, so she had to sell the only valuable thing on her body - the locket.

A family heirloom that Marvolo treasures very much."

"But she can do magic! She can get food and everything for herself through magic, can't she?"

"Maybe she can.

But I think—I’m speculating again, but I believe I’m right—I think Merope stopped using magic after being abandoned by her husband.

She probably doesn't want to be a witch anymore, but of course there's another possibility. Her unrequited love and the resulting despair have greatly weakened her power.

Things like that will happen... Anyway, as you will see later, Merope even refuses to raise his wand to save his own life."

"Is she not even willing to live for her son?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry in surprise.

"Could it be that you have developed sympathy for Voldemort?"

"No," Harry said hurriedly: "But Merope has a choice, doesn't she? Unlike my mother -"

"Your mother also has a choice."

Dumbledore said gently: "It's just that she chose to face it bravely to protect you, while Merope Riddle chose death.

Although she has a son who needs her, don't blame her for being perfect, Harry.

The long-term pain and suffering has made her very fragile, and she has never had the courage like your mother.

Okay, now please stand up..."

"where are we going?"

"This time, we are going into my memory.

I think you'll find it not only vividly detailed, but also accurate."

Harry leaned toward the Pensieve, his face plunging into the cold memories in the basin, and then he fell again into the darkness... A few seconds later, his feet touched solid ground, and he opened his eyes,

Found him and Dumbledore standing on a busy old London street.

"that's me."

Dumbledore said cheerfully, pointing to a tall figure in front of him who was crossing the road in front of a horse-drawn milk cart.

The young Albus Dumbledore had long auburn hair and a long beard. When he came to this side of the road and strode forward along the sidewalk, he was wearing an elegant purple velvet dress.

The suit attracted many curious looks.

"What a beautiful dress, sir."

Harry blurted out without thinking, and Dumbledore just smiled softly.

They followed young Dumbledore at a short distance, and finally passed through a large iron gate and walked into a bare courtyard.

Behind the yard was a square, dark and old-fashioned building, surrounded by high railings. He walked up the steps leading to the front door and knocked on the door. After a while, a slovenly man in an apron came to the door.

The girl opened the door.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Mrs. Cole, I believe she is the housekeeper here?"

"oh?"

The girl looked confused and looked at Dumbledore's weird outfit with sharp eyes: "Well... wait a minute... Mrs. Cole!"