HP Approaches the Magical World

Katie was transferred to St. Mungo's Magic Injury and Injury Hospital the next day.

In fact, at this time, the news that she had been cursed had spread throughout the school, but the details were not clear to everyone. Except for Harry, Ron, Hermione and Lini, no one seemed to know that Katie herself was not that kind. The intended target of the necklace.

"Oh, of course Malfoy knows too."

Harry said this to Ron and Hermione, but received no response, as Hermione and the others had to keep playing deaf every time Harry mentioned the idea that "Malfoy is a Death Eater".

Of course Malfoy is a Death Eater, and Hermione knows this very well, but the facts are the facts, and if people don't believe it, it's useless no matter how it is.

Dumbledore didn't know where he went.

Harry even doubted whether he could come back to give him class on Monday night. This problem troubled him for a few days, and on the other side, Hermione also began to gradually reduce the number of questions and answers with Jon. After all, Jon is also very busy and can The reason why he took some time to meet her is because he has something to do in school recently, and these days, things have begun to come to an end.

Hogg—that is, the fusion of the school's castle and the magic net is coming to an end.

This is obviously more important.

Harry showed up outside Dumbledore's office at eight o'clock in the evening because he hadn't been informed of the cancellation.

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

Dumbledore sat there, looking extremely tired, his hand still as black and dry as ever, but with a smile on his face, he motioned for Harry to sit down.

The Pensieve was placed on the table again, casting dots of silver light on the ceiling.

"During the time I was away, you were very busy," said Dumbledore, "You saw with your own eyes what happened to Katie."

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

"It's still pretty bad, but she's luckier.

She appeared to have only touched the necklace with a small piece of skin, as there was a small hole in her glove.

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

Fortunately, Professor Snape has a way to prevent the rapid spread of the curse—”

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

"Impolite."

A soft voice came from one of the portraits on the wall, Phineas Nigellus Black, Sirius' great-great-grandfather, who seemed to have fallen asleep on his arms just now, and was just lifting up. To begin with: "Back in the day, I wouldn't allow a student to dispute the way Hogwarts was run."

"Yes, thank you, Phineas."

Dumbledore said calmly, and then explained to Harry: "Snape's knowledge of the Dark Arts is far greater than Madam Pomfrey's.

Also, with the staff at St Mungo's Magic Injury and Injury Hospital reporting to me every hour, I'm sure Katie will hopefully make a full recovery soon.

"

"Where have you been this weekend, sir?"

Harry asked, knowing he was pushing the envelope a little bit, but he gave it a go, and Phineas Nigellus, obviously thinking Harry had gone too far, hissed softly.

"I don't want to tell at the moment," said Dumbledore, "but I will tell you later in due course."

After all, there is no clue now, and Dumbledore will obviously not choose to speak out when these things are not so simple to be dealt with.

"can you?"

"Yes, I think so."

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

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

"Ah, yes, I see. In fact, I have found that Mundungus doesn't take your inheritance seriously, and often takes it by hand."

Dumbledore frowned slightly and said: "Since you spoke to him outside the Three Broomsticks, he has been hiding. I think he is afraid to see me, but don't worry, he will never Steal what Sirius left behind."

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

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

"professor,"

After a brief pause, Harry tentatively asked: "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--"

"Anyone who is suspected in Katie's accident, I will conduct an in-depth and meticulous investigation."

Dumbledore didn't take this matter to heart, but just said perfunctorily: "But, Harry, what I care about now is our class."

Harry felt a little annoyed at this.

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

However, he didn't say anything more about Draco Malfoy, but watched as Dumbledore poured those new memories into the Pensieve, and then gently turned the stone basin with his slender hands.

"About Voldemort's early experience, I think you must remember.

We spoke of the handsome Muggle last time - Tom Riddle has deserted his witch wife Merope and returned to his old home in Little Hangleton.

Merope was alone in London with the child who would become Voldemort. "

"How do you know she's in London, sir?"

"Because of the evidence provided by Caractacus Bork."

Dumbledore said: "It is quite a coincidence that the shop he helped to open was the one that sold the necklace we are talking about."

He shook the contents of the Pensieve like a prospector sifting gold, Harry had seen him do it before.

Among those whirling silver-white objects loomed the figure of a little old man, whirling slowly in the pensieve, pale as a ghost, but more textured than a ghost, his hair so thick that it completely obscured his eyes Living.

"We got it on a very special occasion, a young witch brought it just before Christmas, many years ago.

She said she was in desperate need of money, which was obvious because she was ragged and gaunt...and pregnant.

She said the locket used to belong to a Slytherin.

Well, we hear such nonsense all day long.

But when I took a closer look, there was indeed a Slytherin mark on the locket, and I found out the truth by reciting a few simple spells.

That stuff is 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've ever done! "

Dumbledore shook the Pensieve extra vigorously, and Caractacus was back where he had just appeared, sinking into a swirling memory.

"He only gave her ten Galleons?"

"Kalactacus is not a generous man."

Dumbledore said calmly: "So we know that Merope was alone in London in the late stages of her pregnancy, desperate for money, and had to sell the only thing of value in her possession—the locket, too. A family heirloom that Marvolo cherishes dearly."

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

"Maybe she can.

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

She presumably doesn't want to be a witch anymore, though it's also possible that her unrequited love and the resulting despair have greatly weakened her power.

Things like that happen... anyway, as you'll see in a moment, Merope wouldn't even raise his wand to save his own life. "

"Would she even want 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," said Harry hastily, "but Merope has a choice, can't he, unlike my mother—"

"Your mother has a choice too."

Dumbledore said gently: "It's just that she chose to face it bravely, in order to protect you, and Merope Riddle chose to die.

Don't blame her for having a son who needs her, Harry.

She's been very fragile from the long suffering, and she's never had your mother's courage.

Alright, now please stand up..."

"where are we going?"

"This time, we're going into my memory.

I think you'll find it not only vivid in detail, but accurate. "

Harry bent over the Pensieve, his face plunged into the cold memory inside, and he fell again in the darkness... Seconds later, his feet hit solid ground, and he opened his eyes, He was found standing with Dumbledore on a busy old-fashioned London street.

"that's me."

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

The young Albus Dumbledore, with his long auburn hair and beard, wore a fuchsia velvet dress as he came to the side of the road and strode down the pavement. The suit attracted many curious eyes.

"Nice 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 entered a bare courtyard.

Behind the courtyard was a boxy, gloomy, old-fashioned building surrounded by high railings. He went up the few steps leading to the front door, knocked, and a moment later a scruffy man in an apron girl opened the door.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole, I think, she is the steward here?"

"oh?"

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

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