The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Tom's idea is also very simple. Although the owner of this body is an orphan, it is impossible for the child to never see his parents after he is born, right? As long as he is not a baby who was abandoned without opening his eyes, there is a high probability that he has met his parents. Of course, Tom now can't remember what happened when he was just born, but he may have an archive of memories in his brain. He only needs to retrieve this "archive" about his parents through magic, and he can spy on his own origin.

Tom also wanted to know what kind of family he came from, and whether his parents were wizards? What happened back then that caused him to be abandoned?

After hearing Tom's request, Dumbledore glanced at him, sighed silently, and nodded. Dumbledore could understand Tom's needs.

People always want to pursue their "roots", and children like this who are born as orphans are more concerned about their "roots".

Dumbledore felt that no one in Hogwarts understood the thoughts of students like Tom better than himself, so he decided to help Tom realize his long-cherished wish.

"There is indeed such magic, but the extracted memories are very unstable... If you let me do it, maybe the effect will be better, but I don't think you will accept it." Dumbledore very gently gave Tom two choices: either Doing it yourself guarantees privacy but cannot guarantee the "clarity" of the memory. Otherwise, if Dumbledore comes and obtains the "high-definition version" of the memory, the consequence will be that Tom's underwear will be seen through.

Two ways, let Tom choose.

Tom believed that if Dumbledore promised not to pry into his privacy, then according to the old man's moral integrity, he would never deliberately pry into it. But this is not a question of whether Dumbledore thinks about it or not, but the secret will pop up in front of Dumbledore's eyes. Tom didn't really have a choice. As long as he has a secret that he doesn't want to expose, he can't choose the second option and can only fend for himself.

"I see you've made your choice." Tom said nothing, but Dumbledore still understood what he meant from his expression.

"Sorry about opening up—"

"No need to apologize. If it were me, I wouldn't let an outsider flip through my memory at will." Dumbledore stopped Tom's apology with a smile, "There is no need to ask others to do things that you can't do yourself. arrive."

"Okay, let's start the class...Tom, you should know how to use a pensieve, right?"

Tom nodded.

"That's good. In fact, it's very simple to take the memory out of the brain and put it into the Pensieve. You just need to recall that memory, and then-" Dumbledore used the tip of his wand to touch his temple, and drew a line. Silvery fluffy mist.

"That's enough." Dumbledore shook off the recalled memories.

"But the problem now is that what you are looking for is a memory that cannot be recalled, which requires you to empty your mind and repeat the above actions without thinking. In this way, what is drawn out from the tip of the stick is the memory hidden deep in your mind. "Dumbledore explained the principles of magic to Tom.

"But..." Tom hesitated. He discovered the disadvantage of this curse: I don't even know how many things I have forgotten. Can I pick it up little by little? How is this different from finding a needle in a haystack?

Dumbledore naturally knew the shortcomings of his method, but he really had no choice.

"You can form a hint in your heart, so that you can draw a rough range." Dumbledore spread his hands and said that magic has its limits, unless Tom opens his heart and lets Dumbledore personally enter the brain to search.

"I'm going to give you a demonstration, don't disturb me." Dumbledore finished the theory and began to demonstrate practical operation.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and his facial muscles relaxed rapidly. In less than two minutes, Dumbledore's expression became very peaceful, and he looked like he was asleep. This state lasted for several minutes, and just when Tom thought Dumbledore was really asleep, Dumbledore moved.

He slowly raised the wand to his temple, then pressed it on it, and slowly pulled out a small strip of memory. The moment this memory separated from Dumbledore's skin, Dumbledore opened his eyes again.

This time, Tom felt that Dumbledore's eyes behind his half-moon glasses were not so deep. If his eyes were like bottomless lakes before, now they were like crystal clear streams.

Dumbledore blinked, the stream disappeared, and the lake reappeared behind his glasses.

"Good luck." Dumbledore stood up, put that memory into the Pensieve, and then stirred the "liquid surface" of the Pensieve, and a scene emerged.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Dumbledore blocked Tom's view until he could clearly see the contents of the memory. After seeing it clearly, Dumbledore laughed.

"Oh, yes! There was actually a big claw in the beef chowder Hagrid treated me to that day. I have always wanted to find someone to ask what animal's claw it was, but there were too many things to do and I never had time." Dumbledore motioned to Tom. Come over here and look at the picture in the pensieve.

Tom took two steps forward and saw a pot of stew in the basin. Dumbledore's fork was rummaging through it, and finally a big claw came out.

"First of all, I can rule out chicken feet and duck webs." Tom didn't recognize what this weird-looking big claw was.

"I hope it's not a rat or something." A look of worry flashed across Dumbledore's face.

After Dumbledore finished showing it, it was Tom's turn to try to retrieve the memory.

He sat on the chair and tried to clear his mind of distracting thoughts as Dumbledore said. But Tom's brain is like a leaky boat. As soon as he throws one thing out, another - or even multiple - new things slip in.

It took him a long time to clear his mind, but it was obviously not as effective as Dumbledore's. The memory fragments pulled out by his wand were as mottled as pieces of paper that had been crumpled, cut up and then put back together. Refutation, different light and dark, as if it will break in the next second.

Dumbledore quickly placed the pensieve in front of Tom and watched him put the memory into it.

An image floated up.

"Who ate the apple?!" The aunt in an apron picked up an apple with just one bite from the trash can, showing her fierce look.

"Waste is shameful! Eat it!" The aunt just now changed her position, getting closer to Tom and Dumbledore, as if she was standing in front of them.

Tom suddenly realized it and remembered the cause and effect at that time. He said angrily: "I don't know what kind of evil thing it was at that time. I only took one bite of the apple and threw it away. I took the blame!"