A Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 73: Deformed Feelings

“Which college are you going to go to?”

In the carriage, after a few people got acquainted, James took the initiative to ask.

Lupin’s body was a little weak. He coughed twice and said, “I don’t know which academy a person like me can go to.”

“A person like you?” Sirius had a smile on his lips, “What kind of person are you? Are you worried about going to Hufflepuff?”

Lupin smiled and said, “I still have this little confidence.”

The corner of Sirius’s mouth became more curved, and he looked at Tywin again.

“And you?”

Tywin smiled shyly, glanced at James secretly, and said, “I… want to go to Gryffindor.”

“Another Gryffindor.” Sirius shook his head.

James laughed and said, “Tywin will definitely go to Hufflepuff, he’s been an idiot since he was a kid.

Let me tell you, Tywin once went swimming with me in the river, was caught by Grindylow, and dragged into the bottom of the river, and finally I rescued him…”

James talked about a lot of embarrassing things about Tywin, and the other two laughed happily.

Being laughed at by the friend he just met, Tywin’s face was a little embarrassed, tears welling in his eyes.

Soon, the cart selling snacks came.

James pulled Tywin and ran towards the snack cart, and Sirius followed.

But the picture didn’t move, Lupin was still sitting alone in the car.

William finally knew who this memory belonged to.

Soon, the blurred scene in the carriage disappeared.

William was standing at the Ravenclaw table, and in front of them was the candle-lit long table, with rows of attentive faces around the table.

Professor McGonagall called, “James Potter!”

James swaggered towards the Sorting Hat and sat down on the stool.

Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on his head, and within a second of the hat touching the black hair, he shouted, “Gryffindor!”

William heard Tywin beside him and let out a painful sigh.

Tywin was not assigned to Gryffindor, nor Hufflepuff, but accidentally went to Ravenclaw.

James took off his hat and handed it back to Professor McGonagall, then hurried to the cheering Gryffindor students.

Tywin’s eyes were fixed on James, but the boy did not look back at him, but sat next to Sirius and chatted with him eagerly.

There was a glint of jealousy and disappointment in Tywin’s eyes.

William frowned. At this moment, he had an extremely absurd thought:

Professor Tywin stole the Ravenclaw ring not to revive Voldemort, but to revive the one who was killed by Voldemort… James Potter!

is it possible? !

“William, I think we should go back.” A voice whispered in William’s ear.

William was startled, he turned his head, and then looked to the other side. There was an Albus Dumbledore sitting in the guest seat, watching the students sort out, and he stopped applauding – and there was another Albus Dumbledore, watching him.

“Come on,” said Dumbledore beside him, reaching for William’s elbow.

William felt himself slowly ascending into the air, Hogwarts was dissipating, and in the blink of an eye there was nothing but darkness.

William felt as if he had flipped a slow-motion somersault, his feet suddenly fell to the ground, the surrounding light was dazzling, and he was already in Dumbledore’s office.

The stone basin gleamed in the cabinet in front of him, with Dumbledore standing beside him.

“Professor,” William quickly apologized, “I didn’t mean to look at these memories—the cabinet door is open—”

“It doesn’t matter, you will see this sooner or later,” Dumbledore said.

He picked up the stone basin and walked to the desk, put it on the smooth table top, then sat down on the chair behind the table, beckoning William to sit across from him.

William sat down, staring at the stone basin, still recalling the memory just now.

The contents in the basin returned to a silver-white state, swirling in front of his eyes, with ripples.

“I think, you already know what this is?” Dumbledore said.

“The Pensieve, Professor.”

“Yeah, Pensieve, a very precious alchemy item, um, sometimes I feel that there are too many thoughts and memories in my head, I believe you understand this feeling.”

William nodded, his mind was now full of doubts.

“Then I use the Pensieve,” said Dumbledore, pointing to the stone basin, “to **** the extra thoughts out of my head, pour it into this basin, and take a good look at it when I have time. In this state, It’s easier for us to see their shapes and connections to each other.”

Sounds a bit like Sherlock Holmes’s memory palace.

Dumbledore drew his wand from under his robe and slid the tip of it into his silver hair, near his temple.

When he pulled out his wand, there seemed to be some hair sticking to the tip of the wand – but William immediately discovered that it was actually a small strand of silvery white matter the same as in the basin.

Dumbledore added this new memory to the basin, and William saw Snape’s face floating in the basin.

Dumbledore held the Pensieve in his slender hands and turned it like a gold digger turning a sand table.

After a moment, Snape opened his mouth and spoke toward the ceiling, echoing a little.

“Principal, I see myself, but I’m pretty sure it’s not me.

The other party smelled of compound decoction. He was injured and wanted to rush into my medicine storage room, but I stopped him… Then, I followed the blood to the door of Ravenclaw’s resting place and found Robert who was dead. ”

Soon, Snape’s face disappeared and he became Minister Fudge.

He angrily stood at the entrance of the school hospital and turned around~www.readwn.com~ After an unknown period of time, he blushed and said angrily: “A student, a professor died! We used the Flashback Charm, in Snape’s The black magic was detected in the wand.

I have to bring him into Azkaban, whatever you say, Albus! ”

Dumbledore stared at William from above the half-moon mirror, “I was using the Pensieve when you arrived.

Ms. Gray alerted me, I hurriedly put it away and wanted to go to the Ravenclaw lounge, presumably because I didn’t close the door tightly, it will naturally attract your attention. ”

“I’m sorry.” William apologized again.

Dumbledore shook his head.

“I said that sooner or later, you will be able to watch these, for example, look at this paragraph again…”

Dumbledore frowned slightly, pounding the thoughts in the basin with the tip of his staff. Immediately, a human figure rose from the basin. It was Tywin, who was seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tall and thin, with an angry expression on his face.

His legs were still standing in the basin, and he didn’t even look at William and Dumbledore.

When he spoke, it echoed like Snape, as if it came from the depths of the stone basin.

“James actually dated Lily Evans, Professor Dumbledore, I’m just a little angry and didn’t want to cast a curse on that girl.

I mean, I saw them kissing in Madame Paddyff’s teahouse when I went up to the 4th Star, and I couldn’t hold back my anger…”

“Professor Dumbledore,” William asked in a low voice, looking up at the boy, “Has Professor Tywin always been to James Potter… I mean, like?”

“like?”

Dumbledore slowly repeated these words, he seemed to remember something, and sighed.

……

……