Chapter 79 Pensieve

Fan Lin stood palely next to his grandmother. Ever since he saw Fei's shadow in the main hall that day, Fan Lin fell into a long coma.

This forced Fan Lin to stay in China until the start of Hogwarts.

Even so, Fan Lin's body and mind have not yet fully recovered.

According to Fanlin's grandmother's judgment, Fanlin's condition is due to the huge impact of external spiritual energy on Fanlin's sea of ​​consciousness.

After extracting most of the mental energy, the remaining energy was still constantly impacting Fan Lin's mental power.

This is why Fan Lin has been unconscious.

However, this experience also brought some benefits to Fanlin.

That is, Fanlin's magic storage space has been greatly expanded. Although this is very dangerous, it is also very unstable. However, under Nangong Yun's crazy drug offensive, Fanlin's condition gradually stabilized. However, this holiday was wasted.

"Are you okay now?" Nangong Yun looked at Fan Lin worriedly, Fan Lin's pale face looked very distressed.

"Grandma, I have no problem!" Fan Lin smiled. It was finally time for school to start. He and Hermione had made an appointment to go to Diagon Alley to buy supplies for school.

As a result, due to physical reasons, he completely cut off contact unilaterally. Fan Lin felt a headache when he thought of the letters in his suitcase.

"Okay, if there's anything wrong, tell me immediately. Let's go find Absi now." Nangong Yun held Fan Lin's hand.

When he first fell into coma and woke up, Fan Lin was too weak to move in space over such long distances.

The two of them were standing at the entrance of the Nine Immortals Academy. The magic circle on the ground suddenly burst into dazzling white light. When the light dissipated, Fan Lin and Nangong Yun had disappeared.

"Hey..." Zhao Ling ran over from the side, and she wanted to follow him to have a look. However, Nangong Yun had prepared the array in advance, so there was no need to bother. The moment the array was activated, the two of them Already left here.

"Really, you didn't take me with you. Let's see how I will deal with you next time you come..."

After a period of strange things, Fan Lin returned to the familiar place. Since the Hogwarts Express has not arrived, the school is still empty.

"Abbas!" Nangong Yun nodded and signaled to Dumbledore, and then looked at Fan Lin with concern.

"Nangong, you personally sent Mr. Fanlin Elle back, this is really..." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with being a grandmother and sending your grandson to school in person." Nangong Yun said without any hesitation.

"Haha, you are still the same Nangong. Just like your father." Dumbledore smiled, pointed with his hand, and Fan Lin's box disappeared from the ground.

"Abusi, I'm leaving it to you to help Fanfan. As you know, there are very few people in China who are good at spiritual things. So, I'm sorry to bother you about Fanlin's mental shock."

Nangong Yun frowned, "Although I really want to stay..."

"It's okay, grandma, I think you can go back. I have no problem here." Fan Lin quickly waved his hand.

"Damn it, those old guys can't stop." Nangong Yun felt a headache thinking of the mess in the Ministry of Magic and the unreasonable elder families.

"It's time for me to go back. Goodbye, Albus."

"Bon Voyage!"

"Goodbye, grandma."

Nangong Yun lowered his head and kissed Fan Lin's forehead. Fan Lin took two steps back. With the flash of white light, Dumbledore and Fan Lin were left in the courtyard.

"Come in, let's talk about it in my office if you have any questions."

Dumbledore tilted his head and motioned for Fanlin to follow.

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"Oh? So, it was the ferocious beast called Fei that had a mental impact on you?" Dumbledore looked at Fan Lin playfully.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, in fact... I don't really believe this, but I don't know how to describe it." Fan Lin was a little flustered, even though this was in the magical world, for the current magic Judging from the current situation of the world and the information that can be verified, the ferocious beast that destroys the world is very illusory.

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Fanlin, are you saying that you had a magical dream the night before you were attacked? If you don't mind, could I see it?" Dumbledore smiled kindly. With.

"Oh, of course." Fan Lin said, "But how can I let you see it? There seems to be no magic in white magic that can show memories to others."

"Is it so difficult... to use black magic?"

"No, of course not." Dumbledore smiled heartily: "That is something prohibited by the Ministry of Magic's order, isn't it, Mr. Fanlin?"

Fan Lin nodded, and Dumbledore continued: "I think if I use black magic on you, Nangong will definitely fight me to the death."

"Then, how do I show my memory to you?"

"Just use this."

Dumbledore waved his hand, and a wall next to the glass cabinet that originally contained various achievements cracked from the middle, and a stone basin flew out from it, suspended in the air.

It was a flat stone disk, and on it, there was a liquid similar to mercury reflecting a strange luster.

"What is this?" Fan Lin gently rubbed the edge of the stone plate with his hand, which was raised. Not surprisingly, this is an ancient alchemical product.

"This is the Pensieve..." Dumbledore used his hand to stir up the mercury-like liquid in the Pensieve.

"This thing is very useful for those of us who are older and have a lot of things in our heads."

"This, can this allude to a person's memory?" Fan Lin looked at the stone plate in front of him uncertainly.

"That's right, Mr. Fanlin." Dumbledore blinked at Fanlin, "But you are only half right. The Pensieve is not that advanced and can directly reveal the memories deep in people's hearts. "

As he spoke, Dumbledore took out his wand and pressed the tip of the wand against his temple.

"It looks like this." A faint silver light flickered from the tip of the wand, and as Dumbledore's arm moved outward, a crystal silver thread was pulled out of Dumbledore's mind.

Looking at the crystal clear liquid on the front of the wand, Fan Lin felt very confused.

"This is?"

"This is a memory, Mr. Fanlin. You know, elderly people like us can't remember many things clearly, but the memory still exists in our minds."

Dumbledore shook the silver liquid into the Pensieve, and the originally calm liquid surface instantly became rippled. The memory was like a drop of ink, showing a black state, and completely dissolved in the Pensieve.

"He can help me relive past events or clear my memory." Dumbledore waved.

"Come on, I think you will like this memory very much."

Fan Lin looked at the Pensieve with uncertainty, but nothing happened until Dumbledore gently tapped his head with his finger, and Fan Lin plunged into the basin. (To be continued)