Chapter 887: Old Binns' Gift

Maca finally took Hermione and Luna in.

Because when he saw old Binns go back to the classroom through the door, he subconsciously reached out to twist the doorknob. But even he didn't expect... the door would open when the "click" was turned!

Poor old Binns suffered the loss of being a ghost, even if he tried to block Maca from entering the door, it was useless. And perhaps because of this, he didn't try to stop him, but just gave him an annoyed look.

"Oh, I don't remember seeing Professor Binns with such a full expression except the last time I argued with Professor Binns!"

Because Hermione muttered in surprise behind her, she finally got a look from old Binns. Even though that look didn't match the "kindness and friendliness" that elders often have, she looked quite happy instead.

"Sorry, Professor Binns—" Maca quickly apologized, "I didn't think I would break in without your permission, but the door... I thought it was locked."

Old Binns's translucent white body floated gently above the ground, and his expression returned to his usual indifference. But after hearing Maca's words, he still shook his goatee slightly.

"It was just that I asked Minerva to take it with me before she left," he said casually, "Well, since you have already come in, then come over..."

After finishing speaking, Old Binns floated steadily towards the middle of the classroom.

Perhaps because the attention was attracted by Professor Binns' rare expression just now, Hermione realized only now that the desks in this classroom had already been piled up around, leaving a large space in the middle. space.

Speaking of which, it seems that the classroom of this history of magic class has not changed for many years. The tables and chairs have been placed where they should be, for decades or even hundreds of years, so that the hard large stone floor has many dents and wear marks.

These details were not very noticeable in the past, but when the desks and chairs in the classroom were removed today, it was discovered that there were such amazing traces of time in this seemingly inconspicuous classroom.

Maca, Hermione, and Luna followed Old Binns to the center, and they soon saw the only desk in the middle, and the desk was covered with a large black Opaque fleece.

Judging by the outline of the cloth, there should be something on the table below.

"McLean, go over there and help me open those cabinets."

In fact, it seems that there are not many people who can use Maca now, and Professor Binns is one of the few people.

Hearing this, Maca walked towards the back of the classroom without hesitation—the cabinet door could be easily opened with a wave of his hand, but he didn't intend to use magic.

It can be seen that even though Old Binns did not disclose any truth about the contradictions of the founder of Hogwarts, he completely denied any unknown disasters and hidden dangers in Hogwarts. But for this ghost professor who has stayed at Hogwarts since its founding, Maca still has great respect.

And when he went to the back wall of the classroom to open the entire row of cabinets, he was immediately shocked by the things stored inside.

It can be seen that those cabinets have many layers of partitions, and many small bottles are neatly arranged on each layer.

The specifications of those bottles are exactly the same, and there are small yellow labels on the bottles, and even the contents inside are similar-it is a kind of white floc.

Seeing this, Maca suddenly understood that the desk in the middle of the classroom might be the Pensieve that had been stored in the principal's office.

As for the flocs contained in the large number of vials in the cabinet, they should be memories of various types.

"Professor Binns..." Maca was startled, then suddenly turned around and asked in surprise, "Could it be... are these all the memories you collected?"

"Well," Old Binns nodded casually, "but those are just some old things of little value... Even if memories are materialized, they will eventually dissipate. Besides, they are always too subjective. And subjective things It is one-sided and can only be used as a historical reference..."

Maca's surprise quickly attracted Hermione and Luna, and they went to the back of the classroom one after another, looking into the cabinet curiously.

Beside the two of them, Maca suddenly reached out and took out one of the bottles, and carefully identified the label on it.

"Sure enough, it's Borbos... Is this the memory of the first professor of runes at Hogwarts?" He asked in surprise, "Hmm... 1051? The last giant hunt in history?"

"That's right, in December of that year, Borbos went to Greece to look for local rune scholars, but was affected by that hunt... He almost couldn't come back at that time."

In the circumstances at that time, old Binns came out of his mouth, which shows that he knows all these stories like the back of his hand. But such a thrillingly personal story, he hardly ever tells it in class.

Obviously, with the old Binns' insistence on "historical facts", such extremely one-sided short stories would never be allowed to appear in the heads of students whose foundation has not yet been laid.

"...Since you chose that one, bring it here! Help me lift this piece of cloth."

Macka returned to Old Binns according to his words, and by the way called Hermione and Luna, who were still reading those labels, to go along with them. When he tore away the black cloth on the table, a stream of flowing silver light immediately rippled in the classroom.

Suddenly, even this classroom became a bit more mysterious.

Needless to say, old Binsto, he pulled out the cork skillfully, and then poured the white flocs inside into the misty Pensieve.

After the flocs melted away quickly, and with the faint fluctuation of magic power that only Maca could sense suddenly flashed, he seemed to smell a vicissitudes that seemed to be there.

It may be that the age of this memory is really quite long, which made him have a little psychological illusion.

"Remember, what you see here is a person's memory, and memory is subjective. So, what you see may be 'real' for a while, but it can never be called 'history'."

Old Binns emphasized it "very hard", and then he waved his hand, indicating that Maca and the others can take care of themselves. Perhaps because of Maca's skillful movements, Old Binns even skipped the step of explaining how to use the Pensieve.

"Okay, we'll just watch it as a personal adventure..."

Seeing Maca and the other three forming a circle around the table, each putting their faces into the Pensieve, Old Binns suddenly glanced into the cabinet at the back with a complicated expression.

In fact, these well-preserved memories are all in the personal collection of old Binns. Long before he was invited by Gryffindor to join Hogwarts education, his collection was already amazing.

It can be said that some of the memory bottles were already invaluable at that time, especially a few memory fragments about the remains of the ancient wizard civilization.

And his collection habit, in fact, is still going on until now. Dumbledore's habit of arranging memories during his lifetime actually came from Old Binns.

However, for Old Binns himself, the value of these memories lies only in the reference and research of history...Of course, there may be some feelings of remembering the dead in it, right?

"...How did Bolbos die?" He suddenly thought about it, and then smiled rarely, "Oh, he choked to death eating hazelnuts."

...

On the other hand, when old Binns was slowly immersed in the memories of the past, Maca and the others had already entered that ancient memory.

As the silver light circulated in the field of vision, first a chubby figure suddenly appeared, and then large swaths of streamer scattered in all directions, turning into the entire world in memory.

It was a path on the side of a mountain, and the fat wizard was walking slowly on the road.

His steps were very small, his head was always lowered, and he was staring at the rubbings of an inscription all the way. When Maca noticed it, he immediately leaned over to take a look—it should belong to a certain variant branch of ancient Greek.

Beside Maca, Hermione seemed a little hesitant.

"Maka, is this...in the memory of the 'Bolbos' you just mentioned?" She looked carefully at the fat wizard, "He...can't see us?"

"That's right," Maca, who was leaning next to the fat wizard, said back, "We are just 'bystanders' here, unable to interfere with anything—remember that audio-visual performance with Lockhart back then? This is the stuff..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved at the fat wizard, his arm completely piercing through.

"Well, let's just think that we have all become Professor Binns! And it's the kind that others can't see."

"Oh, that sounds interesting!" Luna said abruptly.

Her heart was bigger than Hermione's. Seeing Maca's arms piercing the fat wizard's body, she immediately went over and stretched her hand into the other's head, and then even stuck her head into the other's body.

Not long after, she finally slowed down by two steps, then raised her head and whispered in a serious manner:

"Maka, Hermione, I have to tell you—it turns out that the human body is dark, and you can't see anything!"

Maca and Hermione couldn't help but looked at each other, and both couldn't help laughing. But Luna still tugged on Maka's sleeves solemnly, and said stubbornly: "What I said is true! If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself!"

But when the three of them talked and laughed with the fat wizard Bolbos, and gradually came to a village, suddenly a few sharp arrows drew an arc from the air and fell towards them.

"Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

The three arrows were dangerously stuck on the dirt road in front of the fat wizard, and they penetrated quite deep into the ground. Looking at the arrow tail trembling unceasingly, its strength is quite astonishing.

"What's wrong?"

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