Chapter 808: Temple
The lights in Dumbledore's office were all turned on the moment they stepped in, and the portraits of previous headmasters were snoring softly in the photo frame. While Harry was still looking at the layout of the office, Dumbledore had already directed the Pensieve to fly to the desk.
"Harry, the memories I'm going to show you tonight are hard-won. I think this is the most important of all the memories I've collected." On, took out a small crystal bottle.
Harry noticed that the contents of the bottle were not easy to pour into the Pensieve, as if a little congealed, and he couldn't help but start to wonder, could the memory also deteriorate?
Dumbledore pointed to the Pensieve and made an inviting gesture to Harry. Harry approached the stone basin, bent down obediently, and immersed his face in memories. He experienced the familiar feeling of falling in the void again. Feel.
"I'd like to know where you got the news. You're better informed than most of the professors at Hogwarts." This was Horace Slughorn with a much younger voice.
Six or seven boys sat around him, all fifteen or sixteen years old. Harry recognized Riddle immediately, he had the handsomest face. He who looked most relaxed smiled slightly and said, "Professor, is it true that Professor Mellors is going to retire?"
"Oh Tom, I'm sure I can't just tell you that I know it." Slughorn's hand picked a piece out of a box of candied pineapple. He looks refreshed with wide-eyed, wide-eyed grin and thick, lustrous yellow hair.
"And thank you for bringing the pineapple, which is indeed my favorite, but how do you know?" Slughorn asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes, leaning forward.
Riddle raised one corner of his mouth and smiled gently, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Intuition."
At the end of the party, the boys stood up and filed out. Riddle sat still in his seat and deliberately fell behind. He obviously wanted to stay in the room alone with Slughorn.
Slughorn glanced at the hourglass and asked, "I think we've got a little time, Tom. Anything else?"
"There is one thing...professor." Riddle frowned slightly and endured Horace's constant use of the name he thought was too ordinary, and then slowly approached his Potions professor and asked in a low voice, "One night I In the restricted section of the library... read some material about some kind of rare magic, I thought you might be able to point me to it." Riddle moved closer to Slughorn, "If I remember correctly, that thing is called... a Horcrux."
Slughorn's originally kind face suddenly became extremely stern, and he snapped at Riddle and asked, "What are you talking about?! I've never heard of such a thing, and even if I knew it, I wouldn't tell you. Give it to me immediately Leave! Don't mention this to me again!"
With a jerk of Slughorn's arm, the room twisted into black mist, and Harry could see neither Slughorn nor Riddle, and that was the end of his memory, his head coming out of the Pensieve. Lift it up.
"Confused." Dumbledore looked at Harry. "I'd be surprised if you didn't."
"I don't understand what happened just now." Harry wiped the water from his face in a daze.
"This may be the most important memory I have collected, but it is also a lie. This memory has been tampered with by his master, our old friend Professor Slughorn." Dumbledore explained , "So Veritaserum and Legilimency cannot be counted as real evidence, because it may be tampered with... Otherwise, it would be easy when you were brought to court by Fudge last year..."
"Why did he change his memory?"
"Why, yeah, why? I guess he's ashamed of it, he thinks he made Voldemort himself." Dumbledore looked at Harry, "I told you to get close to Slughorn, and you can do it too." Now, then I would like to ask you to persuade him to hand over this memory."
Dumbledore brushed his hand over the Pensieve,
Looking down at the slowly rotating silver memory in the basin, the thing that was neither solid nor liquid in the Pensieve slipped from his hand: "This memory is everything, without him, we are tantamount to blind."
Then, on the first weekend after returning to school, the keeper Filch stood at the entrance of Hogwarts Castle, carefully checking the permission form signed by the guardian to visit Hogsmeade in the hands of wizards.
Although the snow around the path leading from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade has melted, this does not mean that the sun is shining and warm and comfortable. The melting snow makes the weather even colder and more humid. Dark clouds were low in the sky, but despite this, the Hogwarts wizards happily seized this rare opportunity to go out.
On this muddy and slippery path, Luna danced lightly along with her weird singing voice, Ginny and Hermione, who had been dressed up a little, walked side by side behind her, talking and laughing, a few beautiful little ones The witch became a sight on the road.
Hogsmeade on Saturday was very lively because of the patronage of these little wizards. Honeydukes was full of Hogwarts students. At this time, the young wizards who were aroused by their appetites were attracted by the dazzling array of goods, and turned their eyes away from the beautiful witches.
Rows of shelves were filled with the juiciest sweets that Ambrosius Froome, proprietor of Honeydukes, had found at Hogwarts the last time he He carried all kinds of candies in the basket in which he cast the Untraceable Stretching Charm, and he presented these candies to the students who attended the dinner party. As he had expected, the wizards who received his candies were overwhelming. Some of them have become his loyal customers.
However, the ice cream that the boss Ambrosio thought would be popular with little wizards was treated coldly. Except for the famous crazy girl Luna Lovegood who just came in from Ravenclaw, no one would like to be in such a cold place. Go down to eat cold ice cream in cold weather.
Diagon Alley at this time.
Different from the bustling scenes of people coming and going in the past, in front of a rectangular house whose central part roof is composed of a huge circular dome and a semicircular dome at the front and back, many Aurors While maintaining order, a large group of reporters crowded outside the door, many of them were foreign media who came from abroad to hear the rumors about the British magic world. They crowded and pointed their photographic equipment at The center of the road opened and maintained by the Aurors - although this matter is considered new to the wizarding world in the UK, it does not prevent it from attracting the attention of the wizarding world in other countries. Fermentation, in this kind of forced benign development, the effect will be much better than Luna's previous cheating method of acting in person.
The specially selected good-looking male and female Aurors stood at the door and persuaded gently and helplessly: "Gentlemen and ladies, please be quiet, don't be crowded, and be careful."
Today is the inauguration ceremony of the Ravenclaw Temple donated by the Harris family in Diagon Alley. Celebrities from all walks of life in the magic world, even many local pure-blood families who are secretly fighting with the Harris family, were invited to attend, at least tomorrow. On the surface, they still maintain enough decency and proper etiquette to each other.
On such an occasion, as a voter of Ravenclaw in name, Allen stood in the hall of the temple where the traceless stretching spell was cast, waiting for the inauguration ceremony of the Ravenclaw temple to begin.
The few wizards who had received Ravenclaw's "God's Grace" dressed up in costumes and contacted various media, telling how they had received Ravenclaw's grace——as the first batch of Ravenclaws after becoming holy The beneficiary, after Alan privately provided additional funds to this group of people who stayed in St. Mungo's Hospital due to illness for a long time and did not work, except that Katie Bell will still complete her studies in school, these were originally due to their own The unfortunate wizards without a stable source of income all agreed to stay and be a part of the new temple, and they would later preach in Diagon Alley.
The walls of this temple were elegantly arched windows, hung with blue and bronze silks, and the ceiling was a dome with stars on it and on the dark blue carpet below. Many ravens fly and inhabit under the starry sky on the dome, adding a lot of mystery to the temple. The surrounding walls are all made up of this huge bookshelf. If it weren't for the one in the depths, it would be bigger and more solemn than the Ravenclaw common room. The white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw and its dragon-shaped relief base, as well as the pulpit and benches in front of it, the Ravenclaw graduates even mistakenly thought for a moment that they were back in the world. Hogwarts.
Knowing that even the Hogwarts Ravenclaw house ghost, Lady Gray, is floating near her mother's statue not only adds to the feeling but also seems to confirm the authenticity of what this event represents.