Chapter 394: The Plucked Phoenix, Dumbledore's Pensieve

"Nothing, probably just excited to see an old friend."

"Is this... is this really exciting?" Harry was a little skeptical, "But Abe has already shown his claws, he won't..."

Before he finished speaking, Abe turned into a white afterimage and accelerated towards Fox.

Fox immediately spread his wings and flew to the ceiling, leaving it empty.

Roar!

Abe roared, spread his white wings and flew in the air to chase.

Two figures, one red and one white, ran rampant in the principal's office, and gold and silver utensils fell all over the floor.

Fox was miserable. Although he didn't want to admit it, he really couldn't beat Abe now.

If it was outside, he might still have room to escape, but the principal's office was not big or small, and he was caught up by Abe in a short while.

The sharp claws pinched its neck directly. Fox saw Abe's pure eyes mixed with a hint of joy, and suddenly panicked, and red flames ignited all over his body, trying to use high temperature to make it loosen its claws.

Abe glared at it with disdain, and a layer of white scales appeared on the surface of its body, easily resisting the flames of the phoenix.

Next, its other claw began to pluck feathers, and Fox let out a shrill whine.

In just a few seconds, one-third of the red and golden feathers were plucked, and even several of the dazzling tail feathers were plucked.

"Stop, stop now." Harry couldn't bear it anymore and shouted hurriedly.

Abe was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Aaron, and only let go of the Phoenix when he saw his master nod.

"Uh... Don't mind it." Aaron said nonsense seriously, "Sometimes the way magical animals greet each other is so simple and unpretentious."

"Is this a greeting?" Harry said angrily, "Even if I don't have much education, you wouldn't fool me like this!

Fox has been bullied like this, look at how he is crying."

"What? Crying?"

Aaron seemed a little surprised by this and quickly walked up to Fox.

Just when Harry thought he was going to comfort and apologize, Abe took out an empty crystal bottle from his pocket.

"You are sensible." Aaron patted Abe's little head, and then carefully collected the Phoenix's tears, "This is a healing elixir, it's a pity to let it fall on the ground."

Abe snorted disdainfully, and then put the feathers he plucked into his pocket one by one in front of Fox.

The Phoenix cried even more sadly, and the speed of crying was much faster.

Harry, who was standing by, was also stunned when he saw this scene, and couldn't think of any words to describe it for a while.

He was really open-minded today. Aaron and Abe's tricks directly opened the door to a new world for him. It was okay to pluck feathers, but they didn't even let go of tears.

Collecting its tears and feathers in front of Fox was not enough to describe it, it was simply crazy.

"This is tragic. Dumbledore will be very angry when he comes back."

"Not really. I just plucked some feathers."

"Is that a little?" Harry said speechlessly. "Fawkes is only a little better than a turkey now."

Aaron was stunned for a moment, turned his head and gave him a thumbs up. "This cut is just right."

Before Harry could react, Abe handed Aaron another empty crystal bottle.

Originally, the Phoenix had almost shed all its tears. Harry's words made Aaron collect half a bottle of tears.

"Okay, a great harvest!" Aaron said with satisfaction. Abe also patted its pocket and felt that today's trip was worth it.

Harry couldn't help but pick up Fawkes, gently put it on a cushion, and gave it some water to drink.

"When Dumbledore comes back and sees how sick it is, he will definitely not let us go." Harry said with tears in his eyes, "You have caused me so much trouble this time."

"Don't worry, the Phoenix's self-healing ability is very exaggerated. To a certain extent, they are immortal creatures." Aaron said indifferently, "The damage to its body now is just that it is unwilling to recover.

But it's okay, Abe, heal it."

Abe hesitated for a moment, walked to Fawkes reluctantly, and activated his healing ability.

A white magic circle appeared above Fawkes, and soon the injuries on its body were completely healed. Except for the loss of some feathers, it was almost impossible to tell that it had been injured.

Harry's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously said, "What a mean thing!"

"What did you say?"

"No, nothing." Harry waved his hand immediately, then looked at the messy principal's office, "Let's clean it up quickly before Dumbledore comes back."

Aaron shrugged, then pulled out his wand, waved it at the ground, and the gold and silver utensils flew back to their respective positions.

"Done."

"Amazing magical talent." The Sorting Hat said, "It was right to sort you into Slytherin. Your value is fully reflected."

"Tsk, shut up if you don't want to take a shower."

"Okay."

Harry shook his head speechlessly and found a chair to sit down.

This was the first time he sat in the principal's office so casually. He could tell Dumbledore about his dream right away, and he felt much more relaxed.

In a trance, he found a cabinet that was not closed tightly, and bright silver light emanated from the gap.

Harry hesitated for a moment, walked over curiously, and opened the cabinet door.

Inside was a shallow stone basin with strange carvings on the mouth of the basin, covered with letters and runes.

There was no liquid in the basin, but wisps of silver light, which flowed and danced in the basin, creating beautiful ripples.

"Aaron, do you know what this is?"

"Yes." Aaron nodded, "It's called a Pensieve, I have one too.

This magic item is not ordinary rare, it can store memories and avoid forgetting certain things over time.

People who store memories can also use it to observe their own memories from a third-person perspective and find those details that are easily overlooked."

"Does it mean that Dumbledore's secret is in it?"

"No, it can't be called a secret, it can only be called a memory.

No one will put the real secret in the Pensieve, otherwise it will be bad if it is seen by others." Aaron said seriously. He occasionally put some memories in the Pensieve, but those memories are not important, but it is a pity to forget them.

Harry put the wand in and stirred it.

The silver stream of light slowly turned and became more transparent.

"That's not how it works." Aaron said helplessly, "You have to get closer.

If you want to know the memory of Barty Crouch, just think of him in your mind."

"Will it be here?"

"It may not be there before, but Dumbledore will definitely extract this part of the memory recently..."

Aaron's voice stopped abruptly halfway through his words, because Harry had already put his head in.

"Awesome!" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and he hesitated for a long time before pulling him back, "You are also amazing. It is very dangerous to enter other people's memories without permission. Isn't the lesson Tom Riddle taught you enough?"

"Dumbledore is completely different from Voldemort." Harry gasped heavily, "And I know a lot of useful things, Crouch, Karkaroff, Bagman and... Professor Snape."

"What did you see?" Aaron frowned.

"Karkaroff's trial scene. He was arrested by Professor Moody and tried by Barty Crouch himself.

He wanted to give out the names of other Death Eaters to leave Azkaban, but he was unlucky. The people he gave out were either dead or caught.

He also gave out..."

Harry hesitated for a moment and continued, "Severus Snape. Dumbledore said Snape was his spy planted in Voldemort's place."

"Huh!" Aaron took a deep breath and looked at Harry seriously, "Keep this to yourself and never tell anyone else. Including Sirius. "

"Many people know that there were at least hundreds of wizards in that trial."

"But many people don't know." Aaron said unhappily, "Hundreds of students at Hogwarts don't know. If you spread this matter, Professor Snape will be very troubled."

Harry nodded blankly, "I know."

"Then what? Who did Karkaroff confess?

Not only did he get out of Azkaban, he also became the headmaster of Durmstrang, which can be regarded as a success. "

"You won't believe it, this is simply unbelievable.

Barty Crouch's son, Barty Crouch Jr., is actually a Death Eater."

"Wait... are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

"Absolutely not." Harry said very confidently, "Old Barty personally sent his son to Azkaban in front of his wife, and his wife fainted. This is simply... too cruel."

Aaron was silent for a long time after hearing this, "Anything else?"

"And Neville, his parents were tortured by several Death Eaters with the Cruciatus Curse." Harry said with a heavy expression, "Professor Moody knew about this, he was in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Using the Cruciatus Curse in front of Neville in class was probably to help him get out of this nightmare."

"But he failed, and Neville was so scared that his face turned pale."

"And Ludo Bagman, he was also accused of being a Death Eater."

"Are you kidding?" Aaron said in disbelief, "He can be a Death Eater like that, then Voldemort's selection standards are too low!"

Harry also deeply agreed with this. In his opinion, although Ludo Bagman was a bit annoying, he was fundamentally different from the Death Eaters. At least he definitely didn't have the courage to violate the laws of the Ministry of Magic.

"A lot of people think so, so Ludo Bagman was released without much of a trial." Harry spread his hands. "That's all we've seen so far. It's Dumbledore's memory, and any bit that leaked out would be enough to shock us for years."