Chapter 677 Memory in the Pensieve

"What's a Pensieve?" Harry asked curiously. ?≠

He saw a shallow stone basin in the front cabinet, with strange carvings on the mouth of the basin: letters and symbols he didn't know were all on it, and the silver light came out of the things in the basin.

It is unclear whether these silver lights are liquid or gas.

If you want to describe it, it is like a piece of bright silver, but it is constantly flowing, like the ripples on the surface of water in the breeze, and it is like a cloud that spreads out and rotates softly. It is like light that has melted into liquid. , like a solidified wind...

Harry suddenly had an idea to touch it, to see how it would feel.

But nearly four years in the wizarding world had taught him that it was foolish to dip one's hand into a basin full of unknown objects.

So, he turned his head and looked at Ivan, who must know what this thing is for.

"To put it simply, the Pensieve is an alchemical artifact used to preserve thoughts and memories in the mind." Noticing Harry's gaze, Ivan explained, "As long as the memory is put in it, we can use it to re-embody That memory, in an immersive way, the person who appears in the memory will not find the experiencer exists..."

While explaining to Harry, he stroked the Pensieve gently, and looked carefully at the huge stone basin in front of him.

Compared with the method of use, Ivan is more curious about the production principle of this thing.

After studying for a while, he had to give up, it was too complicated, and this Pensieve was far from being as simple as it looked.

Unless Dumbledore allows Ivan to shred this thing, nothing can be seen from the outside.

"This stone basin can actually preserve and reproduce memories!" After listening to Ivan's explanation, Harry sighed, "It's incredible!"

"It's really incredible!" Ivan nodded.

"Then what are the letters on it for?" Harry continued to ask, and came closer.

"If you take the ancient rune class, you will know that this is rune, which belongs to a kind of ancient rune. In alchemy, "as for the complex symbols around the rune, they are magic runes, which can gather and transmit Magic, I haven't seen this arrangement before. "

Harry nodded half-understanding, and couldn't help asking, "Ivan, what are these strange silver things?"

"It's memory!" Ivan said, and tapped the silver object in the Pensieve with his wand.

His wand entered it, and the silver object whirled and became more transparent, looking like glass.

It was put in by Dumbledore, who must have been using it before taking the memory away.

"Memory!" Harry paused for a moment, then continued, "But..."

"Come on, let's go in and take a look, and you'll understand everything!" Ivan said, holding Harry's right hand directly.

"What?!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

In the next second, he was dragged into the stone basin by Ai Wen, and his head went down into it.

The scene in front of him was changing rapidly, and Dumbledore's office suddenly fell over.

Harry found that his head didn't hit the bottom of the basin as he imagined, but entered a strange world.

He fell through a mass of icy blackness, as if sucked into a black vortex...

Then he saw clearly that it was a dimly lit room.

Harry thought it might be underground, as there were no windows, just torches on wall brackets like Hogwarts, and he saw rows of wizards sitting on stepped benches all around, and the room was In the center stood an empty chair.

The chair had a foreboding look because of the chains wrapped around the armrests, as if they were used to bind people.

At this moment, he and Ivan were sitting on a bench at the top of the room at the bottom of the basin, which was higher than the other stools.

He looked up at the high stone ceiling for the circular skylight, but all he saw was dark, solid stone.

The surrounding scene made Harry feel that this place was more like a dungeon.

There was a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no pictures or decorations on the walls, only the dense rows of benches on all sides, arranged in steps, and the chained handle could be clearly seen from all the seats. chair.

What the hell is going on, how did they suddenly come to this place? !

Harry was puzzled for a while, but fortunately Ivan was still by his side, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.

"Evan, what is this place?!" Harry asked in a low voice, his voice sounded strange.

"Didn't I just say that the Pensieve is a prop used to re-experience memories, and we are in it now, in a memory." Ivan said, sitting next to Harry, looking around with great interest .

This is the special courtroom of the Ministry of Magic, where the Wizengamot tried the most heinous Dark wizards.

In a small room behind this, there is the only door key to the wizard prison of Azkaban.

He had been here before, but at that time the courtroom was restricted, far less shocking than it looks now.

In this room, around Ivan and Harry, there are at least two hundred wizards sitting.

They all looked solemn, dressed in ancient and exquisite costumes mainly in dark tones, giving people an invisible pressure.

"So we are in a memory now, whose memory is it?" Harry continued to ask softly, his breathing was tense and rapid, he looked around, and then he couldn't help but screamed, the scream echoed in the quiet room echo.

Because he found that the person next to him was Albus Dumbledore.

"Obviously, this is Dumbledore's memory!" Ivan said, "We are in his memory at the moment, do you remember my previous explanation about the Pensieve? People have noticed, and there is no way to change the things in it, it's just a memory, it belongs to Dumbledore's memory."

Harry nodded, although he had prepared himself, it was still too unbelievable.

But that was the case, because none of the wizards around seemed to hear Harry's fright.

They looked solemn, and they all stared nervously at the far corner of the room, where there was a door.

The same is true for Dumbledore, who didn't move or speak, let alone Ivan and Harry.

Harry hesitated, raised his right hand suspiciously, and waved it vigorously in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't blink, didn't turn to look at Harry, he didn't move.

As Ivan said, this is just a memory, not the actual world. 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy