Chapter 291 The Sorting Hat in the Pensieve

The sky finally darkened, and the invisible Harry on the screen successfully left the Gryffindor common room, escorted by Harry and Ron.

The castle was pitch black, and Harry listened to his heartbeat, inexplicably remembering the scene of his first night walk when he just got the invisibility cloak.

He looked down at his legs, but only saw moonlight and shadows.

‘Yes, that’s the feeling. ’

The only difference is that he has now completely turned into a shadowless monster. While he has become shorter, he also has feet with hard pads and thick curly hair.

This structure allows him to jump without making any sound.

At the same time, the fur on his body can also restrain the leakage of smell, body temperature, and magic magnetic field.

He is now the opposite of a ghost.

Ghosts have outlines, but they cannot be really touched.

And he can be touched, but everything else cannot be perceived.

He can go anywhere now without being discovered.

This is not arrogance. He boldly ran wildly in the corridor without causing any commotion or attracting anyone’s attention.

He walked right past Professor McGonagall on patrol, his heartbeat not changing.

Soon, the hideous giant stone monster appeared in front of him.

The first time he really faced the gargoyle was in the second grade, when Justin and Nick, who was almost headless, were petrified by the basilisk. He was sent here by Professor McGonagall because he was the first to appear at the scene.

He still remembered everything behind the stone monster: the spiral staircase that slowly moved up like an escalator, the shiny oak door and the brass knocker in the shape of a griffin on it.

But today, he was going to get there in another way.

He suppressed the urge to blurt out a long list of candy names (Dumbledore liked sweets, and most of the passwords were names of sweet candies, such as: iced lemon juice, cockroach pile, toffee fingers, and sizzling bee candy), and began to focus on the magic fairy device to sense the coordinates left by his mother in the principal's office that only they could sense.

He closed his eyes, and in the dark world, a little fluorescence appeared.

The fluorescence spread and enveloped him, and after a while of spinning, he opened his eyes.

The gargoyle in front of him disappeared.

(Bajir once again admired Lily's ingenuity. The fluctuations caused by the space transfer were absorbed and turned into magic to conceal the breath. To use cooking as an analogy, it was like cutting meat on tofu, and the tofu was safe and sound.)

'Very good, Dumbledore is not in the office. 'Harry was secretly happy.

What appeared in front of him was a round room that he was very familiar with, and the various funny little sounds filled in it could also be found in his memory.

Even if it was a different world, Dumbledore changed his gender, and even got married, the layout of the room still did not change much.

'Could it be that Dumbledore was originally very feminine? 'Harry complained.

On the table with slender legs, there were still many strange silverware, rotating and spewing small streams of smoke.

The walls were still covered with portraits of former headmasters and headmistresses, all snoring softly in their frames.

The table with claw-shaped legs that he felt was out of place was still there.

Even Fawkes, who had grown some golden-red fur, was dozing on the golden bough behind the door.

The only difference was the tattered, wrinkled wizard hat on the shelf behind the table - the Sorting Hat was gone, and the glass case next to the shelf should have been filled with a silver-shining sword with a large ruby ​​on the hilt - the Sword of Gryffindor.

There was also a photo of three people on the desk. They looked like a loving family. The blond young man was hugging a beautiful, inhuman silver-haired young woman. The young woman's blue eyes were staring at the baby in her arms. The baby struggled, and the two smiled dotingly.

(Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who were in two different countries, smiled at the same time, "Is this our child?")

(Their hearts melted, and they all tried their best to record this memory.)

‘Is this their child, Credence Dumbledore? ’

‘What made this loving couple live apart in different places? ’

Harry didn't think about it any further.

He just turned around, and today's target was in the black cabinet behind him.

He opened the cabinet door smoothly without alarming Fawkes.

The cabinet door was not locked, because there was something safer than a lock - a maze of memories of past headmasters.

In the cabinet was a shallow stone basin with strange carvings on the basin: letters and symbols that he would never know if he hadn't become a warrior - Saxon runes.

This was also a kind of magic rune, the magic rune of the Anglo-Saxons.

And the stone basin was a pensieve, and he had seen it for the first time (Harry in the fourth grade of the movie version had not seen a pensieve yet).

And the silver light inside, that indistinguishable like a piece of bright silver, is constantly flowing; like ripples on the water surface in the breeze, and like clouds that spread out and swirl softly; like light turned into liquid, and like wind condensed into solid, is memory.

The real Sorting Hat is hidden in it.

("What is this?" Ron asked.)

（"Pensieve." Hermione's pupils dilated, and she lay completely on Basil. "A precious magic item that contains powerful and complex magic, usually made of metal and stone. It is very rare because only the most powerful wizards use them, and because most wizards are afraid to use it.")

（"What are you talking about?" Ron said he didn't understand.)

（Hermione had long been accustomed to Ron's ignorance, and her little mouth began to utter knowledge, "Because the magic of the Pensieve will vividly present the memory, using every detail buried in the subconscious to faithfully reproduce the memory, and then allow the memory owner or a second party to enter the memory and move inside it.)

（"This is also what most wizards are afraid of.")

（"Anyone who has something to hide , those who are ashamed of their past, those who are eager to keep secrets, or those who want to protect their privacy will inevitably be more wary of the Pensieve. ")

("Therefore, the wizard's Pensieve, like their wand, is regarded as a very personal item and will be buried with the person. Unless otherwise requested, any thoughts or memories stored in the Pensieve will be buried with the owner.")

("Moreover, it is more difficult to use the Pensieve to review and organize thoughts than to recreate memories. Only a few wizards have this ability.")

("Is that so," Ron only felt that the knowledge flowed through his brain without leaving any, "If that's it, why are you so excited?")

("That's it?" Hermione was a little unbelievable, "This Pensieve is not Dumbledore's personal item, but belongs to the school. . That is to say, all the headmasters of all generations have used it for a long time, and they have also left their life experiences in the form of memory! ")

("What does this mean?" Ron's eyes flashed with innocence that was not polluted by knowledge.)

("What does it mean?" Hermione almost gasped, "It means that it itself is a precious book that records the most intuitive history, no, it is a precious library provided to the current headmasters!")

("Oh." Ron shrugged, "So that's it.")

Harry didn't know that Ron and Hermione had quarreled because of the meditation basin in front of him.

He leaned down directly and put his head completely into the cabinet.

In the wizarding world, it is very stupid to put your hand into a basin full of unknown objects, let alone approach it directly with your face.

But he I already knew what it was.

‘The invisibility of the shadowless monster is really complete. ’

The silver object in the basin still maintains its original appearance.

Harry, who had been taught everything about the Pensieve by Lily and how to use it, knew that when magic power was input or intelligent life approached, the silver object, that is, the memory itself, would begin to rotate rapidly, starting with the surface, and finally the whole thing would become transparent like glass.

Then, a memory would appear.

And the memory hiding the Sorting Hat was hidden in the sea of ​​thousands of memories left by the headmasters.

But now, he was so invisible that neither the memory nor the Pensieve could detect his existence at such a close distance.

‘How can I make it react? ’

‘Remove the invisibility? Will Fawkes find out? ’

‘Just take the Pensieve away? ’

‘How can I find the right memory among so many memories? ’

The audience could not perceive what Harry was thinking, but Lily was different. Without Harry's disguise, these thoughts were more like questions to her.

"Thought, unwavering thought," Lily said, "Knowing that the Sorting Hat is inside means success."

"It is true that there may be thousands of memories related to the Sorting Hat inside, but you just need to think about getting it. This is difficult for other wizards in this world, but Harry is different."

"You are a fairy, a fairy with magical power."

"Your magic power is both your immortal raft and the embodiment of your self."

"You just need to inject your magic power, and it will give the right response."

"Inject magic power," Harry thought in surprise, "Is it that simple? '

So, Harry, who was still in the form of a shadow monster, put his "hand" on the edge of the basin, and the magical power of the spirit began to be injected.

The memory in the Pensieve began to rotate as Lily said, and turned into a transparent substance.

'Success! '

Harry leaned down again, and a beautiful round room appeared under the transparent substance.

He was now looking into the room as if through a round skylight.

The light in the room was bright, making him look very familiar.

Finally, the portraits of the headmasters on the wall made him recognize that this was the headmaster's office.

There were no more silverware that made all kinds of strange noises and smoke, nor the phoenix Fawkes.

The decoration inside was also Slytherin-style, and it was obvious that the headmaster in office was from Slytherin.

The feminine style showed that this was most likely to belong to Phineas Black, who was a woman in this world and created the [Mother and Child River].

'Is this the memory? '

Before Harry had time to think about it, Lily's voice rang out, "Now, bury your head in it."

'Yes, mother. ' Harry didn't have time to think about it, and followed the order - his nose touched the surface of the memory.

Dumbledore's office seemed to suddenly fall over, upside down.

Harry felt as if his body had fallen headfirst into the basin, but his hair did not hit the bottom of the basin.

He fell through a cold, dark mass, as if being sucked into a black vortex—but he could still breathe.

Suddenly, Harry found himself back to his original shape, sitting in the luxurious green and silver high-backed chair that belonged to Fenia Black's office.

He subconsciously looked up at the original dome, trying to find the circular skylight, but all he saw was the portrait of the former principal and the silver snake sculpture.

The door banged open.

Harry's body stiffened for a moment, remembering that he was no longer invisible.

A black-haired witch wearing silver and green Slytherin-style robes walked towards him quickly.

("Is this the old man?" Sirius couldn't help but rub his eyes several times.)

It was a witch with invisible pores, white skin that almost glowed in the sun, exuding a soul-stirring evil spirit, and black curly hair.

The shadow of Siris can be vaguely seen from the outline.

He even seemed to be able to feel the faint tulip aroma of Siris exuding from this witch.

Her beauty was so breathtaking and aggressive that he could only watch as she sat on top of him.

(A large audience begins to boo.)

(Ginny, already numb, clenched her fists again.)

Then her body passed through her, and he and her overlapped.

Harry couldn't help but feel a flash of disappointment.

Then he suddenly became alert again.

‘The charm of witches in this world is so amazing, no wonder wizards can’t resist. ’

"What idiots! Haven't you noticed that there are fewer and fewer wizards?" A lark-like voice that was completely different from her aggressive appearance said, "What do you mean [Zimuhe] doesn't need to exist? These people from the Ministry of Magic Do all the bitches have brains in their wombs?”

Sorting Hat!

Harry then remembered, 'I'm here to find the Sorting Hat! ’

Only then did he get up from the high-backed chair, Fenia Black.

Start looking for the Sorting Hat in every corner of the room.

But even if he rummaged through the boxes, he still found nothing.

("Where is the Sorting Hat?" Professor McGonagall frowned, "Maybe Harry got the wrong memory.")

("Perhaps, the Sorting Hat in memory does not necessarily look like the Sorting Hat." Dumbledore guessed.)

"Harry, the Sorting Hat in your memory does not necessarily look like the Sorting Hat!" Lily finally spoke up. She had been thinking while Harry was looking for her, "You shouldn't be able to run into Finia Black!"

(In the memory of the Pensieve, in the ocean of condensed thoughts, Lily’s voice can no longer be hidden.)

"Just like you can touch tables and chairs and set foot on the floor, you should be able to touch Finya Black's body!"

"The only reason why I can't touch it is that I touched it in the wrong place and in the wrong way!"

"Uterus!" x2 Harry and Lily said in unison.