Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 590 Pensieve

"Thoughts?" This reminded Harry of the smoke bottle. "Is this the same as Ron's invention?"

“It’s more akin to Skywalker Cinema in terms of effects.

It is to let you join the scene of my past memories as a third party.

It's different from Ron's experience of putting himself in his shoes." Dumbledore smiled, "But I'm not here to watch the movie.

Instead, it absorbs the unnecessary thoughts out of your mind.

While relaxing, you can also pour your thoughts into this basin and take a good look at it when you have time.

You know, it's easier to see their shapes and their connections to each other in this state."

"What do you mean by tricks and Horcruxes?"

"It will be necessary." Dumbledore drew his wand.

The Pensieve flew toward him and landed safely on the table.

Then he used the tip of his stick to poke at the thoughts in the pot.

A human figure immediately rose from the basin. It was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old with long reddish brown hair.

But his nose was not broken and his legs were still standing in the basin.

It's a young Dumbledore!
This young version of Dumbledore didn't even look at Harry or Professor Dumbledore.

He held the wand in a very strange position, "Bless you all!"

The sound of the chanting was accompanied by an echo, as if it came from the depths of the stone basin.

"If it's a trick, today I'll teach you the unique gesture of holding the wand, the magic that this gesture is suitable for, and how to use it in actual combat." He stared at Harry over the top of the half-moon lens, "This is indeed very useful in a duel.

I remember this when I was in seventh grade, and I won the Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellence in Spellcasting with it."

Dumbledore fiddled with the thoughts in the basin again, and the young version of Dumbledore sank, and the basin turned opaque silver-white again.

"But if it is related to the Horcrux, I will show you some memories related to it." As Dumbledore said this, he inserted the tip of the wand into his silver hair, close to his temple.

When he pulled out his wand, there seemed to be some hair-thin silver-white substance stuck to the tip of the wand, and he added it to the basin.

Harry was surprised to find that a familiar house appeared before him.

That's where he'll be next April. The old, run-down Gaunt house.

“This is actually supposed to be Bob Ogden’s memory.

He worked at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

But he was not very willing to provide it to me.

Just showed me.”

“So this is your memory of looking at Mr. Ogden’s memory.

Do you know where this is?" Harry stammered.

He is very nervous now.

He was worried that Dumbledore would add some outdoor courses in the days ahead.

Harry wanted to go to Gaunt House alone.

Hidden there is a ring made of Voldemort's Horcrux.

The ring is inlaid with the legendary resurrection stone.

Harry's goal.

"You're quite right, Harry.

This house belongs to Gaunt.

I mentioned it before.

It is Voldemort's mother clan.

The bloodline he truly recognized.

These memories are those of Ogden's visits to the Gaunt family.

Among them appear Voldemort's mother, uncle, and grandfather.

Even his unwilling father," Dumbledore said lightly as he looked at the house spinning in the basin.

In the Ravenclaw common room, Ron, Neville, Draco, and Ginny surrounded Harry who had just returned. "Why didn't you choose to look at the memory? Isn't this related to Voldemort's Horcruxes?

Maybe there is a Horcrux in - um, that old Gaunt house!" Ron was very excited.

"Yes, and there are also the mysterious descendants of Slytherin. They must all be noble and elegant." Draco on the side couldn't help but become intoxicated.

Morfin Gaunt, with thick hair matted with dirt and a mouthful of crooked yellow teeth, expressed deep emotion.

Marvolo Gaunt, with his broad shoulders, too long arms, and a wrinkled face like an old monkey, burst into tears when someone praised his nobility.

Merope Gaunt, the only one who could be considered clean, with straight hair, plain looks, and eyes that stared in two opposite directions like her brother, began to try hard to find elegance in herself.

"Just shut up, Ron!" Harry's heart skipped a beat and he looked at Ron unhappily.

How come Ron guessed it right at once?

"I still think the gestures Dumbledore taught are more interesting.

I've heard of the Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellence in Spellcasting.

It is an award with a very high threshold, and it would rather not be offered if there is no wizard who deserves the award.

It requires a certain age of the wizard and the originality of the gesture." Neville expressed the opposite opinion.

"Harry's decision is the most correct one. It doesn't matter which one he chooses." Ginny is naturally the one who has no principles and almost always follows Harry's opinion.

She looked at Harry lovingly, almost pressing herself against him.

Harry could only give a 'painful' smile at this, and had no choice but to go up and hug Ginny.

And quickly continued Ginny's words, "Ginny is right.

I think this choice is undoubtedly the right one.

Think about it, I'll be able to see those memories sooner or later.

And watching the young Dumbledore learn more advanced spellcasting skills was undoubtedly more rewarding.

How nice it would be if I could make them my own one day earlier."

Draco nodded disappointedly. Then he looked at Harry and said, "Then you must tell me after you see the mysterious Gaunt family.

That's the descendant of Slytherin!

Even the branch of Slytherin founded a very powerful magic school in America - Ilvermorny.

Slytherin's direct descendants must be even more amazing.

Gaunt had not been to Hogwarts for centuries.

They are said to be home-schooled.

Maybe Voldemort got the profound magical knowledge from Gaunt, which made him become the Dark Lord who dominated the entire European wizarding world."

As for Ron, he said belatedly: "Why do you want me to shut up?
Did I say anything wrong?
How come I, Draco, Neville, and Ginny are the only ones who need to shut up?

While Harry was racking his brains to think of an excuse, Ginny choked and said, "Isn't it obvious?

Although we have cast magic around.

Prevent the sound of our conversation from being heard by others.

But this is not a reason for you to pick up a Horcrux at a time.

This is Ravenclaw, the house of smart people.

Who knows, someone might just bypass our magic and hear us.

Plus, I know about Horcruxes."

Ron looked around seriously, then looked very understanding.

“It’s really my fault.

I almost forgot, the students here are all smart people.

Not like in the Slytherin, Gryffindor, or Hufflepuff common rooms where you don't have to pay attention.

You know, here is me, Harry, a smart and excellent student from Ravenclaw!