Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Hogwarts Castle, corridor on the eighth floor of the castle.

Elena stopped in front of a huge drip-mouthed stone beast and was silent for two seconds.

"Dumbledore has left you a gift, and the password is your name as compensation for leaving without saying goodbye."

Before Grindelwald left, he conveyed Dumbledore's apology to Elena, and the gift to make up for it.

Obviously, just like when the old man left in the original world line, Mr. Principal has always been so at ease and thoughtful.

Since Dumbledore temporarily left Hogwarts, the headmaster's office has been automatically closed, and Professor McGonagall and the Ministry of Magic have tried it a few hours ago.

In a strict sense, Dumbledore did not really relinquish the role of headmaster, and the "soul" of Hogwarts, if it existed, did not receive any information about the rotation of the new headmaster, Minerva McGonagall still I firmly believe that Dumbledore will come back. As for the Ministry of Magic officials, they have not yet figured out how to deal with it. They may have to hold a meeting for a few days to discuss...

So... that spicy old radish, what the **** is thinking?

Elena frowned slightly and carefully looked at the ugly, quiet stone beast in front of her.

"I am Elena Kaslana," she said.

It didn't sound like a password "Dumbledore" would use.

According to convention, the password for the principal's office is somewhat sweet, and it is at least related to the food.

However, the next moment, the drip-mouth stone beast suddenly came to life.

It trembled nimbly and jumped aside, the wall directly behind it separated to the left and right, revealing the slowly ascending spiral staircase behind it.

The Hogwarts Headmaster's office is located in a separate small tower above the castle's main castle, which is somewhat similar to the tower at Nurmengard Castle.

Following the movement of the automatic spiral staircase, Elena quickly reached the top.

A gleaming oak door stood silently, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

Before Elena could raise her hand, the door knocker trembled and slid back silently with a bizarre screeching sound she had never heard before.

Dumbledore's "active disappearance" did not affect this office, and everything here was as peaceful and orderly as she had seen before.

Those exquisite silverware were displayed one by one on the slender-legged table, spinning quietly and breathing fine mist.

Portraits of former headmasters and headmistresses were snoring in their frames, their heads lounging back in armchairs or leaning against the frame, but Elena knew they were mostly awake.

Since she succeeded in several consecutive rounds of "forcibly opening a group", most of the former principals began to pretend to be asleep when she appeared.

After all, as the little witch said, they couldn't rush out of the painting to bite her, and in the end it was the elderly who lived in the portrait who suffered.

Not far away, Phoenix Fox's slender neck was pulled out from his wings, his big bright eyes glanced in the direction of the door, and he let out a melodious cry.

With the Nirvana of the previous generation, this "new version" of the phoenix is ​​almost a "child" raised by Elena.

In the ranking of Fox's heart, Elena is second only to Dumbledore, who has an ancient contract.

"Gift...gift..."

Elena looked around, and there seemed to be nothing unusual in the office.

There were no notes or letters on the desk in the center, and the feather pen made of the golden-red phoenix tail feathers leaned against the pen holder, flashing a touch of luster from time to time.

There were quite a few books missing from the bookcases on the walls on both sides of the ring-shaped room, or to be more precise, they should have been "replaced".

You know, as a wizard over a hundred years old, apart from the knowledge in his mind, Dumbledore's most valuable possession is the magic books he has collected over the years.

This is much more powerful than the collection of books in the forbidden area of ​​the Hogwarts Library. Elena has long been envious of the knowledge above.

Referring to the way of dealing with Horcrux-related books, if there are high-risk, difficult, or isolated books, Dumbledore will most likely use the principal's privilege to store them in his bookcase.

Hmph, I didn't forget that spicy old radish.

Elena's eyes swept across the bookcase, and magic gave her not only strength, but also an all-round physical improvement.

Maybe there is no way to be as memorable as "Index", but with this large-scale replacement, she can directly compare the differences in her memory without even getting close...

etc? !

Replacing the books on the bookcase? !

Before she could dissipate the resentment in Elena's heart, she immediately caught the hint of inspiration.

She stepped forward quickly, looked at the sorting hat on the three-legged table not far away, and saw a small note beside her.

Be kind to this old, wise, and somewhat nagging hat, the most important treasure at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 】

And in front of the Sorting Hat pretending to be silent, half a step away from Dumbledore's desk, the door of a mysterious black cabinet was not fully closed.

Bright silver light flashed from the gap.

Oh, that thing... is it left too?

Elena stepped forward and gently opened the cabinet door.

Sure enough, there was a shallow stone basin in the cabinet, and the mouth of the basin was carved with some mysterious and complicated rune symbols and ancient French.

Just like the note pressed under the Sorting Hat, there was also a narrow note pressed against the edge of the stone basin.

But this time the content written on it is less than before, only a short sentence:

If you know what it's called, you're eligible to use it. 】

"About... the test of the Prophet's 'Sight'?"

Elena raised her eyebrows with interest, her fingers gently slid over the letters, and said softly with a calm expression.

"Penser... Tamis?"

"Oh no, maybe it should be... Pensieve."

Following her whispers, a flash of brilliance quickly flashed around the stone basin, and the silver light in the stone basin gradually became clear, showing its original appearance.

That streak of silver light seemed to be the moonlight gathered together, circulating in it non-stop, like ripples on the surface of the water in the breeze, and like a cloud that spreads out gracefully and rotates softly.

It is like light that turns into a liquid, and it is like wind that turns into a solid.

Elena, though, knew exactly what it was: the memories of past Hogwarts headmasters.

Needless to say, the Pensieve is arguably one of the most dangerous magical items.

The danger it may bring comes mainly from its unique operating mechanism, rather than the magic hidden in it.

The Pensieve can vividly present the memory, take every detail buried in the subconscious to faithfully reproduce the memory, and then allow the memory owner or others to enter the memory and move in it.

Traditionally, a witch or wizard's Pensieve, like their wand, was buried with a person because it was considered a very personal item.

Unless otherwise requested, any thoughts or memories stored in the Pensieve are buried with the owner.

However, the Hogwarts Pensieve does not belong to any individual, but belongs to the school and its history even predates the establishment of the castle.

It has long been used by successive principals, who have left their life experiences in the form of memories, making it a valuable library for current principals with all kinds of reference data.

With the unlocked Pensieve, the deliberately replaced collection of books, the advice under the Sorting Hat... Dumbledore's compensatory gift naturally came out:

Throughout the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Old Carrot was the compensation for her.

only……

Elena felt a bit of vigilance and confusion in her heart, and looked around to try to find other clues.

Compared to Dumbledore's farewell without saying goodbye, this gift as compensation...isn't it a little too precious?

unless

Elena pulled out her wand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and poked lightly in the flowing Pensieve.

As if the memory woven by moonlight spun rapidly, a hazy white mist floated silently from the center of the rotating liquid surface.

"Well, dear Miss Kaslana, I want to apologize to you about a few things."

Dumbledore's looming shadow appeared, and the gentle, calm voice of the old wizard rang in Elena's ears.

"After much deliberation, I decided to invite Mr. Jose Benitez to the Hogwarts parent-teacher conference."

"...Well, I already know."

Elena snorted softly and muttered in a low voice.

"In addition to that, I've delayed the delivery of the latest advances in werewolf research."

"Scholars from the Salzburg Institute of Magical Injuries and Succubus Island have successfully developed the first werewolf serum."

"Although we still can't reverse the 'crazy wolf disease' condition, we can transform into a new werewolf using serum injections without the help of werewolf bites."

"...Wait, you old guy shouldn't"

Elena was stunned for a few seconds, and a dangerous anger rose in her lake blue eyes.

Combined with Dumbledore's first words, a bad guess quickly poured out of her mind.

"So, if Mr. Jose Benitez arrives at the castle, it means that he has chosen to voluntarily transform into a wolf..."

boom!

Elena slammed the cabinet door shut, trying to suppress the anger that was surging in her heart.

If she continued to stare at the old face, she feared that she might not be able to pull out her wand or destroy the Pensieve with more violence.

"You better pray now, don't let me find you so quickly!"

"Albus Dumbledore!"

Great!