Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

Sirius, who was standing by, heard about the wolfsbane potion and quickly said:

"Headmaster, can you provide Remus with the wolfsbane potion? I saw in a magazine that the potion is very expensive. The money will be on me. I hope you can help Remus."

Dumbledore looked at Douglas and said:

"Is it okay to tell Remus about your plan?"

Douglas thought for a moment and said:

"Let me tell him myself..."

Dumbledore felt so tired. Why was this child so stubborn? Why didn't he want to believe the authenticity of the curse?

Douglas changed the subject:

"Professor, come to the point, what exactly do you want to talk to me about? Are you just trying to inform me that you want to change professors?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said:

"I came to you for another reason. Do you remember our earlier discussion about Voldemort?"

Hearing this, Douglas looked at Sirius beside him.

Sirius was taken aback and said dissatisfiedly:

"Boy, what do you mean? Are you still suspecting that I am Voldemort's lackey?

When we were fighting Voldemort, you didn't even know where you were..."

Douglas looked at Dumbledore and said lightly:

"Professor, I think there are some things he is not suitable to know yet..."

Dumbledore also thought about this matter, especially the speculation that Harry was a Horcrux.

So he said to Sirius:

“I’m sorry, there are some things that Douglas and I agreed on before, and I can’t reveal them to you for the time being.

Of course, this isn't directed at you alone. Before a concrete conclusion is reached, it's not appropriate to disclose it to the outside world..."

Sirius snorted coldly:

"Hmph! I'll go see if Harry's back."

After saying that, he transformed into an Animagus in front of the two of them.

Dumbledore clapped and exclaimed:

"Very nice Animagus transformation. It's hard to believe you accomplished this during your school days."

Sirius opened the door without looking back and walked out.

Douglas thought that if it were Professor McGonagall, she might have dragged Sirius to the Ministry of Magic to register.

After Sirius left, Dumbledore said:

"It seems Sirius hasn't read the article. Maybe he can relate to something."

Douglas smiled; he didn't have any copies of The Quibbler at home for Sirius to read.

Then Dumbledore said seriously:

“Based on the content of that article, I followed my own ideas and found some clues.

Of course, thanks also to Bob Ogden, who worked at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement decades ago and is now in declining health, for sharing some of the memories I had to work hard to persuade him to share.

You don’t have a Pensieve here, so I won’t show it to you. If you’re interested, I can lend you the Pensieve in the principal’s office when you have the chance to return to school…”

Chapter 167 I Want to Release the Snake into the Forbidden Forest

Douglas coughed lightly and interrupted Dumbledore and said:

"Professor, I have a Pensieve..."

This time it was Dumbledore's turn to be a little surprised. Although the Pensieve was not unique, it was not something that ordinary wizards could own.

Especially for Muggle-born wizards, it is almost impossible to possess it, unless they buy it from the black market or rob graves...

Because it is cast with the magic of reproducing memories, it can faithfully reproduce any details stored in the subconscious mind, and no matter whether the owner of the memory or others, they can enter those memories and walk around in them, which is very dangerous for most people.

Generally, only powerful wizards would choose to use a Pensieve and collect it as a very private item.

So most Pensieves are buried with their owners, just like their wands, when they die. But some Pensieves are passed down from generation to generation by wizards, carrying their memories.

Not to mention others, even Dumbledore's Pensieve is an heirloom of the Hogwarts headmaster.

Douglas certainly knew the dangers of the Pensieve, so after he bought it from the system mall, he only extracted some unimportant memories for experiments and did not place any private memories in it.

After all, there is a naughty kid who comes to the house every day. It would be very troublesome if he accidentally sees something.

Although he didn't want to use the Pensieve to view his own memories, he could view the memories of others.

So he diligently took the Pensieve from the study cupboard, placed it before Dumbledore, and asked:

"So Professor, are you bringing Bob Ogden's memories with you?"

Dumbledore said nothing. He looked at the clean Pensieve and asked:

"Douglas, you wouldn't use the Pensieve to cook anything, would you?"

Douglas cleared his throat awkwardly and said:

"I didn't deliberately use it to make delicious food. After all, it's too precious...

Well, when I poured my memories into it, it felt like a bowl of soup, and I just wanted to try to see if I could make a soup out of my memories.

I once heard that there is a kind of eight-tear soup, which is composed of one drop of fresh tear, two cents of old tears, three parts of bitter tears, four cups of regretful tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of separation tears, and finally sad tears. It is a soup that can forget memories, and its taste is sweeter and more fragrant than the forgetfulness potion made with the water of the Forgetful River.

So I wanted to try to use the seven memories of joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire, combined with the properties of the Pensieve, to see if I could create a soup of the richness of life, so that with just one sip I could experience all the flavors of life."

Dumbledore asked with great interest:

"and then?"

Douglas said regretfully:

"Then I discovered that heating the Pensieve would destroy its inherent runes, so I wanted to research whether a heating rune could be added..."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Douglas's research would succeed, and then someone would use his Pensieve to check his memories and end up falling into the hot soup...

No wonder Snape said Douglas had gone astray in his potion studies. Dumbledore shook his head and said:

“I may disappoint you, but I don’t have any memories of old Ogden with me today, so I plan to invite you to come with me in person.

I hope to use your ability to find some clues in that place."

Douglas thought about it seriously. Dumbledore should have discovered the location of a Horcrux, but he really couldn't remember which one it was.

So he left a note for Dobby and Sirius, and then set off with Dumbledore.

Through Apparition, the two suddenly appeared in front of a hillside, surrounded by various tall bushes. If you don't look carefully, it is difficult to find that there used to be a path for people to walk in front of the hillside.

Behind them was the village of Little Hangleton. Standing on a higher ground, he could clearly see the village cemetery. It suddenly occurred to him that Voldemort's father was most likely buried there.

Dumbledore cleared a path with his wand and said with emotion:

"There used to be a fence here, prohibiting Muggles from entering, but under the erosion of time, nothing is left... Time crushes everything, and everything ages under the power of time, and is forgotten in the passage of time."

Douglas continued:

"Time is not passing, it is only us that are passing. Perhaps Voldemort created the Horcruxes to ensure that his own life would not pass away."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Douglas deeply and said seriously:

"Any price to resist the passage of life is not something a mortal can bear, even the most powerful wizard."

Douglas's mouth twitched. What's the point of saying this to me? I'm not Voldemort. Any of the resources in my pocket are ten thousand times more powerful than Voldemort's Horcruxes...

Along the way, Douglas saw what the descendants of Slytherin were like. Although no one had lived in the Gaunt family for decades, the snakes here were still very active.

But unfortunately, these snakes are all ordinary species. Come to think of it, after the Ministry of Magic captured Voldemort's uncle Morfin Gaunt, they should have cleared out some magical snake species.

Along the way, when Douglas saw some blind snakes that attacked actively, he showed his superb snake-catching skills and put those delicious snakes into his bag.

No one has taken care of this place for decades, and weeds and shrubs are intertwined. Even Dumbledore could only rely on his memory to barely find a direction to move forward.

At last they came to a halt before a dark forest, thick with leaves and pitch black.

Douglas knew at a glance that these trees were definitely hundreds of years old.

Dumbledore signaled Douglas to draw his wand, because they were close to the Gaunt house, and no one knew what kind of traps those cruel people would set up in the woods.

The two men moved carefully in the woods, where all kinds of snakes were climbing on the branches.

Soon Douglas saw a half-hidden house through the gaps in the trees in front of him.

Because no one took care of it, most of the house and its walls had collapsed. The rafters on the roof had broken because there was no tiles to protect it, and most of the house had collapsed.

There were dense and messy nettles growing around the house. Perhaps sensing the arrival of strangers, all kinds of poisonous snakes came out of the dilapidated house and began to spit at the two people.

Douglas looked at Dumbledore and saw the old man looking at him with a smile, and he immediately understood.

He pulled Dumbledore slowly back, and as they retreated, the poisonous snakes swarmed towards them.

And a bunch of heads popped out from the trees behind him.

Douglas used the Shield Charm to protect both of them, and Dumbledore stood by and let him cast the spell.

Douglas then drew out his wand and used the Thunderbolt Spell again. After studying the thunder magic from another world for a period of time, Douglas had modified the Thunderbolt Spell so that he could summon lightning out of thin air without using the principles of the weather spell, and he could control the size of the lightning himself.

At his call, thunder and lightning lasted for three minutes, covering the entire courtyard of Gaunt's old house.

Dumbledore, standing by, noticed that the snakes were not dead, but merely stunned by the lightning, while the snakes in the trees behind them had already retreated.

Not only that, Dumbledore also noticed that there was a scent of dark magic in several places in the Gaunt mansion. It was obvious that the protective magic that had previously concealed these dark magics was destroyed by Douglas' lightning.

"It's very powerful lightning magic. I can feel a strong positive energy coming from it.

Isn't this the same magic that destroyed Tom's diary?"

Douglas looked at the snakes all over the ground and nodded. It was unclear whether he was answering Dumbledore or was very satisfied with the results of his magic.

Then Dumbledore saw Douglas take out a small cage. This cage was originally prepared for Peter Pettigrew, but he didn't expect it to be used here first.

He opened the cage and shouted to the group of snakes still unconscious on the ground:

"Snake, come to the cage!"

The snakes were seen flying towards the cage in Douglas's hand. It was obvious that an infinite stretching spell was being cast inside.

Otherwise it would be impossible to accommodate hundreds of large snakes.

Dumbledore asked curiously:

"Douglas, didn't you catch some snakes before? Why did you catch so many? Aren't you tired of eating them like this?"

Douglas looked at the snake in the cage with satisfaction and said:

"These snakes are not for eating. I heard from Hagrid that there are fewer and fewer snakes in the Forbidden Forest, which has seriously affected the ecological balance of the Forbidden Forest. So I plan to release these snakes into the Forbidden Forest."

If Dumbledore hadn't seen Douglas's glowing eyes, he would have believed him.

Chapter 168 Magic Radar

The two then focused their attention on places that showed the presence of dark magic.

After some exploration, Douglas discovered that these black magics were not very powerful. After breaking them, he only found a few empty cellars. He sighed with regret:

"The Gaunt family has truly fallen on hard times. I thought there would be some treasure hidden beneath all this dark magic, but there's nothing."

Dumbledore looked at the last place that had not been explored yet. Because the aura of dark magic there was the weakest, they put it last.

As he walked towards that place, he explained:

"No matter how old a family is, it will decline if it doesn't know how to manage it. Centuries ago, the Gaunt family relied on selling off their ancestral property to survive, so naturally, they wouldn't leave behind anything valuable."

Suddenly Dumbledore stopped and motioned Douglas to stay where he was and not to follow him.

Then he pointed at the ground with his wand with a serious expression and whispered something in a strange language.

Douglas also drew his wand. Although he couldn't hear what spell Dumbledore was chanting, he could tell from the syllables that it was an ancient runic language.

He had already guessed that perhaps that was where Voldemort hid the ring.