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Chapter 321 Recalling the Memory
Dumbledore took Harry back to the headmaster's office.

Grindelwald, who was sitting behind his desk reading a book, looked up and smiled at Dumbledore and Harry.

He was not wearing a cloak, his silver hair was neatly combed behind his head, and his sky-blue eyes were twinkling.

"Albus, did the operation go smoothly?"

"It's hard to say." Dumbledore turned to Harry and formally introduced him: "Harry, this is my close friend, Gellert."

"Hello, Mr. Gellert." Harry greeted politely.

"Hello, Harry." Grindelwald stood up and gave a standard gentleman's greeting.

He looked at Dumbledore and asked, "What's the matter? How can I help you?"

Harry could even hear a hint of fondness and worry in his tone.

But Dumbledore didn't react much. He must have been used to the way Grindelwald spoke.

"Gellert, you need to help me check to see if there are any signs that my memory has been altered."

Dumbledore hurriedly took out a stone basin filled with water from the locker beside the wall, and then continued:

"Just one last check on Harry."

Grindelwald's expression became serious. He took out his wand from his pocket, and the soft light in his eyes condensed into ice. "Is it a Horcrux?"

Dumbledore nodded silently, then waved at Harry and said, "Harry, this is the Pensieve that can read the memories in our brains."

"We have to cooperate with Gellert, Harry."

"Professor Quirrell's reminder makes me wonder whether the Gaunt ring is really destroyed."

"Don't worry, Gellert is a hundred times better than me in terms of memory. His examination of us may be more comfortable than a honey and cream massage."

"I've never had this kind of massage." Harry tilted his head, looking puzzled. "What does it feel like?"

Grindelwald coughed dryly, and Dumbledore finally reacted and quickly added: "It feels like taking a bubble bath."

Harry looked at the two old men with red faces, and his heart twitched slightly.

The two of them were having quite a blast, the scene was simply unimaginable.

"Okay, Albus." After all, Grindelwald was the dominant party back then, and he was the first to adjust his mentality.

He rolled up his sleeves and said, "You go first."

"Harry, you may watch. It will help you in your future practice of Occlumency and Legilimency."

"Yes, Mr. Gellert." Harry stepped forward, getting closer to Grindelwald.

"Mr. Gellert, if you were to consider running for the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts, I would vote for you."

"I am very happy with your compliment, Harry." Grindelwald smiled, then refused apologetically: "For some reasons, I cannot appear in front of public figures."

"Are you afraid that people still have misunderstandings? You shouldn't be so stubborn as to think that wizards are born to rule the world, right?"

"Mr. Gellert Grindelwald."

As Harry spoke, he looked at the Pensieve. The calm surface of the water seemed to be disturbed by the changes in Grindelwald and Dumbledore's expressions.

"Harry, how did you know that?" Dumbledore asked in astonishment.

"Wait until Mr. Gellert checks our memories, and you will understand, my reckless headmaster."

Grindelwald tilted his head slightly and stared at Dumbledore quietly with a serious look in his eyes.

Dumbledore also realized that something must have happened to Harry and himself when he was unconscious at the Gaunt mansion.

He took off his hat, put his face close to the Pensieve, and urged, "Gellert, start."

Grindelwald immediately pointed his wand at Dumbledore's temple, his lips moved silently, and then a little blue light appeared between his wand and the roots of Dumbledore's hair.

Grindelwald gently raised his wand, as if picking up an invisible thread.

The moment the wand moved away, the blue light at the roots of Dumbledore's hair, like a snake finding its mate, poked its head out from Dumbledore's skin, dancing its dark blue body to chase the tip of the wand.

After leaving Dumbledore's body, these beautiful threads calmed down again, like the tentacles of a jellyfish, quietly hanging down. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Grindelwald said to Harry, who had been watching him, "But it's also dangerous."

He shook his hand, and the threads were thrown into the meditation basin.

"If a person with a weak will rashly accepts the memories of others, especially the memories of a powerful wizard like Albus."

Grindelwald had no idea what he was thinking of, and a mocking look appeared on his face. "At the very least, he will be in a coma, at the worst, he will be demented or even brain dead."

"Every master of Legilimency only reads but does not store, even though they all know that it is better to actually experience the memory of wizards casting spells and doing experiments."

"I understand, Mr. Gellert." Harry nodded seriously.

Harry would still respect those who were willing to give him advice.

This naturally does not include the 'overly cautious' Dumbledore.

The water in the Pensieve quickly dissolved Dumbledore's memory threads. Grindelwald took a deep breath, held his breath, and buried his face in the water of the Pensieve.

Summon the members of the Order of the Phoenix, listen to Quirrell's advice and divide the troops, arrive at the Gaunt old house, expel Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and find the Gaunt ring...

Grindelwald immersed himself in Dumbledore's memory, judging the authenticity of the memory from both his own and Dumbledore's perspectives.

"Mr. Principal, aren't you worried about Mr. Gellert?"

"Harry." Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with infinite trust in his eyes. "He is the master among masters in the field of Legilimency."

"Also, the special liquid in the Pensieve will protect the mind of anyone who searches for the memory."

Harry nodded and asked no more questions, instead examining the runes and strange symbols carved into the rim of the Pensieve.

He recognized all these ancient and magical written symbols.

He also knows what function each sign plays.

Among the trading items in the chat group, there were several identical pots lying there in plain sight, and they seemed to be less valuable than the pots in the flower market.

Those were all alchemical products made by Russell himself.

Of course, there are also some unexpected alchemical products.

For example, there is a dirty talk basin that can spray trash words, a parrot basin that can only imitate human speech, and an evil ghost basin that can tempt and eat human brains...

These things sold very well in the black market of the wizarding world, and the gold Galleons that Harry rewarded to the Death Eaters were all earned from them.

This is the third time Grindelwald has experienced Dumbledore's memories before he fell into a coma.

The memories here seem to have come to an abrupt end.

When a normal person falls into a coma, he or she will have some memory of sounds or smells in the dark.

But Dumbledore's memory seemed to be cut off with scissors the moment he fell into a coma.

Grindelwald placed his hands on the edge of the Pensieve, straining his body to pull his head outward.

The water in the basin seemed to be like glue, slowly falling off his skin, as if it was going to tear off a piece of Grindelwald's skin.

However, the Pensieve ultimately failed.

Grindelwald adjusted his hair slightly and said, "Albus, there is indeed something wrong with your memory."

Dumbledore's face changed, and he was about to speak, but Grindelwald stopped him with his hand.

"But I need to look through Harry's memories first. There may be things here that you cannot know, Albus."

Grindelwald looked at Harry and asked, "Am I right, Harry?"

"Wise and thoughtful, Mr. Gellert." Harry looked directly into Grindelwald's slightly glowing eyes, and his telekinesis did not prevent him from reading his current thoughts.

"You'll understand everything once you see it."

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)