Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Katie went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries the second day.

In fact, at this time, the news that she was cursed had spread throughout the school, but the details were not clear to everyone, except for Harry, Ron, Hermione and Lini, no one seemed to know Katie I am not the intended target of the necklace.

"Oh, of course Malfoy knows it too."

Harry said to Ron and Hermione, but did not receive any response because Hermione heard Harry mention "Malfoy is "Death Eater" thought, I had to continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Malfoy is Death Eater of course. Hermione knows this very well, but the facts belong to the facts. If everyone doesn't believe it, no matter how facts are, it is useless.

Dumbledore has no idea where he went.

Harry even wondered if he could rush back to give him lessons on Monday night. This problem has bothered him for a few days. On the other side, Hermione also began to gradually reduce the number of Q&As with Jon. After all, Jon is also very Busy, I was able to take a moment to meet with her because he had something to do in school recently, and the past few days, things have begun to come to an end.

Hogg, the fusion of the school’s castle and the magic net, is coming to an end.

This is obviously more important.

Because he did not receive the cancellation notice, Harry still showed up outside Dumbledore's office at eight o'clock in the evening.

He knocked gently on the door, and thankfully, there was a voice inviting him in.

Dumbledore sat there, looking very tired, his hand was still burnt and dry as before, but with a smile on his face, he motioned for Harry to sit down.

The meditation basin is once again placed on the table, projecting a few silver spots on the ceiling.

"You were very busy during the time I was out," Dumbledore said, "You saw Katie with your own eyes."

"Yes, sir, with my own eyes. What happened to her?"

"The situation is still very bad, but she is relatively lucky.

It seems that she just touched the necklace with a small piece of skin, because she There is a small hole in her glove.

If she wears the necklace around her neck, or just picks it up with her hands without gloves, she will die, maybe on the spot.

Fortunately, Professor Snape has a good way to prevent the rapid spread of the curse—"

"Why is it him?" Harry asked immediately, and he had a conditioned reaction to the word Snape: "Why not Madam Pomfrey?"

"It's rude."

A soft voice came from a portrait on the wall, Phineas · Nigellus · Black-this Sirius The great-grandfather of Zeng seemed to fall asleep on his arm just now. It happened to lift the head at this moment: "I think back then, I didn't allow a student to object to Hogwarts' management method."

"Yes, thank you, Phineas."

Dumbledore said quietly, and then explained to Harry: "Snape has much more knowledge about dark magic than Madam Pomfrey.

Moreover, the staff of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries are reporting to me every hour. I believe Katie will hope to recover completely soon."

"Where are you going this weekend Now, sir?"

Harry asked. He knew he was a little unsatisfied, but he took it away. Phineas Nigellus obviously thought Harry was too much, and lightly hissed.

"I don't want to say it yet," Dumbledore said, "but I will tell you in due course in the future."

After all, I don’t have any clues yet, it’s not that simple. When these things were done, Dumbledore obviously wouldn't choose to say it directly.

"Will it?"

"Yes, I think it will."

Dumbledore said, taking out a silver one from his robe The new bottle of white memory, poke with wand, pull out the cork.

"Sir," Harry said hesitantly, "I saw Mundugus in Hogsmeade Village."

"Ah, yeah, I know, actually I have discovered Mundugus. Don’t take your inheritance seriously, and often take advantage of a crisis for personal gain."

Dumbledore Weiwei frowned said: "Since you talked to him outside the Three Broomsticks Inn, he I hide it. I think he dare not see me, but don’t worry, he will never steal what Sirius left behind."

"That mean old bastard actually Dare to steal the ancestral relics of the Black family?" Phineas Nigellus said angrily, and then strode out of the frame, undoubtedly visiting his portrait at 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Professor,"

After a short pause, Harry cautiously probed: "Did Professor McGonagall tell you what I said to Katie after her injury? It was about Draco. ·Malfoy’s..."

"Yes, she told me your doubts."

"So--"

"Anything in Katie Anyone who is suspected of the accident must be investigated thoroughly."

Dumbledore doesn’t take this matter seriously, just a perfunctory sentence: "But Harry, what I care about now It's our class."

Harry felt a little annoyed by this.

Since their class is so important, why is there such a long time between the first class and the second class?

However, instead of saying anything about Draco Malfoy, he watched Dumbledore pour the new memories into the penis basin, then lifted the stone basin with his slender hands and turned it gently.

"About Voldemort's early experience, I think you must still remember it.

Last time we talked about that handsome muggle-Tom Riddle abandoned his witch wife Mero Pu, returned to his hometown in Little Hangleton Village.

Mero Pu stayed alone in London, carrying the child who would become Voldemort in his belly."

"How do you know Where is she in London, sir?"

"Because of the evidence provided by Karaktakus Bock."

Dumbledore said, "It's a coincidence that he helped establish The shop in China is the one that sells the necklace we are talking about."

He shook the contents of the Pendant Basin, like a gold digger sifting gold. Harry had seen him do this before.

The silhouette of a Little Old Man emerges among the constantly rotating silver white objects. He slowly rotates in the meditation basin, pale like a ghost, but more textured than ghost, his The hair is very thick and covers the eyes completely.

"We got it under very special circumstances. It was brought by a young witch before Christmas. Speaking of which has been a matter of many years ago.

She said she was in urgent need of money, which was very obvious, because at the time she was ragged and haggard... and she was pregnant.

She said that the locket used to belong to Slytherin.

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Oh, we hear such nonsense all day long.

But I took a closer look and found that there was a Slytherin mark on the locket. I read a few simple spells to figure it out. The truth.

That thing is invaluable.

The woman doesn’t seem to know how valuable it is. She only sold ten Galleons and was satisfied. That was the best we did. A good deal!"

Dumbledore shook the Pensieve very hard, and Karaktacus returned to the place where he appeared just now, sinking into the revolving memory.

"He only gave her ten Galleons?"

"Karaktacus is not a generous person."

Dumbledore said calmly "In this way, we know that Meropu was alone in London in the later stages of her pregnancy, desperately in need of money, and had to sell her only valuable thing-the locket, which is also a family heirloom that Marvolo cherishes very much."

"But she can do magic! She can get food and everything for herself through magic, can't she?"

"Maybe she can.

But I think—I’m guessing again, but I believe I’m right—I think Meropu no longer uses magic after being abandoned by her husband.

She probably doesn’t want to Let’s do another witch. Of course, there is another possibility. Her unrequited love and the resulting despair have greatly weakened her strength.

Such things will happen. …In short, you will see later that Meropu would not even hold up the wand to save his life."

"Is she not even willing to survive for her son?"

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Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry somewhat unexpectedly.

"Could it be that you actually sympathized with Voldemort?"

"No," Harry said hurriedly, "But Mero is a choice, isn't it, unlike my mother — —"

"Your mother can also be chosen."

Dumbledore said gently: "It's just that she chose to face it bravely, in order to protect you, and Merop Riddle chose Death.

Although there is a son who needs her, don’t beg her to blame, Harry.

The long-term painful torture made her very fragile, and she has never had your mother. That kind of courage.

Okay, now please stand up..."

"Where are we going?"

"This time, we are going to enter me Memory.

I think you will find that it is not only vivid in details, but also accurate."

Harry leaned down toward the meditation basin, his face plunged into the cold basin. Memories, and then he fell again in the dark... A few seconds later, his feet stepped on solid ground, he opened his eyes and found him and Dumbledore standing on a busy old-fashioned street in London.

"That's me."

Dumbledore pointed to the silhouette of a tall man in front and said cheerfully that the man was crossing the road in front of a horse-drawn milk cart.

This young Albus · Dumbledore has long hair and long beard auburn. When he came to this side of the road, he walked forward along the sidewalk in large strides, the elegant piece on him The purple-red velvet suit attracted many curious eyes.

"What a beautiful dress, sir."

Harry blurted out without thinking, Dumbledore just laughed softly.

They followed the young Dumbledore not too far away, and finally through a large iron gate into a bare yard.

Behind the courtyard is a square, gloomy old-fashioned building, all around surrounded by high railings. He walked up the steps leading to the front door, knocked on the door, and after a while, A sloppy girl in an apron opened the door.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole, I think, she is the manager here?"

"oh?"

The girl was confused and looked at Dumbledore's quirky outfit with a sharp gaze: "Um... wait a minute... Mrs. Cole!"