stonecrandall Chapter 69 The White Demon King Invites You to the Pensieve
Chapter 69 The White Demon King Invites You to the Pensieve
Chapter 70 The White Demon King Invites You to the Pensieve
Picking up where we left off, Harry saw Dumbledore nod in agreement, but a hint of suspicion appeared in his eyes.
Back in first grade, Dumbledore was as slippery as an eel in water; his words were like an old monk chanting scriptures, every sentence profound and mysterious.
I never expected that after I told him last night about the secret dealings between the Malfoys and the Natto family, he would deliver a reply to me at noon today. It was really strange.
Seeing that he was silent and distrustful, Dumbledore felt as if an oilcloth had been wrapped around his heart, making him feel extremely suffocated.
He sighed, "Three months ago, the Ministry of Magic searched for Dark Magic items, and the first place they went to was Malfoy Manor—and I happen to have a few friends working on the investigation committee."
"Harry, I'm more interested in knowing who opened the Chamber of Secrets than you are. Let's forget about last year's unpleasantness, okay?"
Harry believed him only after hearing his sincere words. The murderous aura emanating from his very bones could no longer be contained; it seeped out from his pores, making Fawkes tremble with fear.
Harry and Draco have a long-standing feud, and that scoundrel recently publicly humiliated his stepsister Ginny at Flourish and Blotts. Now that he's presented a golden opportunity to wipe out Draco's entire family, how could Harry possibly let it slip by?
Unable to contain himself, he cupped his hands and exclaimed, "Good professor, when will you command the troops to conquer the Malfoy family? Harry is willing to lead the vanguard, donning armor and wielding weapons, at your command!"
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, Harry, I never said I was going to attack Malfoy Manor..."
"Oh dear! Yes, yes, that Malfoy kid Draco is still at school. That fellow is a real hostage—"
"Harry!"
Dumbledore gave a low shout, opened another drawer, took out a bottle of potion, and poured it down his throat. Once the potion took effect, his headache subsided somewhat.
"Harry, I can't do that."
Seeing his refusal, Harry frowned and said, "I told the professor everything about Dobby's prophetic words and Draco's embarrassing behavior, why won't you believe me?"
"Of course I trust you, Harry," Dumbledore sighed, taking off his glasses. "But we have no proof."
It should be noted that Dobby intercepted the letter and uttered ominous words, yet no one testified; Draco's movements were secretive and full of peculiarities, but ultimately there was no evidence to convict him of any real crime.
Dumbledore explained the reasons in detail, adding, "Also, Harry, only the investigation committee can issue search warrants; that's a regulation of the Ministry of Magic."
Upon hearing these cautious words, Harry felt as if he had seen Lin Chong, the instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards, who possessed the skills to slay dragons but was bound by his own limitations. He felt a foul feeling stuck in his chest.
He slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Rules, rules, what kind of rules are they! The professor has the great power to change the world, what is the Ministry of Magic anyway!"
"That secret chamber is already open; who knows when blood will spill across the school! If those bastards in the Ministry of Magic dare to stand in their way, why not kill them, seize their positions, and act on behalf of Heaven!"
These rebellious words swept through the office like a gust of wind. The portraits on the walls, startled, dropped their quills and parchments, staring in disbelief. It was as if a thunderclap had struck the hall, leaving all the portraits on the walls trembling with fear.
Dumbledore was also taken aback by these words and was speechless for a long time.
Overthrowing the Ministry of Magic—is that something a second-year wizard should be thinking about?
He opened the drawer, took out two more bottles of the same potion, uncorked them, and drank them all before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Harry, your ideas are too radical."
"Ha! If the Ministry of Magic is incompetent and corrupt, tolerating wicked and treacherous officials, then everyone in the world has the right to punish it!"
These words were truly powerful and inspiring, and the principals in the portrait cheered them on.
"Well said, Mr. Potter!"
"Ah, I've taught six classes of students at the school, and none of them have been as charming as you, Harry."
"That's right, those guys at the Ministry of Magic are incredibly stupid."
These portraits were clearly looking for trouble, so Dumbledore waved his wand and made them all face the wall again.
After a long silence, the White Demon King, looking lost and forlorn, said:
"Harry, you're going a bit too far."
"But I used to be even more extreme than you."
Having said that, he got up and walked to a dark cabinet by the wall. He opened the cabinet door, revealing a stone basin.
Harry went to look and saw that the basin was covered with strange characters and symbols, and inside was a silvery substance that was neither water nor air. When he blew on it, it seemed to come alive and began to churn and flow on its own.
He was surprised and thought to himself: How strange! This thing is like light, like wind, like water, yet it can gather and disperse without form, and is unpredictable. Could it be that it is not among the five elements?
Just then, Dumbledore spoke up: "This is the Pensieve. You can pour your extraneous thoughts into the Pensieve and then slowly contemplate them when you have time later."
"In addition, it can also reproduce memories in your mind."
Dumbledore raised his wand and touched the tip to his temple. With a flick of his wrist, several strands of silver thread emerged from the tip of the wand.
He threw all the silver threads into the meditation basin, where they instantly dissolved, shimmering with a faint glow.
"Harry, would you like to see my past?"
Harry, who had been itching to see the Pensieve, immediately bowed and said, "How could I refuse the professor's invitation? But I don't know how to get there."
Dumbledore said softly, "It's simple, just stick your head in the basin."
"Remember, Harry, you are just a passerby; no one can see you."
Harry nodded and did as he was told, lowering his head and immersing himself directly into the basin. He felt a chill penetrate his brain, as if all seven orifices were soaked in cold water.
When I opened my eyes, I was already out of the principal's office. I saw a wooden house next to me, surrounded by grass.
Harry thought to himself: This Pensieve is truly remarkable; it has created a fantastical realm here.
Just then, a young girl with her hair in a bun skipped and hopped over him, passing right through him and heading straight for the wooden house.
"Abus! Abufus! I picked mushrooms outside the village today!"
"Ariana! I told you, stay away from those Muggles!"
"It's okay, I know magic, that's why they can't catch me."
Suddenly the illusion spun around, and when it reappeared, Ariana was curled up on the bed, trembling like a leaf, her eyes dull and lifeless.
"What did they do to Ariana!"
"I'm going to kill those three Muggle brats!"
"Albus, Aberforth, take good care of your sister, and leave the rest to me..."
Then, the illusion changed rapidly, like a revolving lantern, leaving Harry breathless.
"Mom, are we really moving to Godric's Hollow?"
"Are you going to imprison Ariana in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries for the rest of her life?!"
"Your father has entered Azkaban..."
"Ariana can't go to school... What if she becomes an Obscurial..."
The illusion blurred and then solidified, revealing the appearance of a handsome young man who smiled and said, "Your name is Albus? Oh~ my name is Gellert."
"Gellert Grindelwald".
(End of this chapter)