Chapter 72 Pensieve

William had lunch and dinner at the office, but Dumbledore had not returned.

He put down a copy of "Today's Transfiguration", walked a few laps, did the ninth set of radio gymnastics in the principal's office, and moved his body.

Those principals squinted again, trying to learn one or two body-forging techniques from the Eastern Continent.

The most popular is Tai Chi. Just now, several principals complained that the frame was too small and could not stretch their bodies.

William didn't understand, where did this group of portraits get so much energy, and how boring it was.

William leaned against the window, a small wind was blowing, and the whole castle seemed to be quiet.

The night is so beautiful.

He found that the view of Hogwarts was the best from here, except for the towers of the Ravenclaw common room.

It is a pity that Dumbledore will not retire for many years, otherwise William would want to apply for the position of headmaster and inherit this office.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

The Auror, who had been standing guard at the school gate, also left.

Of course, judging from the Marauder's map, Dumbledore and Snape also disappeared, exactly like yesterday.

William was so bored that he walked around twice before returning to his chair.

Suddenly, he found a silver light flickering in the glass box. He turned back to look for the source of the light, and found that the door of a black cabinet behind him was not closed properly, and a bright silver light was showing from it.

William hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked over, pulling open the cabinet door. ?

In the cupboard was a shallow stone basin with oddly shaped carvings at the mouth of which William recognised runes and other alchemical symbols.

But he did not recognize the meaning of these fonts.

Ancient Runes was an elective that only started in the third grade, and he hadn't learned it to that extent.

The silver light came from what was in the basin. It was like a bright piece of silver, but it was constantly flowing, rippling like the surface of water in the breeze, and spreading and swirling gracefully like clouds.

William looked down and thought he would see the bottom of the stone basin - but under the surface of the mysterious substance was a carriage, and he seemed to be looking into the carriage through a circular skylight.

William brought his face closer, his nose an inch from the glassy substance.

He saw several little wizards sitting in the carriage, as if arguing about something.

William recognized it as the Hogwarts train.

William continued to bow his head. He seemed to see the young Professor Snape... It was too easy to recognize, and his temperament was almost the same as when he was an adult.

William couldn't see what was going on in the corner. He moved closer, and the tip of his nose touched the surface of the strange substance.

Dumbledore's office suddenly fell over - William's body dashed forward and fell head down into the pot.

But his hair didn't hit the pelvic floor. He fell in a icy black mass, as if being sucked into a black vortex.

Suddenly, William found himself sitting on a bench in the carriage at the bottom of the basin, with the dirty sound of the train in his ears.

William knew what it was, he had seen it in some kind of alchemy science book.

- Pensieve.

A very precious and rare alchemical item that can be used to view memories.

But this was not Dumbledore's memory, but the memory of a little wizard in the carriage.

At this moment, the group of noisy boys was talking, and only one girl was sitting in the corner by the window, her face against the window pane.

Moments later, young Snapla opened the door of the carriage and sat opposite the girl. The girl glanced at him, then turned her head to look out the window, she kept crying.

"I don't want to talk to you." Her voice was tight.

"why?"

"Penny, she hates, hates me. Because we read her letter to Dumbledore."

"so what?"

She looked at him with utter disgust.

"She's my sister!"

"She's just a—" He shuts up quickly, and the girl doesn't notice what he's saying, eager to wipe away her tears.

"But, Lily, we're going!" he said excitedly, "just like that, we're going to Hogwarts!"

She nodded, wiped her eyes, and forced a smile no matter what.

"You'd better get into Slytherin!" said Snape, encouraged that she was in a better mood.

"Slytherin House?"

In the carriage, there was a boy who had no interest in Snape and Lily at all until he heard the word and turned his eyes away.

It was a boy with brunette hair, a bit like Snape, but there was a pampered look on his face that Snape would never have.

"Who wants to go to Slytherin? I think I'd better get out of here, won't you?" the dark-haired boy asked the boy lounging across from him with a smile.

But the man did not laugh.

"My whole family is from Slytherin," he said.

"Oh!" said the black-haired boy, "I think you must be too!"

The man grinned.

"Maybe I'll break this tradition. If you had to choose, which college would you like to go to?"

The black-haired boy drew his sword out of thin air.

"Gryffindor, the house of warriors! Just like my dad!"

Snape snorted with a little contempt. The dark-haired boy turned to look at him.

"Do you think anything is wrong?"

"No," Snape said, though his little sneer was clearly not what he meant, "as long as you're willing to be a slick and simple-minded..."

"Then which college do you want to go to? It looks like you have a simple mind and a weak mind." The boy next to him interjected.

The black-haired boy laughed, Lily stood up, blushed even more, and looked at the two of them in disgust.

"Come on, Severus, let's find another carriage."

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh……"

The two boys imitated her arrogant tone, the dark-haired boy trying to trip Snape as he passed him.

"See you later, Snotling!" a voice called, and the door slammed shut.

But the scene didn't go away.

This shows that the memory does not come from Professor Snape and the girl named Lily.

The black-haired boy said, "Get to know me. My name is James Potter. Just call me James. How about you?"

"My name is Sirius Black."

The two shook hands.

William was stunned, this was actually the father of the famous Harry Potter, and the other was the betrayal in Hagrid's mouth.

"How about you?" James asked the other children.

A boy in rags and a pale face said, "My name is Remus Lupin, just call me Remus."

The teenager next to James was about to speak, when James put his arms around him and smiled, "His name is Tywin, and he's my friend."

Tai Win's face was blushing, and he was a little bit resistant and a little bit happy about this kind of intimacy.

Only then did William notice that Professor Tywin, as Hagrid said, was really ordinary when he was a child.

Whether it is appearance or temperament, it has undergone earth-shaking changes since growing up, and there is no such calmness that always wears a smile.

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