Chapter 73 Deformed Feelings

"Which college are you going to go to?"

In the carriage, after a few people got acquainted, James took the initiative to ask.

Lupin's body was a little weak. He coughed twice and said, "I don't know which academy a person like me can go to."

"A person like you?" Sirius had a smile on his lips. "What kind of person are you? Are you worried about going to Hufflepuff?"

Lupin smiled and said, "I still have this little confidence."

The curvature of Sirius's mouth became wider, and he looked at Tywin again.

"And you?"

Tywin smiled shyly, glanced at James secretly, and said unbelievably, "I... want to go to Gryffindor."

"Another Gryffindor." Sirius shook his head.

Jaime laughed and said, "Tywin will definitely go to Hufflepuff, he's been an idiot since he was a kid.

Let me tell you, Tywin once went swimming with me in the river, was caught by Grindillo, and dragged into the bottom of the river, and finally I rescued him..."

James talked about a lot of embarrassing things about Tywin, and the other two laughed happily.

Being laughed at by the friend he just met, Tywin's face was a little embarrassed, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Soon, the trolley selling snacks came.

James pulled Tywin and ran towards the snack cart, and Sirius followed.

But the picture didn't move, and Lupin was still sitting alone in the car.

William finally knew who this memory belonged to.

Soon, the blur of the scene in the carriage vanished.

William was standing at the long Ravenclaw table, and before them was the candlelit long house table, with rows of engrossed faces beside it.

Professor McGonagall cried, "James Potter!"

James swaggered over to the Sorting Hat and sat down on the stool.

Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on his head, and within a second of the hat touching the black hair, shouted, "Gryffindor!"

William heard Tywin beside him and let out a painful sigh.

Tywin was not assigned to Gryffindor, nor Hufflepuff, but accidentally went to Ravenclaw.

James took off his hat and handed it back to Professor McGonagall, then hurried to the cheering Gryffindor students.

Tywin's eyes were fixed on James, but the boy did not look back at him, but sat beside Sirius and chatted eagerly with him.

There was a glint of jealousy and disappointment in Tywin's eyes.

William frowned, and at this moment, he had an extremely absurd thought:

Professor Tywin stole the Ravenclaw ring, not to resurrect Voldemort, but to resurrect the one who was killed by Voldemort... James Potter!

is it possible? !

"William, I think we should go back." A voice whispered in William's ear.

William was startled, he turned his head, then looked the other side. There was an Albus Dumbledore sitting in the guest seat, watching the students sort out, and he stopped clapping - and there was another Albus Dumbledore, watching him.

"Come on," said Dumbledore beside him, reaching for William's elbow.

William felt himself slowly ascending into the air, Hogwarts was dissipating, and in the blink of an eye there was nothing but darkness.

William felt as if he had flipped a slow-motion somersault, his feet suddenly fell to the ground, the surrounding light was blinding, and he was already in Dumbledore's office.

The stone basin gleamed in the cabinet in front of him, and Dumbledore was standing beside him.

"Professor," William quickly apologized, "I didn't mean to look at these memories—the door was open—"

"It doesn't matter, you'll see this sooner or later," Dumbledore said.

He took the stone basin to the desk, placed it on the smooth surface, then sat down on the chair behind it, beckoning William to sit across from him.

William sat down, staring at the stone basin, still recalling the memory just now.

The contents in the basin returned to a silvery white state, swirling in front of his eyes, with ripples.

"I suppose you already know what this is?" said Dumbledore.

"The Pensieve, Professor."

"Yeah, Pensieve, a very precious alchemy item, um, sometimes I feel like there are too many thoughts and memories jammed into my head, I'm sure you understand that feeling."

William nodded, his head now filled with doubts.

"Then I use the Pensieve," said Dumbledore, pointing to the stone basin, "to suck the extra thoughts out of my head, pour them into this basin, and take a good look when I have time. In this state, It's easier for us to see their shapes and connections to each other."

Sounds a bit like Sherlock Holmes's memory palace.

Dumbledore drew his wand from under his robe and slid the tip into his silver hair, near his temple.

When he pulled out his wand, there seemed to be some hair sticking to the tip of the wand - but William soon discovered that it was actually a small strand of the same silvery white substance as in the basin.

Dumbledore added this new memory to the basin, and William saw Snape's face floating in the basin.

Dumbledore took the Pensieve in his slender hands and turned it like a gold digger turning a sand table.

After a moment, Snape opened his mouth and spoke toward the ceiling, echoing a little.

"Principal, I see myself, but I'm pretty sure that's not me.

The other party smelled of compound decoction. He was injured and wanted to rush into my medicine storage room, but I stopped him... Then, I followed the blood to the door of Ravenclaw's resting place and found Robert who was dead. "

Soon, Snape's face disappeared and he became Minister Fudge.

He angrily stood at the entrance of the school hospital and turned around. After an unknown amount of time, he blushed and said angrily, "A student, a professor died! We used the Flashback Charm and detected the black man in Snape's wand. magic.

I must bring him into Azkaban, no matter what you say, Albus! "

Dumbledore stared at William from above the half-moon mirror, "I was using the Pensieve when you arrived.

Ms. Grey alerted me, and I put it away in a hurry to go to the Ravenclaw lounge, presumably because the door was not closed, and it will naturally attract your attention. "

"I'm sorry." William apologized again.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"As I said, you will be able to watch these sooner or later, for example, look at this paragraph again..."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, pounding the thoughts in the basin with the tip of his staff. Immediately, a human figure rose from the basin. It was Tywin, who was seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tall and thin, with an angry expression on his face.

His legs were still in the basin, not looking at William or Dumbledore.

When he spoke, it echoed like Snape, as if it came from the depths of the stone basin.

"James actually dated Lily Evans, Professor Dumbledore, I'm just a little angry and didn't want to curse that girl.

I mean, I went up to the 4th Star and saw them kissing at Madame Padreffe's tea house, and I couldn't hold back my anger..."

"Professor Dumbledore," William asked in a low voice, looking up at the boy, "Has Professor Tywin always been to James Potter... I mean, like?"

"like?"

Dumbledore repeated these words slowly, he seemed to remember something, and sighed.

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