BXBX NOVEL Chapter 676: The Pensieve
Chapter 676: The Pensieve
“Prejudiced?!” said Fudge in disapproval, “countless histories of the past tell us …”
“Can we wrap up this discussion?!” growled Moody suddenly.
“Yes, yes, let’s go down to the grounds, then,” said Fudge impatiently, waving his hand.
“No, it’s not that,” said Moody, “it’s just that Mason and Potter want a word with you, Dumbledore. They’re just outside the door.”
The next second, the door of the office opened.
Evan and Harry walked inside and saw Cornelius Fudge standing beside Dumbledore’s desk. He was wearing his usual pinstriped cloak and holding his lime-green bowler hat.
On the wall, all previous headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts were asleep, their chests rising and falling gently.
But in fact they were eavesdropping, and Evan saw the old man closest to him suddenly open his eyes and then close them immediately.
It was Phineas, Sirius’s great-grandfather, and the least popular headmaster in Hogwarts history.
“Evan, Harry, long time no see!” said Fudge jovially, moving forward. “How are you?”
He was very kind now, and he was not at all embarrassed by what he said about Evan just now.
“Come on, kids, we were just talking about Mr. Crouch’s appearance on the grounds last night,” said Fudge. “Evan, you were there, weren’t you? I heard you had a fight with someone. Who do you think it was? “
Evan looked around the room, and saw Dumbledore looking at him with a smile.
Half a step behind Fudge, Moody’s eyes were also fixed on him, with a serious expression on his face.
One of his hands was hidden under his robes, and Evan was sure he was holding his wand tightly.
If he said anything against him, Barty Crouch Jr. would immediately fight back and run away.
It was obviously unwise to fight Dumbledore, but it was still possible to hijack the Minister of Magic.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Minister. It was too dark in the forest at that time. I couldn’t see the man clearly,” said Evan. “He should not be a person from the school. He might have followed Mr. Crouch and left with him. It was not Madame Maxime, I’m sure. It’s not easy for her to hide so well, is it?”
“Yeah, you’re right!” Fudge seemed a little embarrassed and troubled.
That said, Crouch was indeed hunted down, which was really bad news.
“We’re about to go for a short walk on the grounds to make a judgment …” said Fudge.
“No problem!” Dumbledore said calmly. “Evan and Harry, you can wait for me here. Our examination of the grounds will not take long. By the way, Sirius will be here in a while; you can help me receive him.”
After Dumbledore had spoken, the three trooped out in silence past Evan and Harry and closed the door. After a minute or so, Evan and Harry heard the clunks of Moody’s wooden leg growing fainter in the corridor below.
“Hope they can find something!” said Harry, looking around. “Why is Sirius coming here?”
“In order to investigate this matter, look for the lost Crouch and protect Fudge while at it!” Evan replied, “But I dare say, Harry, he is worried about you. In addition to such a big thing in school, he must be worried to death. “
In particular, Sirius also knew the truth of the matter from Evan, adding to his worries.
If Dumbledore hadn’t stopped him, he would have rushed to Hogwarts long ago, and he could just take this opportunity…
They sat for a while. Evan studied the interesting alchemy instruments on Dumbledore’s desk. He didn’t know the usefulness of these things before, but now he could feel their beauty and operation principle.
Dumbledore was also a master of Alchemy. He was not only a friend of Nicolas Flamel, but also a partner.
The twelve uses of Dragon Blood were quite remarkable.
One of them was a myth that long-term use of dragon blood and bathing with dragon blood would enhance cell vitality enough to turn one immortal.
So, were Caresius and Elaine immortal?!!
Then, Evan thought of Dumbledore again. Now that he had achieved this, what kind of existence he was now.
It should be very easy to achieve immortality with Dumbledore’s strength.
While Evan was studying those alchemy instruments, Harry stood up and walked around.
“Hello Fawkes,” he said.
Fawkes, Professor Dumbledore’s phoenix, was standing on his golden perch beside the door. The size of a swan, with magnificent scarlet-and-gold plumage, he swished his long tail and blinked benignly at Harry.
Harry circled around Dumbledore’s office. For several minutes, he watched the old headmasters and headmistresses snoozing in their frames, thinking about what he had just heard, and running his fingers over his scar. It had stopped hurting now.
Sirius was coming soon, with Evan beside him, in Dumbledore’s office, and knowing he would shortly be telling him about the dream, Harry felt much calmer, and his nervous mood gradually relaxed.
He looked up at the walls behind the desk. The patched and ragged Sorting Hat was standing on a shelf. A glass case next to it held a magnificent silver sword with large rubies set into the hilt.
This was the sword that Harry had pulled out of the Sorting Hat in his second year and used it to kill the basilisk.
It had once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, founder of the Gryffindor House. In the last term, Harry had also tried to win the challenge Gryffindor had left in the Centaurs’ colony, but he failed. Fortunately, Evan passed the challenge.
Harry was gazing at the sword when he noticed a patch of silvery light on the glass case.
He looked around for the source of the light and saw a sliver of silver-white shining brightly from within a black cabinet behind him, whose door had not been closed properly.
Harry hesitated, walked over and opened the cabinet door. Inside was a shallow, large stone basin.
“What is this?” Harry wondered.
“This is a Pensieve, a very top-notch alchemy product!” Evan’s voice suddenly sounded, “Harry, you’ve really found an amazing thing.”
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