For Children Who Could Still Find Their Way Back

Snape pursed his lips, offering no rebuttal.

In fact, Dumbledore was not wrong; when Voldemort returns, he may indeed do such a thing.

Besides Snape's friendship with Lucius and the respect shown by Draco, the fact that he could weaken Voldemort's advantage upon his return was also a reason why Snape did not object.

Seeing the thoughtful look in Snape's eyes, Dumbledore continued leisurely, "Severus, you don't really need to say anything..."

"Just bring Dobby back to the manor, and I think Mr. Malfoy... will consider it carefully and make the right choice, won't he?"

Snape stared at Dobby, who was still moving, without saying a word.

Dumbledore paced back and forth in his study. "In fact... he's already made his choice, otherwise he wouldn't have instructed Mr. Draco Malfoy to take the initiative, would he?"

"As for me, I'll just play the role of a senile old man... and let our dear Wizet the Dark Lord... take advantage of my misfortune while I'm in the Blind Spot at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's smile widened. "I'm suddenly a little scared... Our Dark Lord Wizet might ask me out alone someday, and then there'll be a flash of green light..."

"Want to die?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Only after we've killed Voldemort! Even if it means soaking you in Potions, I'll keep you alive!"

Dumbledore chimed in, "I hope it can be made a little sweeter... It would be terrible to soak it in Potions that's too spicy and bitter!"

"Heh!" Snape responded to Dumbledore with two cold laughs.

The memory changed again, and this time Dobby appeared in Lucius's bedroom.

Dobby didn't dare linger there. He simply took the robe Lucius had worn during the day and hurriedly left the bedroom.

He turned his robe inside out, meticulously searching every pocket, his expression growing increasingly anxious as he muttered, "It's gone! It's gone!"

"The owner must have sent it away... It's going back to Hogwarts! Harry Potter is in danger! I have to do something! I have to do something!"

Dumbledore looked at Dobby, "He's looking for something, and maybe it's the magical item that can summon the Basilisk."

"If it can be easily put in a pocket and transferred to someone else... then this magical item should be a small object..."

"A notebook?" Snape said, frowning.

"Oh? You've met him before?" Dumbledore, somewhat surprised.

"I don't know the specific purpose, it was just a casual handover..." Snape frowned as he recalled, "It seems to be a meeting about Harold Minchum..."

"Harold Minchum?" Dumbledore recalled something. "Could it be that retaliatory attack that caused Harold Minchum's prestige to plummet, leading to his resignation as Minister of Magic?"

"It must have been that time." Snape nodded. "After the meeting, the Dark Lord said that after dealing with Harold Minchum, the next step was Hogwarts."

Dumbledore, "How did Voldemort react to the notebook matter? Was he taking it seriously... or rather casually?"

Snape for a moment, trying to make the details in his memory clearer. "It was pretty casual. He just said not to lose it, because it could endanger the safety of Hogwarts and damage your prestige."

"Is that so?" Dumbledore, then turned his attention back to Dobby.

Dobby put the robe back in the bedroom, then went to the fireplace, picked up the fire tongs, and began to beat himself to punish himself for offending his master...

After another dizzying spin, Dumbledore and Snape left Dobby's memory, their consciousness returning to the Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore stared blankly at the Phoenix Fawkes, who looked even older and seemed ready to rise from the ashes at any moment.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Severus, what happens to Lucius is none of my concern. But for children who can still see the error of their ways..."

Snape narrowed his eyes and rudely interrupted Dumbledore, "Are you atoning for your past?"

"Perhaps? I will still make some progress..." Dumbledore sighed softly, "Once Voldemort returns, we may fall into a familiar period of chaos."

"There will always be some Slytherin ... who will inevitably fall into contradictions... Severus, you should know who I'm talking about..."

Snape's face darkened. "Now you think you were wrong?"

Dumbledore noncommittal, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two Lemon Sherbet. "You can go back and think about it. As I said... all you need to do is bring Dobby back to the manor."

When offered the Lemon Sherbet, Snape didn't take it. He merely glanced at Dobby in the corner and left the Headmaster's Office without hesitation.

Watching Snape's departing figure, Dumbledore stroked his beard and carefully unwrapped the Lemon Sherbet candy.

He popped the Lemon Sherbet into his mouth, raised his wand and pointed it at the Pensieve, picking up the Memory Thread from Dobby.

"Using emotions as a 'fulcrum'... to leverage memories." He murmured softly, "What a brilliant idea..."

"Wizet, you haven't disappointed me. I really can learn some very interesting magical techniques from Lockhart."

"Since emotions can serve as a 'fulcrum,' can memory itself also serve as a fulcrum to modify memories?"

"Perhaps it's worth a try..." He gently shook the silver Memory Thread, focusing his attention on the corner.

As a corridor that everyone had to pass through, the changes in the handwriting quickly caught the students' attention.

Ravenclaw primarily comment on the text content, and some even transcribe sentences and try to compare them with previous text based on memory to see what changes were made.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were just there for the spectacle, and also wanted to find out who had altered the handwriting.

The atmosphere in Slytherin was subtle. Many Slytherin were also watching the show with a sense of anticipation, but they were Gryffindor.

The Slytherin awaited the appearance of a true "Heir" to prove that the "Chamber of Secrets" also existed.

Pansy gripped the quill tightly, her mind still filled with the altered handwriting.

She wrote in her diary, pressing harder than usual, leaving extremely messy handwriting. "Riddle, I feel Slytherin has been insulted, and we have been looked down upon!"

Pansy, we should hurry up... and finish making that notebook... so we can humiliate them properly, right?

"Yes! I'll do it as soon as possible!" Pansy continued writing in her diary. "The House-elf will be bringing the materials soon, just you wait!"