The Pensieve

"Thoughts?" This reminded Harry of the Smoke Bomb. "Is this the same as Ron's invention?"

"In terms of effect, it is more similar to Skywalker Cinema."

It's about letting you, as a third party, enter into the scenes of my past memories.

"It's different from Ron's feeling of being connected to him." Dumbledore smiled. "However, I'm not here to see a movie."

Instead, it's about drawing out the unnecessary thoughts from your mind.

While relaxing, you can also pour your thoughts into this basin and take a good look at it when you have time.

You know, it's easier to see their shapes and the connections between them in this state.

"What are you referring to as tricks and Horcrux?"

"We'll need it all." Dumbledore drew his wand.

The Pensieve Accio toward him and landed steadily on the table.

Then he used the tip of the stick to pound the thoughts in the basin.

A human figure immediately rose from the basin. It was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old with long, reddish-brown hair.

However, his nose was still intact, and his legs were still standing in the basin.

It's a young Dumbledore!

This youthful version of Dumbledore glance at Harry and Professor Dumbledore.

He held the wand in a very strange posture, shouting, "Protego Maxima!"

The chanting echoed, as if it were coming from deep within the stone basin.

"If it's just a trick, today I'll teach you the unique hand gesture for holding a wand, the magic that applies to it, and how to use it in a real fight." He stared at Harry from above his half-moon lenses. "It's really useful in a duel."

I remember it was in seventh grade when I won the Barnabus Finkley Award for Outstanding Spellcasting with it.

Dumbledore stirred the thoughts in the basin again, and the young version of Dumbledore sank down, turning the basin back into an opaque, silvery-white liquid.

"However, if it's related to Horcrux, I'll show you some memories associated with them." Dumbledore said this as he pierced the tip of his staff into his silver hair, near his temple.

When he pulled out the wand, there seemed to be some hair-thin, silvery-white substance, like the one in the basin, stuck to the tip of the wand, and he added it to the basin.

Harry was surprised to find a familiar house in front of him.

That's where he's going next April. The dilapidated old Gaunt House.

"This should actually be Bob Ogden's memory."

He used to work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

However, he wasn't very willing to provide it to me.

They just showed it to me.

"So this is the memory of Mr. Ogden's memory that you see."

"Do you know where this is?" Harry stammered.

He is very nervous right now.

He was worried that Dumbledore might add some extra classes in the days to come.

Harry only wanted to go to Gaunt House by himself.

Hidden there is Horcrux Voldemort from a ring.

The ring is inlaid with the legendary Resurrection Stone.

Harry's goal.

"You guessed right, Harry."

This house belongs to Gaunt.

I mentioned it before.

It is Voldemort's mother clan.

The bloodline he truly acknowledged.

These memories are those of Ogden's visit to the House of Gaunt years ago.

Voldemort's mother, uncle, and grandfather appeared in the story.

"Even his father, whom he doesn't want to acknowledge," Dumbledore said calmly, looking at the spinning house in the basin.

In the Ravenclaw common room, Ron, Neville, Draco, and Ginny surrounded Harry as he returned.

"Why don't you choose to look at your memories? Isn't that related to Voldemort's Horcrux?"

"Maybe there's a Horcrux there—hmm, at that Gaunt House!" Ron seemed very excited.

"Yes, and the mysterious descendants of Slytherin. They must all be very noble and elegant." Draco couldn't help but admire them.

With thick grime tangled in his thick hair and a mouthful of crooked, yellow teeth, Morfin Gaunt was deeply moved.

With his broad shoulders, overly long arms, and a wrinkled, old face resembling that of an old monkey, Marvolo Gaunt was moved to tears when someone praised their nobility.

The only one who could be considered clean-cut, with straight hair, average looks, and eyes that stared in opposite directions like her brother, Merope Gaunt, was trying to find where her elegance lay.

"Shut up, Ron!" Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he glared at Ron.

How did Ron guess it so quickly?

"I still think the gestures Dumbledore taught are more interesting."

I've heard of the Barnabus Finkley Award for Outstanding Spellcasting.

It is an award with a very high threshold; if there is no wizard worthy of the award, it would rather not be established.

It demands a high level of age from the wizard and innovativeness in the gestures. Neville offered a contrasting opinion.

"Harry's decision is the most correct one; he can choose either one." Ginny is naturally the one who is so unprincipled and almost entirely centered on Harry's opinion.

She gazed at Harry with deep affection, practically pressing herself against him.

Harry could only manage a 'painful' smile and 'helplessly' went to hug Ginny.

He quickly picked up where Ginny left off, saying, "Ginny is absolutely right."

I think this choice was undoubtedly the right one.

Think about it, I'll be able to see those memories sooner or later.

Watching the young Dumbledore learn more advanced spellcasting skills is undoubtedly even more worthwhile.

How much better it would have been to make them your own sooner.

Draco nodded dejectedly. Then he looked at Harry and said, "You must tell me about the mysterious House of Gaunt after you've seen them."

Those are descendants of Slytherin!

Even the Slytherin branch established a very prestigious magic school in the Americas — Ilvermorny.

The direct descendants of Slytherin must be even more extraordinary.

Gaunt hasn't attended Hogwarts for centuries.

They were reportedly all homeschooled.

Perhaps Voldemort acquired his profound magical knowledge from Gaunt, which is why he became the Dark Lord who dominated the entire Europe Wizarding World.

As for Ron, he belatedly said, "Why do you want me to shut up?"

Did I say something wrong?

Why am I, Draco, Neville, Ginny the only one who needs to shut up?

While Harry was racking his brains for an excuse, Ginny chimed in, "Isn't it obvious?"

Although we have magic cast around us.

To prevent others from hearing our conversation.

But that's no excuse for you to keep talking about Horcrux.

This is Ravenclaw, the school of the intelligent.

Perhaps someone will be able to bypass our magic and hear our voices.

In addition, he also knows about Horcrux.

Ron looked around seriously, then put on a very understanding expression.

"This is indeed my fault."

I almost forgot, the students here are all very smart.

Unlike in Slytherin, Gryffindor, or the Hufflepuff Common Room, you don't have to pay attention to anything there.

You should know that Ravenclaw, Harry, a smart and outstanding student, is here!

My bad!