After a moment suspended in midair, Su Er's feet touched the soft carpet again, and light returned to his eyes. He could not help frowning.
"It takes a little getting used to the first time you use a Pensieve." Dumbledore's aged, gentle voice sounded beside his ear. He smiled as he watched Su Er return to normal.
Then Dumbledore picked up his wand and gave it a slight turn above the Pensieve. As though drawn by something, the silver threads wound around the wand, and Dumbledore put them back into the glass bottle.
The Pensieve returned to the state Su Er had first seen-a silvery-white substance, like both mist and liquid, swirling in the shallow basin with faint ripples.
Dumbledore led Su Er back into the Headmaster's Office, where soft, warm yellow lamplight replaced the shimmering, cold white light. He returned the glass bottle to the shelf and closed the cabinet doors as usual.
"Was that a prophecy Professor Trelawney made before?" Su Er asked curiously.
"Yes." Dumbledore nodded with a smile. "Did you notice anything in that memory, Su Er?"
Su Er pondered for a while before tentatively speaking.
"The Champion in Professor Trelawney's prophecy was Harry?"
"I'd like to hear how you arrived at that conclusion." Dumbledore neither nodded nor denied it. Instead, he smiled and snapped his fingers. A silver tray bearing a glass of pumpkin juice appeared on the low table before them, and he gestured for Su Er to enjoy it.
Su Er reached for the pumpkin juice, took a sip, and continued.
"In Professor Trelawney's prophecy, the Champion who could kill the Dark Lord would be born at the end of July to a family that had defeated the Dark Lord three times. I'm not quite sure whether Harry's parents met that condition, but