It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 77 Dumbledore's Memory

Dumbledore was in his office, thinking about something while looking at a document on the table.

In addition to the headmaster of Hogwarts, he has many slash identities.

For example, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, the president of the International Federation of Wizards, and so on.

Therefore, he not only has to deal with Hogwarts' official affairs, but also puts more energy on things that have nothing to do with Hogwarts.

Seeing Sherlock walk in, he raised his head, put down the quill in his hand, and smiled at him.

"Would you like some dessert for afternoon tea?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a small pile of cookies and two cups of steaming black tea suddenly appeared on an empty silver plate on the desk.

"Thank you, Professor, but I just came back from afternoon tea with Professor Sprout and the others at the Three Broomsticks."

Sherlock sat down across from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore picked up his teacup and asked as if he was listening.

"So since you didn't come to have afternoon tea with me, what's the point of coming to see me?"

Without unnecessary politeness or beating around the bush, Sherlock directly stated his intention for coming.

"It's about the attacks that have been happening in the castle since the beginning of this semester, professor."

"Oh? What did you find?"

"Things in the school have been leaked outside, and I heard a rumor in the bar today that I don't know if it's true or not, so I came here to find you to confirm its authenticity."

Sherlock's face was serious, and his serious attitude could be heard from his voice.

After Dumbledore picked up his teacup and put it back again after hearing his words, he asked softly.

"So the content of this rumor is"

"The Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was opened 50 years ago, and Hagrid was fired at that time."

Sherlock said calmly, he didn't question Hagrid's meaning in his words, he just wanted to ask Dumbledore to verify this matter.

After listening to Sherlock's words, Dumbledore did not remain silent or wanted to hide anything, he nodded very flatly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter in Hogwarts, which student got into a fight again today.

"That's right, the rumor is true. It was indeed 50 years ago. At that time, I was not the headmaster of Hogwarts. Although I really wanted to stop them from pouring that dirty water on Hagrid, I couldn't." Powerless, we can only let him stay in school first, so as not to be homeless."

"So, was the Chamber of Secrets really opened? Was Hagrid implicated?"

Sherlock frowned. He didn't expect that the Chamber of Secrets would involve three timelines, the ancient times when the Big Four created Hogwarts, 50 years ago, and now.

This time Dumbledore did not reply to Sherlock immediately, but quietly watched him fall into a short thought.

Sherlock didn't bother him, waiting for him to think.

After a while, Dumbledore stood up from his chair as if he was about to make a decision.

"Since you already know these words, are you interested in seeing what happened back then?"

His blue eyes were clear and bright, inviting Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded without hesitating for long, indicating that he really wanted to know what happened at that time.

Dumbledore took out a basin that seemed to be made of stone from the cabinet in his office, and placed it on the desk.

Afterwards, he aimed his wand at his temple, twirling the wand gently, pulling out a silver thread of light from his mind as if he was spinning, dragged it, and put it into the stone basin.

"The Pensieve of Hogwarts, I sometimes pull out my thoughts and put them here to organize them so that I can see more things clearly. Now, it also allows us to review the past events."

As he spoke, he looked at Sherlock and guided him to speak.

"You can put your face in the basin."

Sherlock walked into the Pensieve, looked at the silver shards of light floating in it, bent down, and slowly buried his face in it.

The next moment, there was a feeling of weightlessness falling from the sky, but soon his feet stepped on the solid ground again.

The surrounding darkness dissipated, and Sherlock found himself outside the corridor of Hogwarts.

The sky outside did not know when it became dark, only the torches hanging on the old mottled walls illuminated the surrounding space.

After a while, Dumbledore also fell beside Sherlock.

Seeing the surroundings in Hogwarts, but completely inconsistent with the previous environment, Sherlock took a breath of ancient air and asked.

"Is this Hogwarts 50 years ago?."

"To be exact, it was Hogwarts 50 years ago in my memory." Dumbledore said softly.

As soon as his words fell, a tall wizard with auburn flowing long hair and beard, who looked a little like Dumbledore, passed by them.

Dumbledore motioned to Sherlock, and they followed the wizard together.

"This is you when you were young?" Sherlock said with surprise in his tone.

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"That's right, I was just a Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts at that time."

Then Sherlock didn't ask any more questions, and they followed the young version of Dumbledore all the way to the foyer on the first floor.

Here, a handsome boy with a prefect badge on his chest happened to meet the young Dumbledore, and he greeted the male student.

"What are you doing, Tom, wandering around so late?"

The boy named Tom was very composed, he replied.

"I was going to see the headmaster just now, sir."

"Okay, go to bed." Young Dumbledore stared at Tom with the same penetrating gaze he had when he was older, "Don't hang out in the castle these days, since it has happened "

He shook his head with a sigh, and didn't continue speaking, but Sherlock heard the metaphor in his words.

"The attack has already happened at this time, and some students died because of it?" Sherlock asked Dumbledore beside him in a deep voice.

Dumbledore also nodded heavily.

"Yes, at this time Hogwarts has already begun to plan to close the school."

While they were talking, young Dumbledore had said goodnight to the student named Tom, and the two parted.

But at this time Dumbledore grabbed Sherlock's arm, and instead of continuing to follow his young self, he stood in front of the hall and explained to him.

"Because this is my memory, we have no way of seeing what happened to other people who I wasn't there at the time. But soon you will see the final result."

Not long after Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a violent explosion under their feet, in the Hogwarts dungeon!
(End of this chapter)