Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

It was the sword that Harry had pulled out of the Sorting Hat in his second year and killed the Basilisk with it.

It used to belong to Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor College. In the last semester, Harry also tried to challenge the challenge left by Gryffindor in the centaur tribe, but he failed. Passed the challenge in Aven.

Harry stared at the sword, and the next moment he saw a silvery glint in the glass case.

He turned back to look for the source of the light, and found that the door of a black cabinet behind him was not closed properly, and a bright silver light was shining from inside.

Harry hesitated for a moment, walked over and opened the door of the cupboard. Inside was a shallow stone basin, which was very large.

"What is this?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"This is a Pensieve, a top-notch alchemy product!" Ivan's voice suddenly sounded, "Harry, you really found something amazing."

Chapter 677 Memory in the Pensieve

"What's a Pensieve?" Harry asked curiously.

He saw a shallow stone basin in the front cabinet, with strange carvings on the mouth of the basin: letters and symbols he didn't know were all on it, and the silver light came from the things in the basin.

It is unclear whether these silver lights are liquid or gas.

If you want to describe it, it is like a piece of bright silver, but it is constantly flowing, like the ripples on the surface of water in the breeze, and it is like a cloud that spreads out and rotates softly. It is like light that has melted into liquid. , like a solidified wind...

Harry suddenly had an idea to touch it, to see how it would feel.

But nearly four years in the wizarding world had taught him that it was foolish to dip one's hand into a basin full of unknown objects.

So, he turned his head and looked at Ivan, who must know what this thing is for.

"To put it simply, the Pensieve is an alchemical artifact used to preserve thoughts and memories in the mind." Noticing Harry's gaze, Ivan explained, "As long as the memory is put in it, we can use it to re-embody That memory, in an immersive way, the people who appear in the memory will not find the experiencer exists..."

While explaining to Harry, he stroked the Pensieve gently, and looked carefully at the huge stone basin in front of him.

Compared with the method of use, Ivan is more curious about the production principle of this thing.

After studying for a while, he had to give up, it was too complicated, and this Pensieve was far from being as simple as it looked.

Unless Dumbledore allows Ivan to shred this thing, nothing can be seen from the outside.

"This stone basin can actually preserve and reproduce memories!" After listening to Ivan's explanation, Harry sighed, "It's incredible!"

"It's really incredible!" Ivan nodded.

"Then what are the letters on it for?" Harry continued to ask, and came closer.

"If you take the ancient magic text class, you will know that this is a rune, a type of ancient rune, which is frequently used in alchemy." Ai Wen said, "As for the complex symbols around the rune It is a magic rune, which can gather and transmit magic power, and I have not seen this arrangement before."

Harry nodded half-understanding, and couldn't help asking, "Ivan, what are these strange silver things?"

"It's memory!" Ivan said, and tapped the silver object in the Pensieve with his wand.

His wand entered it, and the silver object spun rapidly, becoming more transparent, like glass.

It was put in by Dumbledore, who must have been using it before taking the memory away.

"Memory!" Harry paused for a moment, then continued, "But..."

"Come on, let's go in and take a look, and you'll understand everything!" Ivan said, holding Harry's right hand directly.

"What?!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

In the next second, he was dragged into the stone basin by Ai Wen, and his head went down into it.

The scene in front of him was changing rapidly, and Dumbledore's office suddenly fell over.

Harry found that his hair did not hit the pelvic floor as expected, but entered a strange world.

He fell in a piece of icy black matter, as if being sucked into a black vortex...

Then he saw clearly that it was a dimly lit room.

Harry thought it might be underground, as there were no windows, just torches on wall brackets like Hogwarts, and he saw rows of wizards sitting on stepped benches all around, and the room was In the center stood an empty chair.

The chair had a foreboding look because of the chains wrapped around the armrests, as if they were used to bind people.

At this moment, he and Ivan were sitting on a bench at the top of the room at the bottom of the basin, which was higher than the other stools.

He looked up at the high stone ceiling for the circular skylight, but all he saw was dark, solid stone.

The surrounding scene made Harry feel that this place was more like a dungeon.

There was a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no pictures or decorations on the walls, only the dense rows of benches on all sides, arranged in steps, and the chained handle could be clearly seen from all the seats. chair.

What the hell is going on, how did they suddenly come to this place? !

Harry was puzzled for a while, but fortunately Ivan was still by his side, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.

"Evan, what is this place?!" Harry asked in a low voice, his voice sounded strange.

"Didn't I just say that the Pensieve is a prop used to re-experience memories, and we are in it now, in a memory." Ivan said, sitting next to Harry, looking around with great interest .

This is the special courtroom of the Ministry of Magic, where the Wizengamot tried the most heinous Dark wizards.

In a small room behind this, there is the only door key to the wizard prison of Azkaban.

He had been here before, but at that time the courtroom was restricted, far less shocking than it looks now.

In this room, around Ivan and Harry, there are at least two hundred wizards sitting.

They all looked solemn, dressed in ancient and exquisite costumes mainly in dark tones, giving people an invisible pressure.

"So we are in a memory now, whose memory is it?" Harry continued to ask softly, his breathing was tense and rapid, he looked around, and then he couldn't help but screamed, the scream echoed in the quiet room echo.

Because he found that the person next to him was Albus Dumbledore.

"Obviously, this is Dumbledore's memory!" Ivan said, "We are in his memory at the moment, do you remember my previous explanation about the Pensieve? People have noticed, and there is no way to change the things in it, it's just a memory, it belongs to Dumbledore's memory."

Harry nodded, although he had prepared himself, it was still too unbelievable.

But that was the case, because none of the wizards around seemed to hear Harry's fright.

They looked solemn, and they all stared nervously at the far corner of the room, where there was a door.

The same is true for Dumbledore, who didn't move or speak, let alone Ivan and Harry.

Harry hesitated, raised his right hand suspiciously, and waved it vigorously in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't blink, didn't turn to look at Harry, he didn't move.

As Ivan said, this is just a memory, not the actual world.

Chapter 678 The Trial of Karkaroff

Shortly after Ivan and Harry came in, they heard footsteps.

The door at the corner of the dungeon opened, and three people walked in.

More precisely, at least one of them was human, held hostage by two dementors.

The icy feel of the dementors is so real, you can't help but forget that it's just in memory.

Unpleasant thoughts echoed in Ivan's mind, and he saw that Harry was also pale, looking at the dementor in horror.

In fact, under the influence of the dementor, everyone around seems a little timid.

The two dementors, two tall monsters with hooded faces, walked slowly towards the armchair in the center of the room, their rotting dead hands clutching the arm of the man in the middle, who looked like he was about to faint fall down!

They put him in a chained chair and walked slowly out of the room, closing the door behind them.

The chains on the arm of the chair glowed suddenly golden, and then snaked around his arms and bound him there.

The man raised his head in panic, and Ivan recognized that it was Karkaroff.

Unlike the silver-haired Dumbledore, Karkaroff looked much younger, with dark hair and beard.

Instead of a smooth fur coat, he was shivering in a thin, torn robe.

"Is this the picture of Karkaroff being tried?!" Ivan stared at the young Karkaroff on the chair with great interest.

For this guy, he was more interested in how many Death Eaters he had betrayed to be free.

"Igor Karkaroff!" Mr. Crouch, who was sitting in the middle of the room, stood up.

His hair is also black, his face is much less wrinkled than now, and he looks energetic.

This time should be the most glorious time for Crouch. Voldemort failed to escape, and his tough attitude towards dark wizards helped him win the hearts of the people in the war that just ended. Everything is going in a good direction. wave……

Who would have thought that everything would change just a few months later.

"Karkaroff, you were brought out of Azkaban to testify to the Ministry of Magic." Crouch said solemnly, waving his hand, "You told us that you have important information to report to us."

Karkaroff stood as straight as he could, and he was strapped tightly to the chair.

"Yes, sir!" Although his voice was full of fear, he could still hear the familiar oily tone, "I would like to serve the Ministry of Magic. I know that the Ministry of Magic is hunting for the remnants of the Dark Lord. Assist you..."

For this statement, Dumbledore did not respond, expressionless.

Mad-Eye Moody, sitting next to him, narrowed his eyes tightly in intense disgust.

Of course, his appearance is also different from now.

At this time, he has no magic eyes, only a pair of ordinary eyes, and there are not so many scars on his face.

"Hmph, Crouch is going to let him go!" Moody whispered to Dumbledore. "He made a deal with him. It took me six months to catch him, but now as long as he can provide Name a lot of others and Crouch will let him go. Let's get his intel, I say, before throwing him back in the Dementors."

Dumbledore let out a disapproving sound from his long hooked nose.

"Ah, I forgot, you don't like dementors, do you, Albus?" Moody asked with a sarcastic smile.

"Yes!" Dumbledore said calmly, "I don't like it. I always feel that it is wrong for the Ministry of Magic to get involved with these monsters. We will suffer sooner or later, and let those monsters guard the dark wizard. Besides, it is very Inhumane, even if..."

"They deserve it the most, scum like this..." Moody said in disgust, "It is said that this guy's family is very powerful in the Nordic region, and it seems to be in collusion with the local vampires, dark wizards and pure dark creatures! "

"About those vampires, has there been any movement recently?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"No, they've been completely silent lately after that man disappeared, and I've had no trouble capturing Karkaroff! That's very wrong, I don't know if you have any sources in that area, but as far as I know Observe..." Moody suddenly lowered his voice and whispered something close to Dumbledore's ear.

Ivan moved closer, trying to hear what he was saying.

But Moody finished speaking soon, and Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, he just nodded.

As the trial continued, Crouch began asking questions.

"Karkaroff, you say you know some names!" he snapped. "Please tell us."

"Okay, but you have to know." Karkaroff said hastily, "That mysterious man has always acted very secretly. He wants us, I mean his henchmen, and I deeply regret that I used to be with them..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Moody said mockingly, raising his voice.

"We never knew the names of all our accomplices, only he knew who we were..."

"That's a smart move, isn't it, to keep people like you from selling 'em all out," grumbled Moody.

"Didn't you say you knew some names?" said Mr. Crouch in a flat voice.

"I, yes!" said Karkaroff breathlessly. "Please note that they are very important followers. I have seen them follow his orders with my own eyes, and I provide this information to prove that I am completely consistent with the He made a clean break and confessed..."

"Say their names?!" snapped Mr. Crouch.

Karkaroff took a deep breath and made up his mind.

"There was Antonin Dolohov. I saw him torture countless Muggles and people who didn't support the Dark Lord."

"You helped him too!" muttered Moody.

"We've arrested Dolokhov!" said Crouch, "shortly after you were arrested."

"Really?!" Karkaroff widened his eyes, "I-I'm very happy!"

But he didn't look happy, and the news hit him hard.

Because one of the names in his hand is useless, his chips are a little less.

"Is there anything else?" Crouch asked coldly.

"Ah, and Rozier!" Karkaroff said hastily, "Evan Rozier."

"Rozier is dead," Crouch said. "He was also caught shortly after you, and he was killed in the struggle, not wanting to let him go."

"Took a little of my stuff too," Moody whispered.

Ivan and Harry turned to look at him, and he was pointing to the missing piece of his nose to show Dumbledore.