A friendly day at Hogwarts

Accompanied by an emotionless and cold tone, dazzling green light suddenly surged out from the tip of the stick and shot directly at the boy in the crib.

Against the backdrop of the green light, a cruel smile appeared on that cold, snake-like face.

However, even he himself did not expect that a sudden change would occur in the next second.

The moment the Killing Curse hit, an inexplicable burst of magic burst out from little Harry, swallowing up the green light with a devastating momentum. The powerful magic directly swept through the entire room, including the location of Voldemort.

The picture seemed to freeze for a moment, and then collapsed in a breath.

Under Voldemort's horrified and dazed gaze, he watched his body break into countless pieces like a broken glass.

Glenn was just a spectator of this memory. He could neither feel the invisible magic fluctuations nor be affected at all. He could only see Voldemort's body shattering without warning, leaving only a wisp of black smoke-like broken soul.

Although he couldn't feel Remnant Soul's mood at this moment, he could still make a rough guess.

Shock, fear, horror...

With only a remnant of his soul left, Voldemort barely hesitated, and immediately fled like a bereaved dog in a panic, without knowing where he was going.

However, what he didn't notice was that when the magic power was rewinding, a small and insignificant lump was removed from the black smoke and melted back into the baby's body.

Under Glenn's gaze, a faint red light appeared on little Harry's forehead, imprinting it into a lightning-shaped scar.

The scenes in front of him slowly merged and dissipated little by little, and the baby's cry gradually became distant.

"That's pretty much it, Glenn."

In the darkness, Glenn seemed to hear Dumbledore's old, soft voice.

He felt strength coming from his shoulders, and a pair of warm hands exerted slight force, as if pulling him over and turning him over.

My feet touched solid ground again, and the light returned to my eyes.Glenn stretched out his hand to block the sunlight coming in from the window and frowned slightly.

"It's normal to feel uncomfortable when using a pensieve for the first time." Dumbledore said with a smile as he watched him return to normal.

He pulled the silver thread with his wand and put it back into the glass bottle again.The substance in the pensieve returned to its silvery white state, rotating slightly and rippling.

"This must be the scene when Harry defeated Voldemort for the first time." Glenn said, "But I'm more curious as to why you have this memory."

Dumbledore put the glass bottle back on the shelf above the pensieve and said with a smile, "Memory is a very magical thing. You may find that as you grow older, many memories will gradually fade away or even lose their impression completely. But It will not be erased by time, but will gradually hide in the depths of your mind. Of course, this also includes those things you saw before you became sensible."

"Before I became sensible..." Glenn savored Dumbledore's words and showed a sudden look on his face, "You mean, this memory comes from Harry?"

"Yes, although little Harry could not remember it at the time, it does not prevent this scene from remaining in his mind." Dumbledore said with satisfaction, "Speaking of which, have you seen anything from this memory? What?"

Glenn recalled a little and said: "If I read it correctly, when Voldemort's body dissipated and only his soul was left, the sacrificial amulet on Harry seemed to tear off a fragment of the soul and leave it on Harry."

"Your observation is very accurate," Dumbledore nodded, "Do you know what this means?"

"Are you saying that Harry has become one of Voldemort's Horcruxes..." Glenn hesitated and asked.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his expression a little more serious.

"This is exactly what I have been guessing all along, and Harry's specialness over the past year or so has just confirmed my guess."

"If that's the case, doesn't it mean that if we want to completely eradicate Voldemort, we must first..." Glenn asked knowingly, but deliberately pretended to be surprised and hesitant.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and abruptly changed the subject.

"You should have taken a divination class this year, right?"

"Ah?" Glenn was stunned, then nodded.

Dumbledore smiled softly and asked again: "I would like to hear your opinion about Professor Trelawney."

Glenn suddenly realized that he probably guessed Dumbledore's intention.

"If you look at the teaching level, please forgive me for being unreasonable, Professor. I think Professor Trelawney is not very suitable for teaching and educating people. Compared to the position of professor, I think she is more like..."

He did not mention the prophecy Trelawney had made about himself, but he spoke frankly from the perspective of teaching level.

"If you want to say the word charlatan..." Dumbledore smiled, "then I think you and Professor McGonagall should have a lot in common on this point."

Glenn smiled and changed the topic: "But since you allowed her to be a professor at Hogwarts for so long, there is obviously a very important reason, isn't it?"

"I have to say, Glenn, you're so easy to talk to."

Dumbledore smiled and raised his wand, put it against his temple, gently pulled out a silver thread of memory, and gently shook it into the pensieve.

Silver threads like spider silk floated in the Pensieve, spinning slowly.

"As for that reason, after reading this memory, I think you can naturally understand it."

Glenn leaned over again and buried his face in the basin.

After falling into the darkness for a moment, the foggy color combination in front of him changed, turning into a somewhat dirty and dilapidated room. There was a huge, smoky crystal ball on the table in the middle.

There were figures on each side of the table, one of them was Dumbledore, and the opposite was Sybill Trelawney.

She looks 30 years old, a bit younger than her current appearance, and her clothes are obviously much shabbier, but she still looks like a "big shiny insect" and wears a pair of round glasses with thick bottoms. Glasses, beads hanging around neck.It can be seen from her thin clothes and the balled tulle shawl on her shoulders that her financial situation is not very optimistic.

Dumbledore looked at her quietly, listening to her ramble on about boring knowledge about prophecies.Although he seemed to have no interest in it, he listened to her politely and patiently before standing up slowly.

"Thank you very much for your willingness to serve at Hogwarts to teach the children these magical... divination knowledge." He said with a gentle smile on his face, "I will consider you carefully. We will inform you of the result of your application in writing later.”