Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

Young Alexis sat on the chair opposite the table, opened the drawer and rummaged through Dumbledore's hidden snacks, complaining dissatisfiedly.

"He couldn't even pronounce my name correctly. He kept calling me Alex!"

"Alex! Haha!" Dumbledore didn't know what he was playing with and laughed when he heard the words. "This name is interesting, isn't it?"

"It sounds awful!"

"Yeah, Alex~"

"I told you, don't call me Alex!"

Alexis frowned and said seriously.

Only then does Dumbledore enter the picture.

During the entire process, Alexis was burying her head in the drawer, rummaging through Dumbledore's hidden snacks, without looking at Dumbledore.

"You think Alex sounds good, why didn't you name me Alex from the beginning."

Alexis muttered dissatisfiedly, found a box of sizzling honey candies, shook it at Dumbledore proudly, then stuffed it into her pocket under Dumbledore's painful gaze, and continued to rummage. .

"I don't like this title, to be honest..."

The sound gradually faded away, and the picture began to blur.

Soon everything became clear again.

"I'm furious!"

Alexis angrily sat down opposite Dumbledore and pounded the table angrily.

"Ahhhh~~~"

He swung his arms and legs wildly, sweeping the information on Dumbledore's desk flying all over the place.

Even so, he was still upset and actually pulled out his wand.

"Wingardim Leviosa"

Alexis waved her wand randomly, throwing out levitation spells one after another. Tables, papers and other objects in the room flew around in a mess. Even the hat on Dumbledore's head almost flew away. Fortunately, Dumbledore had quick eyes and quick hands. He reached out and held down the hat in time.

"All petrochemical"

Alexis flicked her wand, and a petrifying spell hit a floating chair with perfect accuracy, and the chair fell to the ground with a thud.

"passed out"

Several sheets of paper were hit and unresponsive.

"Smashed to pieces!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

The paper didn't respond to "fainting", which angered Alexis. He stood up and threw a series of smashing spells into the sky, and the objects floating in the sky were immediately blown to pieces.

"Hahaha!" Alexis seemed to be very satisfied with the results he had caused, and laughed.

As he laughed, he flicked the wand in his hand, throwing away spells one after another.

Dumbledore sat beside him, holding his hat with one hand, looking at Alexis with eyes full of doting and helplessness.

Suddenly, Dumbledore's expression changed.

"stop!"

He stood up suddenly, raised his hand, and a picture frame flew into his hand.At the same time, a shattering curse flew out against the edge of the picture frame, hit the ceiling, and exploded into a cloud of stone powder.

Dumbledore held the portrait frame in his hand, and no movement was seen from him. The wand in the hand of Alexis, who was still mad at the side, suddenly flew out and fell into Dumbledore's hand.

"Dumbledore!"

Alexis yelled at Dumbledore, her nostrils flaring with anger.

Dumbledore ignored him and waved his wand to restore everything to its original state.Finally, I picked up the picture frame on the table and looked at it. Inside was an old man, patting his chest to relieve the shock.

"Phineas."

Dumbledore spoke before the portrait. He nodded towards the portrait, smiled apologetically, and hung the portrait back in its place.

Alexis was yelling from the side all the time. Seeing that Dumbledore ignored her, she started to rush over, hugged and kicked Dumbledore.

"Alexis." Dumbledore held down Alexis' arm, he was always careful, as if he was afraid of hurting Alexis.

"You can't hurt them." Dumbledore said seriously. "I have said it many times."

Alexis opened his mouth and babbled, and syllables of unknown meaning popped out of his mouth one after another, giving Dumbledore a headache.

"You really hate Slughorn?"

Dumbledore asked.

"He keeps calling me by the wrong name!"

Alexis shouted

"He also looks down on my good friend Lupin."

"He must know Lupin's life experience."

"What's your background?"

"No, nothing."

"Anyway, he just looks down on people. He is very respectful to me, and he is also very kind to James and Black. But for Lupin, he seems to not see Lupin, as if Lupine is a Thestral."

"How about you fire him? I hate him. He looks down on my good friend."

Dumbledore thought for a while, then whispered in Alexis's ear

"If you really hate him..."

The sound gradually became smaller and farther away, and the picture was once again covered with gauze, rapidly shrinking, shrinking...

call--

Alexis looked up suddenly from the pensieve, gasping for air.

"James..."

He muttered something, then came back to his senses and remained speechless.

To be more precise, he didn't even dare to look at Dumbledore and the portraits on the wall.

How could he not remember a time when he was so annoying?

Alexis's hands itched to look at that rogue look...

"I make a promise to you. As long as you complete Potions class properly, I will help you take away all the memories about Slughorn."

Dumbledore said as he cleaned up.

"Later, after you passed the Advanced Wizard Level Examination, Voldemort and his Death Eaters came menacingly. You have forgotten this incident."

Putting the pensieve away, Dumbledore turned around and said

"Until the end of the war, you find me and ask me to help you take away Slughorn's memory."

He spread his hands and said nothing further.

"Anything else?"

Alexis asked after taking a moment to digest.

"Do I have any other memories that were taken away?"

"Why do I never remember myself the way I remember?"

"That kind of personality shouldn't change suddenly in a day or two, right?"

Dumbledore stared at Alexis for a moment and sighed.

"Alex, our memories are not always happy. Some memories are automatically forgotten by us. This is not a bad thing."

"But this is also incomplete, isn't it?" Alexis continued, "Without complete memory, I can't even be sure what kind of person I am."

"Now I have begun to doubt, are the memories of the past really real?"

"Those are really what I have experienced?"

"Or was it modified by you?"

"Dumbledore, if, and I mean if, if there are other memories that you have sealed away, I hope you can return them to me."

"That's a part of me, good or bad, and I deserve it."

"Maybe I was immature before and was picky about my memories and experiences, but now, I want them back."

"Dumbledore, please."

Dumbledore looked at Alexis silently, then laughed softly. He shook his head and took out the pensieve again, and then took out a small bag from his arms.

He took out a handful of small bottles and placed them on the table.

"These are all your memories sealed away by me."