Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

"Password!" The stone monster's muffled voice sounded in the silent corridor on the eighth floor.

"Zizi honey honey?"

"Wrong password!"

"Uh...a pile of cockroaches?" Suer blinked, continued to guess blindly, and reached into the bag to dig through it.

"No...forget it, you go in." The gargoyle stone beast turned around and gave way to the entrance before Sur took out the order form for Candy Duke.

"Thank you." Suer stopped digging into his pocket and politely thanked him.

A moment later, the sound of bronze door knockers clashing was heard in the principal's room.

"Come in." Dumbledore's voice sounded. Soul opened the door and walked in. When he raised his eyes, he saw a curved and moving black thing on Dumbledore's white beard...

Like a cockroach's legs... There is also a clear scent of chocolate on the tip of the nose. It's true, Dumbledore must have been eating cockroaches piled with chocolate just now.

Soul's mouth twitched, "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."

"It's you, Soul." Dumbledore noticed that Soul's expression was a little strange. He raised his hand and wiped his beard without leaving any trace, and said in a friendly manner,

"If you don't want to enjoy some freedom after the final exam, why don't you come to see me?"

"That's right..." Soul thought about his words, "I met Harry in the castle in the afternoon. He just came out of Professor Trelawney's Divination class."

"Professor Trelawney made a prophecy that struck me as strange, so I came to see you."

"Oh?" Dumbledore looked surprised.

Soul truthfully told what Harry said about Professor Trelawney's prophecy. As Soul told him, Dumbledore's expression slowly became serious.

There was a brief silence in the principal's office. Dumbledore raised his hand and pinched his brow, thinking for a while before speaking.

"Many people have told me that the content of Sybil's classes is always exaggerated or made up..."

"what do you think?"

"I don't know if Professor Trelawney has real talent, but your recruiting her to Hogwarts is enough to prove Professor Trelawney's excellence." Suir gently praised Dumbledore, and then considered it. After a moment, he continued.

"Professor, you know, I am also a half-hearted prophet. I can't see the future, but I can feel something..."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, waiting for Soul's subsequent remarks.

"When Harry mentioned Professor Trelawney's prophecy, I had some strange feelings..."

In fact, Su Er had a bad feeling, but he just knew the follow-up progress...

"Oh? Can you tell me in detail what this feels like?" Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed behind his lenses.

"A feeling..." Su Er showed a hesitant look, "a feeling that this will indeed happen soon..."

Dumbledore nodded, and after thinking for a while, he stood up from behind his desk. However, from Sol's perspective, he could see that Dumbledore raised his feet slightly, and there was a slight sound of a drawer closing. into his ears.

Soul raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at the old man's figure. Dumbledore walked unhurriedly to an inconspicuous standing cabinet not far from the desk.

"Sibyl does have a very powerful gift of prophecy. Her talent comes from her family, or in other words, her great-grandmother, Cassandra Trelawney."

Su Er was startled. He felt that this name was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this name before.

"Is this name familiar?" Dumbledore turned around and saw Soul's expression and smiled slightly.

"I believe Binns should have told you in class about wizards who are famous in the history of magic, and Cassandra Trelawney is one of them."

When Dumbledore reminded him, Su Er immediately remembered who Cassandra Trelawney was. She was recorded in the history of magic as a prophet or prophet. In addition, Su Er Er had also seen this name on the cards Justin collected.

"In view of the glorious history of the Sybil family, the school invited her to the castle to teach divination knowledge for this reason." Dumbledore said as he put his hand on the cabinet door handle and pulled it gently, and the silver light came from the cabinet. The door was pulled open and exposed through the gap.

"Of course, she has made several successful prophecies, one of which is extraordinary. This is also the most important factor in our decision to invite Sibyl to the castle."

"Are you interested in taking a look? Suer, I'll take you to see that piece of history. Oh, let me look for it. Where is it?"

At this time, the cabinet door was already open, and Suer could see clearly what was emitting the silver from behind the cabinet door - they were glass bottles listed one after another on the shelf, and the silver brilliance came from those bottles. Inside, there are twisted and twisted silver threads like hair.

"What are these?" Sur approached and looked curiously at the silver vials on the shelf.

"These are my memories." Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the vial on the top shelf, and the vial fell into his hand.

"I'm getting older and can't hold too many things in my head, so I choose to extract them and keep them in a safe place so that I can come here and get it when I need it."

"Come on, I've found what I'm looking for."

Dumbledore said, stepping into the cabinet, followed by Soul.

The cabinet had obviously been casted with a traceless expansion spell, otherwise it would not have been able to accommodate several shelves and a small space behind the shelves, with a stone platform in the center of the space.

---This is a shallow, simple stone basin with a series of strange letters and symbols carved on it. Sur can barely read a few words from it based on the knowledge he learned in the ancient magic text class.

Memory, meditation...

The stone basin contained a silver-white substance that looked like liquid or mist. It looked ethereal, but it flowed slowly like a flowing river.

"This is the pensieve." Dumbledore introduced it at the right time. "This is an ancient alchemical product. Its function is to allow us to use it to see a memory of our past when needed."

Sur suddenly realized that this was the pensieve.

Dumbledore removed the stopper from the bottle mouth, pointed the tip of the stick at the bottle mouth, and gently drew a circle. The twisted silver wire actively attached to the tip of the stick like iron attracted by a magnet.

Then, Dumbledore gently lifted the wand upwards, and the silver wire completely separated from the vial and was pulled into a long, thin thread.

Dumbledore hovered his wand over the stone basin and shook the wand gently.

The silver thread is like a feather, falling lightly into the basin. There are ripples in the basin, and a thick ink color spreads out and rotates softly in the basin.