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Hogwarts, England

When Harry stood in front of Headmaster Dumbledore's office, he noticed that there were already visitors inside, Cornelius Fudge of the Ministry of Magic, who seemed to be worried about Mr. Crouch and suspicious of Lady Maxim, and Dumbledore was trying to dispel his suspicions.

Just as Harry was about to continue listening, Moody, who was also in the office, noticed Harry's arrival and called for him to enter.

Later, after asking Harry a few questions, Fudge wanted to go to the other side of the field, and Dumbledore and Moody accompanied him, and Dumbledore asked Harry to wait in the headmaster's office for a while, and Harry agreed.

After the three of them left, Harry couldn't help but take a look at the headmaster's office, which had not been there for a long time.

The phoenix Fawkes perched on a golden perch by the door, the size of a swan, with bright red and golden feathers that shone brightly. It shook its long tail feathers, winked at Harry in a friendly way, and then stuck its head back into its wings and didn't move.

It seemed like it would be some time before Dumbledore returned, so Harry sat down in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. For a few minutes, he sat there looking at the old headmasters who were snoring in the frames, thinking about what he had just heard, and touching his scar with his hand, although the scar was very painful in his dream, but the pain was only an illusion, and when he woke up, it didn't hurt at all.

Speaking of which, his scar doesn't seem to hurt in a long time since he was in second grade.

But what's the deal with that damn dream? How could he dream about Voldemort's side?

Harry, who was puzzled by this question, sighed helplessly. Then he turned his head to look at the wall behind the desk, where the worn, patched Sorting Hat rested on the shelf. In a glass case next to it sat a glittering silver sword with a large ruby encrust on the hilt. Harry recognized it as the sword that belonged to Godric Gryffindor that he had drawn from his Sorting Hat in his second year, which had destroyed Voldemort's notebook.

After all, the battle was not ordinary, and if it weren't for Draco and Brace's help, he would have died long ago.

Turning his gaze, Harry noticed what appeared to be a silver light flickering on the glass case. He looked back for the source of the light, and found that the door of a black cabinet behind him was not closed, and a bright silver light was shining inside. After a moment's hesitation, Harry glanced at Fawkes and saw that it seemed to be asleep, then got up and walked over and opened the cabinet door.

Inside the cabinet was a shallow stone basin with oddly shaped carvings at the mouth: all letters and symbols that Harry didn't recognize. The silver glow came from the contents of the basin - Harry had never seen anything so strange before.

On the whole, the basin was like a bright piece of silver, but it was constantly flowing, like the water rippling in the breeze, and then spreading out and swirling softly like a cloud. It was like a liquid light—like a solid wind—and Harry couldn't tell.

He wanted to touch it and see what it would be like—but Opar's experience with his iron education had taught him that it was foolish to put his hand in a basin full of unknown objects. So he drew his wand from his robe, looked around nervously, and poked at the object in the basin.

Immediately, the surface of the silver object spun faster.

Harry leaned down, his head fully in the cupboard, and the silver object became clear and looked like glass. He looked inside, expecting to see the bottom of the stone basin - but beneath the surface of the mysterious substance was a large room, which he seemed to be looking through a round skylight, and the decoration of the room looked familiar.

Then Harry found himself seeing...... Opal?!

Harry couldn't help but look down to see better, and then the tip of his nose touched the surface of the strange substance.

Dumbledore's office suddenly toppled over—Harry's body rushed forward, his head down into the basin —

But Harry's head didn't hit the pelvic floor.

He fell in a cold, pitch-black mass as if sucked into a black vortex.

When he got to his feet, he found himself still in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, and Opal was standing in front of him...... Hey? How does it look so small?

"Opar, what are you ...... about?"

Harry subconsciously scratched his hair and asked, "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to do that - I just saw the stone basin in the cabinet of the Headmaster of Hogwarts - I- where are we?" Why do you look so small? Have you drunk age-reducing agents? ”

But Opal ignored her and just spoke: [Headmaster Dumbledore, I don't think your indulgence of Gryffindor would be a good idea.] Slytherin has Slytherin pride, and the way you're pressing right now will only cause us to backlash violently. ]

"Walty, you"

Voti? That's not ...... Mother Opal's name?

Harry looked at Dumbledore with some confusion, then at Opal, who was completely ignoring him, and then at his surroundings, and suddenly reacted......

Harry had been to a place where no one could see him or hear him - and that time, he had fallen into another person's memories through a page of an enchanted journal...... If he's not mistaken, it's happening again......

Harry raised his right hand, hesitated, and then waved it hard in front of Opal.

In normal times, his reckless behavior would have been repaired by Opal, but at this moment, Opal did not blink, nor did he directly twist his hand to give him a shoulder throw - she didn't even move, just looked at Dumbledore as if waiting for his answer.

Well, the answer is out.

Harry was sure he was in memory at the moment, because it wasn't Opal who he had seen, but Opal's mother—a woman he had been impressed with.

Because this Voti and Opal can be said to be the same as carved out of a mold, should it be said that they are really worthy of being mother and daughter?

"Voti, these are just small things. Young people always have young people's thoughts...... Isn't it? ”

[You said a little thing, but it caused Seaver to almost die!] ]

Harry looked at Voti, who had a face that was indistinguishable from Opal's, and spoke, [You know my temper and Slytherin tradition. As a half-blood, I can't possibly watch Seaver get hurt like this and not be moved. ]

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, don't be impatient."

Dumbledore let out a wry smile, "You know, the Death Eaters have been so active lately that even Hogwarts have been affected, and I'm really a little bit out of it. ”

[Hell yes, I haven't already told you all the list I know!] ]

Woti's beautiful face showed irritation, [I know better than you about Slytherin's internal affairs, that person is influencing other ordinary students through Lucius and the senior prefects, but you are not unaware of the efforts I have made. Again, take care of your stupid lions! If I stretch out my claws again, I'll chop it directly! Don't blame me for not warning you beforehand, you know! ]

Good...... It's so strong......

Harry could be said to be dumbfounded as he watched Walty's powerful announcement, and then couldn't help but touch his chin - well, should I say that it really deserves to be a mother and daughter? I didn't expect to be able to do this even in front of Headmaster Dumbledore......

But listen to what I said before...... Isn't this another thing that my father and godfather have done? !

"Voti ......"

[You can settle your own affairs first.] Karkaroff, Auguste Lukewood, Ludo Bagman...... These Death Eaters alone are a headache for you! ]

Before Dumbledore could speak, Walty continued impatiently, [I repeat it again!] Stretch out your claws to my territory, and I'll chop one when you stretch out! ]

Just as he was about to continue, Harry found that his surroundings had darkened, and the characters in front of him had changed, and then in the Headmaster's office, this time the people who spoke were Dumbledore and Snape.

"I won't forgive them!"

Snape, who still looks like a young version, is a little messy at the moment, and his emotions are very excited, "I actually did such a thing!" I will never forgive them! Even if I get branded, I won't hesitate to do it! I must get revenge on them! ”

"Severus! Do you want to make Walty's efforts go to waste? ”

Dumbledore looked helpless and had a headache at the moment.

"Don't talk to me about Tivoti!"

Snape tugged at his heart's clothes, "Do you know that their so-called innocuous joke ruined two people!" Voti ...... If something really happens to Voti......"

Ha? What's going on?

"Harry, I think it's time for us to go back."

Just as Harry was full of gossip, a voice whispered in Harry's ear.

This startled Harry - two Dumbledores appeared in front of him, one reassuring Snape, the other standing beside him and looking at him kindly, but then he realized that the one next to him should have come to pick him up.

"Come on."

Dumbledore said, reaching out to support Harry's elbow. Harry felt himself slowly rise into the air, the Headmaster's office dissipating, and in the blink of an eye, nothing was left but pitch black.

He felt as if he had flipped his head in slow motion, his feet suddenly falling to the ground, the light around him was blinding, and he was back in Dumbledore's sunny office. The stone basin glittered in the cabinet in front of him, and Albus Dumbledore stood beside him.

"Headmaster!"

Harry explained, a little flustered, "I know I shouldn't- I didn't mean to—the cabinet door is open—"

"I understand."

Dumbledore said as he picked up the stone basin and walked over to the desk, placing it on the smooth tabletop, then sat down in the chair behind the table, beckoning Harry to sit across from him.

Harry sat down, his eyes fixed on the stone basin.

The contents of the basin had turned back to a silvery white state, swirling and rippling before his eyes.

"What is this?"

He couldn't help but ask, because he always felt as if he had seen something similar somewhere.

"This? It's called the Meditation Basin,"

Dumbledore said, "Sometimes I feel like I'm stuffing too many thoughts and memories in my head, and I'm sure you understand the feeling. ”

"Hmm."

"That's when I use the meditation basin."

Dumbledore pointed to the stone basin and said, "Suck the excess thoughts out of your head, pour them into this basin, and take a good look at them when you have time." You know, it's easier to see their form and their connection to each other in this state. ”

"You mean...... Is this thing your mind? ”

Harry said, glaring at the swirling silver substance in the basin.

"Exactly."

Dumbledore said, "I'll show you." ”

Dumbledore drew his wand from his robes and slipped the tip of the wand into his silver hair, near his temple. When he pulled out his wand, there seemed to be some strands of hair stuck to the tip of the wand - but Harry realized that it was actually a small wisp of silver-white substance like the one in the basin.

Dumbledore added this new thought to the basin, and Harry was surprised to see his own face floating in the basin. Dumbledore held the meditation basin in his slender hands and turned it like a gold digger turning a sand table......

Harry saw his face reflected in it gradually turn into Snape's. Snape opened his mouth and spoke towards the ceiling, with a slight echo.

"It's back...... Karkaroff's too...... More visible and clearer than ever before ......"

"I don't need help to find the connection."

Dumbledore sighed, "But it's okay. ”

He stared at Harry from above the half-moon lenses - he was watching in amazement as Snape's face continued to spin in the basin.

"I was using the meditation basin when Mr. Fudge came, and I hastily put it away, presumably without closing the door tightly, and it will naturally attract your attention."

"I'm sorry."

Harry felt the need to apologize.

"Curiosity is not a sin."

Dumbledore didn't care, though, saying, "But we should be careful when we're curious...... Really ......"

The silver light from the meditation basin illuminated Dumbledore's face, and Harry suddenly realized how old he was. Of course he knew Dumbledore was old, but for some reason, he had never thought of him as an old man before.

"Doesn't that mean I shouldn't be overly concerned about what I've just seen?"

Harry understood.

It's not that you can't pay attention to it, but there are some things that may be better explained by the parties. Although I don't know much about Opal as one of the parties"

Dumbledore waved his hand at this and changed the subject directly, "You have something to tell me before you fall into my thoughts. ”

Wait...... Wait a minute...... That's a little more informative......

Harry felt a little dizzy - he seemed to have been caught in some earth-shattering gossip.

However, he also knew that he was not concerned about these things, so he tried to tell Dumbledore about his dreams as briefly as possible.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, stood up and paced back and forth behind the table, occasionally holding the tip of his wand to his temple, drawing out a silver glittering thought and adding it to the meditation basin. The thoughts in the basin spun rapidly, and Harry couldn't see anything clearly, only a vague silvery white.

"Headmaster?"

Two minutes later, Harry couldn't help but exclaim softly when he saw that Dumbledore still didn't seem to be talking to him.

Dumbledore stopped pacing, looked at Harry, and motioned for him to wait a little longer, while from time to time he used the tip of his wand to pull a silver thought from his temple and place it in the churning meditation basin.

"Headmaster......

Unable to stand the silence, Harry waited a few more moments before speaking again, "Do you think he's getting stronger?" ”

"Voldemort?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry through the meditation basin and said--that kind of penetrating gaze again, Harry always felt that Dumbledore could see through him completely, which even Moody's magic eye could not do, "I can only give you some guesses, Harry. ”

Dumbledore sighed again, looking older and tireder.

"In the years since Voldemort's strength increased, there have been several disappearances."

"Bertha Jorkins disappeared without a trace in Voldemort's last hiding place, and Mr. Crouch disappeared," he said...... It's on our field. There was a third disappearance, which unfortunately the Ministry of Magic considered insignificant, as it was a Muggle who disappeared. His name was Frank Bryce, and he lived in the village where Voldemort's father was born. He's been gone since last August. You know, I read Muggle newspapers, and that's unlike most of my friends in the Ministry. ”

Dumbledore looked at Harry very seriously.

Harry nodded, he was a little tempted to ask what he had seen in the meditation basin, but before he could say anything, Dumbledore had made a simple guess about the pain in his hallucinations, and wished him good luck with the third project, he let him leave.

So do you still have to ask Opal?

After leaving the Headmaster's office, Harry couldn't help but think about it.

But...... Will he be repaired badly by Opal because of this?

After all, this is a matter involving the grievances of the previous generation, and asking Snape will only make his death worse, right?!