"Which college are you going to?"

In the carriage, after several people got acquainted, Jaime took the initiative to ask.

Lupin's body was a little weak, he coughed twice, and said, "I don't know which academy a person like me can go to. ”

"People like you?" Sirius had a smile on his lips, "What kind of person are you?" Are you worried about going to Hufflepuff? ”

Lupin smiled: "I still have this little bit of self-confidence. ”

Sirius's mouth curled wider, and he looked at Tywin again.

"What about you?"

Tywin smiled shyly, glanced at Jaime secretly, and said unconfidently, "I...... Want to go to Gryffindor. ”

"Another Gryffindor." Sirius shook his head.

Jaime laughed and said, "Tywin will definitely go to Hufflepuff, he's been a fool since he was a kid."

I'm telling you, Tywin once went swimming in the river with me, and was caught by Grindy Lowe, and dragged him to the bottom, and I saved him......"

Jaime talked about Tywin's embarrassment, and the other two laughed happily.

Teased by his new acquaintance, Tywin's face was embarrassed, tears rolling in his eyes.

Soon, the cart selling snacks arrived.

Jaime pulled Tywin and ran towards the snack cart, and Sirius followed.

But the picture did not move, and Lupin was still sitting alone in the car.

William finally knew whose memory it was.

Soon, the blur of the scene in the carriage disappeared.

William stood at the Ravenclaw long table, and in front of them was a candlelit house table, with rows of engrossed faces beside the table.

Professor McGonagall shouted, "James Potter! ”

Jaime swaggered over to the Sorting Hat and sat down on his stool.

Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on his head, and within a second the hat touched the black hair, she shouted, "Gryffindor! ”

William let out a painful sigh when he heard Tywin beside him.

Tywin was not sorted into Gryffindor, nor Hufflepuff, but went to Ravenclaw unexpectedly.

Jaime took off his hat and handed it back to Professor McGonagall, then hurried to the cheering Gryffindor students.

Tywin's eyes were fixed on Jaime, but instead of looking back at him, the boy sat down next to Sirius and chatted eagerly with him.

A flash of jealousy and disappointment flashed in Tywin's eyes.

William frowned, and at this moment, he had an extremely absurd thought:

Professor Tywin stole the Ravenclaw ring, not to resurrect Voldemort, but to resurrect someone who had been killed by Voldemort...... James Potter!

Is this possible?!

"William, I think it's time for us to go back." A voice whispered in William's ear.

William was startled, he looked back, then looked at the other side. There was an Albus Dumbledore sitting at the guest of honor, watching the students sort out, and he was stopping and clapping—and there was another Albus Dumbledore next to him, watching him.

"Come on." Dumbledore beside him said, reaching out to support William's elbow.

William felt himself slowly rise into the air, and Hogwarts dissipated, leaving nothing but darkness in the blink of an eye.

William felt as if he had flipped his head in slow motion, his feet suddenly falling to the ground, the light around him was blinding, he was already in Dumbledore's office.

The stone basin glittered in the cabinet in front of him, and Dumbledore stood beside him.

"Professor," William quickly apologized, "I didn't mean to look at these memories - the cabinet door is open—"

"It's okay, you'll see it sooner or later." Dumbledore said.

He picked up the stone basin and walked to the desk, placed it on the smooth table, then sat down in the chair behind the table, beckoning William to sit across from him.

William sat down, his eyes fixed on the stone basin, still recalling the memory in his mind.

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

"I suppose you already know what this is, right?" Dumbledore said.

"Meditation basin, Professor."

"Yes, the meditation basin, a very precious alchemy item, well, sometimes I feel like I have too many thoughts and memories in my head, I'm sure you understand this feeling."

William nodded, his head was now full of doubts.

"Then I use the basin of meditation," said Dumbledore, pointing to the basin, "to suck the superfluous thoughts out of my head, pour them into this basin, and take a good look at them when we have time, in this state it is easier for us to see their form and their connection to each other." ”

Sounds a bit like Sherlock Holmes' memory palace.

Dumbledore drew his wand from his robes and slipped the tip of it into his silver hair, near his temple.

When he drew his wand, there seemed to be some strands of hair stuck to the tip of the wand—but William soon realized that it was actually a small wisp of silvery-white substance like the one in the basin.

Dumbledore added this new memory to the basin, and William saw Snape's face floating in the basin.

Dumbledore held the meditation basin in his slender hands and turned it like a gold digger turned a sand table.

After a moment, Snape opened his mouth and spoke towards the ceiling, with a slight echo.

"Headmaster, I see myself, but I'm pretty sure it's not me.

The other party smelled of Polyjuice Potion, he was injured and tried to rush into my medicine pantry, but I stopped him...... Then, following the bloodstains, I went to the Ravenclaw rest door and found Robert, who was dead. ”

Soon, Snape's face vanished, and he became Minister Fudge.

He stood angrily at the door of the school hospital and circled, and after I don't know how long, he blushed and said angrily: "A student and a professor died!" We used the Flashback Charm and detected the dark magic in Snape's wand.

I must bring him into Azkaban, whatever you say, Albus! ”

Dumbledore stared at William from above the half-moon shaped lens, "I was using the meditation basin when you arrived.

Madam Gray alerted me, and I hastily put it away and wanted to go to the Ravenclaw common room, presumably without closing the cabinet door tightly, and it would naturally attract your attention. ”

"I'm sorry." William apologized again.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I said that these will be for you to watch sooner or later, such as watching this paragraph again......"

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and pounded the thoughts in the basin with the tip of his staff. Immediately a figure rose in the basin, it was Tywin, seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and thin, with an angry face.

His legs were still standing in the basin, and he didn't look at William and Dumbledore.

When he spoke, it echoed like Snape's, as if it were coming from the depths of a stone basin.

"Jaime actually dated Lily Evans, Professor Dumbledore, and I was just a little angry and didn't want to cast a curse on that girl.

I mean, I went up to the stars and saw the two of them kissing at Lady Parddev's teahouse, and I didn't hold back my anger......"

"Professor Dumbledore," William asked in a whisper, looking up at the boy, "Has Professor Tywin always been to James Potter...... I mean, like? ”

"Like?"

Dumbledore slowly repeated the words, and he seemed to remember something, and sighed.

……

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