A few days after the last time he went to the cave to deal with the protective magic, Dumbledore sent a note to Lockhart to the Headmaster's office. Lockhart reluctantly put away his notes, walked out of the office, walked past the students who were resting and lounging, and came to the principal's office again.

Because of the Order of the Phoenix note in its pocket, the stone monster that sensed the magic immediately jumped to the side, and the wall behind it cracked in half, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it. Lockhart stepped up, swirling the staircase in circles and upwards, until he finally came to the door of Dumbledore's office with a brass knocker.

Upon entering it, Lockhart was surprised to find that Lupin and Tonks, as well as Blake, were already waiting in the office. Phoenix Fawkes looked in good shape and gave Lockhart a soft cry as if to say hello.

"Gildero, you're here. Dumbledore sat up from behind his desk, "Then let's get started." ”

"What to start?" Tonks asked curiously, thinking that the office was so small that Dumbledore couldn't do anything on his feet, not even a small spell.

"Don't worry, Tonks. Lupin gave her a gentle look, then turned to Dumbledore.

"This semester, I'm going to get Harry started with something......" Dumbledore waved his hand, and a shelf floated out of the closet next to it, slowly filled with delicate crystal bottles, which swirled and floated in pieces of silvery-white objects......

It was the memory, which Lockhart recognized.

"I'll soon show him these memories when I'm giving Harry a private lesson, and you're the latest members to join the Order of the Phoenix, and those old members have already seen it. I hope you know more about the Order of the Phoenix's greatest enemy......"

All four looked at Dumbledore, who took a bottle of memory from the shelf and poured it into the meditation basin: "Now, please come with me to leave the solid foundation of facts, and together through the dim and vague swamp of memory, into the intricate and bold speculation." ”

"I'm looking forward to it, but this meditation basin is too small. Lockhart reminded.

"Ah, it looks like I'm getting old......" Dumbledore smirked self-deprecatingly, swinging his staff to make the meditation basin bigger, "Come on, take a walk on Bob Ogden's memory path." ”

Tonks couldn't help but laugh, but managed to hold it back. The silvery-white memory slowly swirled in the basin, emitting a faint shimmer. The five of them buried their heads in the meditation basin together......

Lockhart was also the first to look at someone else's memories, a restricted method that only mid- and high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic had this privilege. He felt his feet leave the floor of the office. He cut through the swirling darkness, falling, falling, and then, the strong sunlight pierced him and closed his eyes.

Lockhart took the Occlumency operation and regained consciousness, realizing that the other four were right next to him. Tonks looked a little uncomfortable, her Occlumency wasn't very good at it, and she only reluctantly joined the Aurors because of her identity as Magus.

They stood on a country road, flanked on either side by high, tangled hedgerows of shrubs, with the summer sky overhead, as clear and blue as forget-me-nots. About ten paces in front of them stood a short, stocky man who wore a pair of glasses with particularly thick lenses, and whose eyes had been reduced to two dots, like the eyes of a mole. He was reading a wooden signpost sticking out of the thorn bush on the left side of the path.

"He's obviously not trained in the Auror department. Tonks said dissatisfied, "He wanted to disguise himself as a Muggle, but his clothes didn't fit right up and down." ”

"Yes, is this Ogden?" Lockhart could see that something was wrong with the man: a striped swimsuit with a tuxedo coat draped over it, and shoe covers on his feet.

"Yes, I guess maybe the law enforcement didn't start teaching them how wizards disguised themselves as Muggles," Dumbledore explained helplessly, leading the way to follow. As they passed the wooden sign, they looked up at its two pointing arrows. The one pointing to the way they came read: Great Hangleston, 5 miles. Pointing in the direction Ogden was going and it was written: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

"Where is he going, and how long?" asked Blake, dissatisfied, as they had been walking for a few minutes, and there was nothing else to see around them, only the tall hedges on either side, the vast blue summer sky overhead, and the rustling figure in front of him in his tuxedo coat. "Will you show Harry this memory in two days, what's the use?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, and after a while, the path turned to the left and made its way down the hill. A valley was presented to them at a glance. There is a village in sight, undoubtedly Little Hangleston, nestled between two steep hillsides, with a church and a cemetery clearly visible. On the hillside across the valley, there is a very imposing mansion surrounded by a large green meadow.

Because the downhill road was too steep, Ogden involuntarily trotted up. The five men also had to speed up their pursuit, and soon the four men except Dumbledore realized that they were mistaken, that they were not going to the village. The path turned to the right, and when they turned the bend, they saw the hem of Ogden's gown coat flashing, and he was missing from a gap in the hedge.

They came to a narrow dirt road, and the hedges on either side were taller and thicker than the ones they had just passed. The dirt road was winding, potholed, and rocky, and it descended as steeply as the path before, and seemed to lead to a small patch of dark woods below. Sure enough, after not going far, the dirt road connected to the grove, and Ogden stopped and drew his wand.

"Why, is he here to catch the mystery man?" Tonks asked curiously, almost tempting to pull out her wand before remembering that it was just a memory.

Although the sky was clear and cloudless, the old trees overhead cast a cool dark thick shadow, and an old house appeared: the walls were covered with moss, many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, and the rafters inside were exposed here or there. The house was surrounded by dense nettles, high nettles all the way to the windows, which were very small and covered with a thick layer of aged dirt.

Ogden walked quietly forward, his movements very cautious, and he could see that he was still somewhat trained, and when the black shadow of the tree slipped down from him, he stopped again, and looked straight at the front door of the house, where someone had nailed a dead snake.

At that moment, there was a rustle, followed by a click, and a man in tattered clothes jumped from a nearby tree and landed right in front of Ogden. Ogden quickly stepped back, only to step on the back hem of his coat and nearly fall.

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"@#¥%" The man who suddenly appeared said a bunch of things they didn't understand. And he wielded a wand in one hand and a bloody-looking short knife in the other.

The man standing in front of them was so thick with dirt in his thick hair that he couldn't make out his original color. He lost a few teeth in his mouth, and two small black eyes stared in two opposite directions. He should have looked funny, but he wasn't. He looked intimidating, and it was no wonder that Ogden took a few steps back before he spoke.

"Uh- good morning. I'm the Ministry of Magic—"

“&...%￥#！”

"What did he say?" Lupin couldn't help but ask.

"Uh-sorry-I don't understand you. "Ogden clearly has the same doubts as Lupin.

"Parseltongue," Dumbledore whispered, "I think Harry will understand this memory when he shows it." ”

"Harry knows Parseltongue," Blake didn't know as a godfather, "but shouldn't this be the lineage of that family...... No one in the Potter family knows Parseltongue!"

"I don't know......" Dumbledore lied, if he told Harry's godfather that Harry was a Horcrux, God knows what he would do.

"Maybe this bloodline is hidden deep in the bloodline of the Potter family!" Lockhart interjected.

At this moment, the man in tattered clothes was approaching Ogden step by step with a knife in one hand and a wand in the other.

"Hey, don't—" Ogden was about to speak, but it was too late: there was a loud thud, and Ogden fell to the ground, his hand pinching his nose, and a disgusting yellow, slimy thing poured out from between his fingers.

"Morfin!" a voice shouted.

"If I were him, I would have taken out my wand and had a fight first...... Blake looked at Ogden with disdain, "Is this guy an official of the Ministry of Magic?" ”

"If this happens to the Auror, the other side will die, unless he kills that Auror. Lockhart also said indignantly, "Attacking the Aurors is a felony, and it is not good to have any background on the other side. ”

An elderly man hurried out of the wooden house, slammed the door behind him, and the dead snake swayed pitifully from side to side. The man was a little shorter than the one he had been, and he was oddly shaped, disproportionately long: his shoulders were too broad, his arms were too long, and with his sparkling brown eyes, short, stiff hair, and a wrinkled face, he looked like a fierce old monkey. He walked over and stood next to the man with the knife, who burst into laughter when he saw Ogden fall to the ground.

"Listen to them. Dumbledore gently prevented the four from discussing the cowardice of the memory provider, but there was naturally an irresistible domineering air in his words.

"From the Ministry, huh?" the older man asked, looking down at Ogden.