Lutina glanced at Draco at the Slytherin table, who was sitting at Barrow the Bloody and bragging about his wounds, earning Pansy a burst of shouts.

It's good, if you don't go to the school infirmary, the wound should heal. However, Barrow the Bloody Man may have given him the correct way to bandage his wounds.

Lutina prepares to nibble on another piece of pudding. But as soon as the fork touched the pudding, the pudding disappeared.

But another wine-infused jam pudding replaces the Yorkshire pudding. Lutina scooped up a scoop of ice cream, which contained tiny crumbs of ice ballast.

Dessert time passed quickly, and Lutina listened to Dumbledore's instructions in every way, humming the school song again in a daze, imagining her future tragic fate.

When all the students were rushing out, Professor McGonagall walked in this direction.

"Miss Ollivander, please come with me to the principal's office."

She finished speaking succinctly, pulled her legs and left.

Lutina saw Gasra gesture to herself, and lowered her head, her head hanging behind Professor McGonagall.

In front of the principal's office, there was an extremely ugly stone beast.

"Password?"

"Big Mac brown sugar bubble tea."

The stone beast immediately moved. It made a way for Professor McGonagall to lead Lutina up the spiral staircase with a dark face.

Pushing open the wooden door, the first thing that catches your eye is a table with slender legs, filled with fine silverware. They swirled silently, spewing smoke.

Looking up again, there are a pair of blue eyes full of wisdom. The owner of the eye is the greatest wizard of our time, Albus Dumbledore.

The office was crowded with people, but for a while no one spoke.

Garrick Ollivander was looking at Lutina with complicated eyes, Sean didn't know what he was thinking, Lucius Malfoy was playing with his wand, and the deans of the four colleges were sitting in their chairs.

In addition to this, there are several witches and witches that Lutina does not know. Looks like it's supposed to be the director of Hogwarts.

The headmasters of the frescoes also stopped what they were doing and looked at Lutina with interest.

"So, there's a bug with the Sorting Hat?" One woman was the first to break the silence, "I'm Alison Shafiq, one of the Hogwarts Governors. She winked at Lutina again.

"So far." Dumbledore said kindly, but his eyes were shrewd.

"I ...... I didn't have ......"

Suddenly, there was a faint sound in the corner. The Sorting Hat seemed to have been abused, and the tip of the hat crumpled.

"Can you give us an idea of what it was like?" This time it was a wizard who spoke.

"Of course." Lutina hadn't spoken for too long, and her voice was a little hoarse. She had just placed the ashes wand on her temple when she was electrocuted.

"This kind of thing...... It would be better for Headmaster Dumbledore to do it. ”

Taking out the physical memory requires a lot of magic and mental power, otherwise the memory may have turned into ashes and scattered before it turned into silver-white filaments. Others already looked at her with suspicions, and wouldn't it make her current situation worse if she didn't restrain herself?

Dumbledore took out the meditation basin, sighed, and pressed his wand to his temple.

The silvery-white filaments were quickly removed and swirled slowly in the meditation basin.

"Albus, how do I know if you're putting in a real memory or a fake memory?" A small wizard asked.

"There's no need for me to cheat on this kind of thing." Dumbledore said solemnly, making a "please" gesture to the people on the side.

But Lutina's mind had already exploded.

False memories are meant to be faked memories, which can only be successful when they have a powerful occlusion technique, a lot of magic, and a lot of mental power, and they can successfully hide from wizards who are inferior to the counterfeiters, but it is also the best way to give false testimony.

But the only known white wizard who can forge memories is Albus Dumbledore, and although it gives people a sense of security to a certain extent, who knows if the old fox will reveal his true nature.

In the midst of Lutina's ramblings, the fleeting memories have been read.

But everyone was immersed in an awkward silence again.

"Good, good." Minister of Magic Fudge, who had been hiding in the shadows, stepped out, "It's not a mistake with the Sorting Hat, what else could it be?" Dumbledore, I need an explanation. ”

"Let's hear Luta's thoughts."

It wasn't loud, but it made everyone's eyes revolve around Lutina again. The sound comes from Sean Ollivander.

"Uh, I think ......" Lutina took a step forward.

Everyone present looked at her eagerly.

But she fell into the void.