Dumbledore decided to give the Meditation Basin to Harry, though he couldn't figure out why the Meditation Basin would help Harry do these things.

Dumbledore took out the meditation basin from the cupboard, it was a shallow stone basin, the edge was decorated with strange carvings, like some strange letters and symbols, Harry recognized the meaning, only to think that it was the Luo script he had seen in the history of magic class, it had long been lost, and the contents of the basin had a silver glow, it was not like anything Harry had seen before. He didn't even know if it was a liquid or a gas, it had a bright silvery white color and was still spinning. Its surface ripples like the wind blowing across the water, and yet, like a cloud, it separates and spins at one moment. It's like a liquid of light—like a solid of wind.

Dumbledore showed Harry how the Meditation Basin could extract memories and enter them.

Then he re-ingested all the silver substance into his mind, and the meditation basin ceased to glow and became empty, like an ordinary basin.

Harry pouted, as if someone had seen your memories rarely, and he couldn't be a treasure.

......

Walking through the secluded castle, you don't feel much on weekdays, because you can always see students.

Now the castle is lifeless, and it looks a little cold.

In the wide hallway, only Harry's reverberating footsteps could be heard, and even Harry's breathing could be heard in silence.

It was a cool breeze that blew on Harry, but it caused a dense layer of small bumps on his neck.

I didn't expect that Voldemort's soul had been destroyed, and I saw so many ghosts every day, but it was just a quiet environment, and I was afraid of this.

Sure enough, people's greatest fear comes from their own hearts.

Although he had absorbed Voldemort's memories, and he was worried about whether his mentality would be affected, it seemed that he was still him, and Harry's psychology was still that of an ordinary young man in the previous life.

When he saw Snape's basement, Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and relax.

......

In front of Snape was a glass bottle, filled with a small half bottle of blue liquid, and tiny air bubbles floated inside, looking a little sticky.

This was Snape's growth potion.

Picking up the potion, he was about to drink it, when he suddenly had a question: "How long does this potion last?"

"One day. ”

"It's only been one day~"

Snape was not lightly affected by Harry's slightly disgusted tone, and he almost couldn't maintain the iceberg on his face.

Seeing Snape's dangerous eyes, Harry was clever and quickly said, "One day is just right, haha, it's really too fat and too low......

Snape: "......"

Harry craned his neck and poured the potion into his mouth.

"Goo, goo"

Why don't you feel anything?

A closer look revealed that the potion had condensed into a piece, swaying slightly, and was slowly sliding down the wall of the cup.

This feeling, how is it so familiar, the same as eating jelly.

When he finally got it, Harry chewed it twice, but it didn't taste good, and swallowed it.

A strange sensation was generated, and Harry felt that the blue "jelly" melted and shattered as soon as it entered his stomach.

It turned into particles that spread out and filled the whole body with bones and flesh.

Then the body seemed to be equipped with countless small hair dryers, spreading out wave by wave.

Harry felt something itchy on his back and couldn't help but scratch it, and then his face was a little numb, and Harry couldn't help but scratch it.

I'm so good-looking, what if I break my phase. Harry thought earnestly.

Then, Harry noticed that his surroundings were getting smaller and shorter, and his vision was widening.

People grow up slowly, but they don't have this contrasting feeling.

This feeling of widening his horizons made Harry feel as if he had let go of his burden, like a bird flying in the sky, Tarzan swinging in the jungle, and a turtle in the water......

As the feeling wore off, Harry got used to it.

Put your hand in front of you, it's a slender and powerful palm, a little different from the previous small hand.

Harry looked around and found a half-obscured mirror.

Harry walked over to see what had become of him.

"Shhh ”

In the mirror was a strange face with a familiar face, and Harry could find some traces of his childhood.

The eyes are brighter and deeper, if it used to be a top-level jadeite, it is now an emperor-level jadeite.

He looks very young, about 18 years old.

What shocked Harry the most was that he was so handsome when he grew up.

It seems that no matter what age I am, I am the best looking in the world.

For no reason, Harry actually gave birth to a feeling of how lonely he was invincible, and his life was as lonely as snow.

Harry couldn't help but think, "I remember that the protagonists of the time travel are not all ordinary-looking, ordinary-looking? Why am I so extraordinary, like the sun in the sky, so brilliant that people dare not look at it directly? I see, it's because the authors of those novels are not confident enough." ”

Harry was obsessed with his beauty.

It was a long time before he confirmed to Snape, "Now, my traces are gone?"

But he saw that Snape was looking at him very wrongly.

Pent-up anger, hatred.

Not looking at him, but looking at his face.

It can't be that James is thinking of it, Harry sees that Snape is going to eat people, and thinks it's better to slip away.

Walking out of the basement, Harry felt that his clothes were too tight.

Fortunately, he was wearing an extremely loose magic robe.

Harry looked at the white clouds ☁ in the sky and said, "Why don't you try it?" ”

Grip your wand tightly: "Shapeshift." ”

"Smack. ”

With a crisp thud, Harry was gone.

Harry moved straight onto a street in London.

Why is it so arrogant and undisguised? Because the director of the factory is my cousin...... Phew, because it's night.

Harry had set out in the morning, but had wasted 10 hours to reach Hogwarts, and although there were street lights, they were not bright, not as bright as the moon.

In the corner where the street lamps were not very clear, Harry flashed.

Sure enough, no one will notice.

Harry turned his head to look, uh, Harry retracted the sentence.

Sitting by the wall was a beggar dressed in tatters, staring at Harry with his big eyes open, opening his mouth, "Ho, ho, ghost......"

"I think you look like a ghost. Harry said, his wand pointed at him immediately, "Fainted." ”

Harry didn't even use amnestics, because no one believed him.

The bearded sloppy ghost was horrified to see a beam of light coming out of the hand of the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and went straight to his head, whining: "My life is at rest." (Note 1)

......

The next day.

The sloppy man was woken up by a "colleague".

He remembered the scene he had seen before he passed out last night, and he grabbed the other man by the arm and shouted, "Ghost, I saw a ghost yesterday, and he appeared with a 'whoosh' and then knocked me out with a ray of light." ”

"You're in a bad brain, you're going to change places today, the people around here are really iron roosters, and they don't pull out a dime. The other shook his head.

The sloppy ghost hammered his head a few times, and suddenly saw a piece of paper that looked like a coin stuffed under his feet.

He rushed over and opened it, fifty pounds.

He kissed frantically and shouted, "No, he's an angel." ”

The other person didn't look at it, and sighed: "It seems that it's really crazy." ”

......

When Harry returned to London last night, he didn't go to the Broken Axe Bar, but stayed in a Muggle hotel.

After politely getting rid of the front desk lady who coveted Harry's beauty, Harry entered the room.

I sat quietly and watched the alarm clock hanging on the wall tick for 15 minutes.

Nothing happened, the owl that was supposed to be on time for the Ministry of Magic did not appear.

It seems that Harry's trace has indeed disappeared.

Harry excitedly took off his uncomfortable robes, and wanted to let out a long howl twice, otherwise it would not be enough to express his inner relief.

Harry walked around with his wand in his hand with some excitement, eager to use all the magic he knew in his head at once.

But he couldn't think of any magic to use.

Harry smiled bitterly: "The mood is not good, what is the difference between it and Fan Jinzhongju, let's take a shower and calm down first." ”

......

After a long time, Harry walked out of the bathroom.

At this time, he and the two of them were just judged, and the whole person was very calm, even a little sacred.

He glanced at his wand, but found it extremely boring.

What a ridiculous thought, so naïve, Harry thought.

Harry's eyes were ethereal, unstained with dust, as if he could contain the vast starry sky.

This may be the great enlightenment pursued by Buddhism in the Chinese cultivation realm, and the realm of unity between heaven and man pursued by Taoism.

Harry lay on the bed, silently shedding two lines of tears.

Take a shower, why should I mess around......

......

Note 1: Why do English homeless people speak ancient Chinese dialects? Because his lines were given by the author.