Chapter 333 Two Memories
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 333 Three Memories
"This is?"
McGuffin shook his body, and after standing still, he found that he was still in the Hogwarts castle school.
It just seems to be in the restaurant of Hogwarts Castle that has not been renovated yet.
No, there's still something... not the same as McGuffin remembered, the old decoration here is a little newer.
—Is this so?
At this time, Harry next to him began to gasp, and he seemed to wake up like McGuffin, and recognized that this was the Hogwarts Castle from a long time ago.
It was now the middle of the night, and the thousands of inexhaustible magic candles floating under the ceiling of the auditorium had already been extinguished, and the only source of light was the stream of fire exhaled by the stone monsters sitting on the walls on both sides. The flames gushing out of their fangs and sharp mouths were lighting the brazier hanging in the center.
The flame flickered and illuminated the empty auditorium below.
On one of the four long tables, sat a lonely figure.
He was holding a letter and reading it carefully, holding a wand from time to time to read the text on the envelope, speaking non-standard Chinese.
It's just that it is completely different from the accent that comes out after reading the writing on the envelope with the wand.
—very inarticulate, tongue-in-cheek, and without staccato intonation.
Even Harry could tell the difference.
Dumbledore motioned for a few people to come over.
When they came in front of that person, they realized that his face was somewhat familiar.
"Professor, is he?"
Harry asked in surprise.
"Yes, this is when I was young..."
When McGuffin heard the answer, although he expected it, he really didn't expect that the old man who always smiled badly would have such a handsome uncle.
Sitting there reading the letter is the young version of Dumbledore, with facial features that barely resemble the shadow of the current principal Dumbledore.
His temple hair is slightly gray, and he has an orange-red beard with a little white on his chin.
He was wearing a gray vest with a wrinkled white shirt inside, a black and blue bow tie slanted to the left, and a gray and white British suit on the outside. There was also a matching coat and a bowler hat on the chair next to it.
On his chest was a silver-white brooch with a snowflake, and a blood-colored gem the size of a fingernail was inlaid in the middle.
Several people had just finished looking at Dumbledore's appearance when he was young.
'He', the young version of Dumbledore in front of him stood up excitedly. He put on his coat indiscriminately, picked up his hat, and walked out of the hall impatiently without tidying up at all.
"Come on, that's the first thing I'm going to tell you..."
Dumbledore said softly.
McGuffin and Harry looked shocked. They didn't expect Dumbledore to show such emotions.
They had thought the old crook had always been that inscrutable.
McGuffin followed Dumbledore and they walked out of the castle.
It was pitch black outside, with no light or wind, only the chirping of some insects and the strange sound from the water of the black lake in the distance.
It looked like the cry of the deep-sea squid or the song of the mermaid.
And by the temperature, McGuffin feels that it is September and October, a cloudy sky.
The young version of Dumbledore waved his wand to light up circles of light on the lawn for illumination.
He pinned the letter in front of him.
Slowly read one word at a time:
— Fu — Fu!
--Buddha!
--wind!
After trying for a long time, he finally pronounced the correct pronunciation, and began to wave his wand and cast spells:
- Hu - the wind!
- Hu - the wind!
After a long time, (actually, it wasn’t long, Dumbledore, the young boss who was standing there, waved his wand, doubling the speed of this repeated memory as if fast-forwarding...)
(Headmaster Dumbledore, who was next to them, explained: "It is a magical spell from a foreign land, which literally means summoning the wind.")
Soon, the sky began to light up, and it could be seen that it was already the night and the sun had risen, but it was still completely covered by the gloomy dark clouds, and only some dim light came through, making it a little bright here.
And this time, finally...
Between heaven and earth, a strong wind began to blow, and it became stronger and stronger.
Even though it was fixed with magic, the letter in front of Dumbledore was still twisting and flying, as if it was about to be blown into the sky in the next moment.
The grass on the lawn was almost broken by the wind, and it was crushed to the ground.
The suit jacket worn by the young Dumbledore also fluttered in the wind, almost being 'scraped off'.
He had to press the hat with his wand hand, grab the envelope with the other hand, and rush back into the castle in a hurry.
At this time, Dumbledore, who was next to McGuffin, waved his wand and explained to them, "That was the first time I tried to cast a spell from a foreign country...a completely different spellcasting system..."
"It was a little later that I discovered that the violent wind I summoned just now was the prelude to the storm... I didn't do anything just now. In fact, I should have noticed that the magic power on my body didn't move at all, so how could it be possible to cast a spell successfully!"
"I don't know what's the point of you showing us this?" Snape interrupted impatiently.
"Be patient! Severus..."
With the wave of Dumbledore's wand, the scene changes...
This time it was dusk, and the sun reflected the orange-red sunset glow of fish scales on the ridge.
Extraordinarily beautiful.
They were still outside Hogwarts Castle, but this time they seemed to be on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where Hagrid lived.
But at this time, there was no Hagrid's hut.
Still the young version of Professor Dumbledore, he was very well prepared this time, first cast a rainproof spell on himself, and then fixed himself (especially the clothes).
And finally start casting the spell:
"—breathing the wind!"
As the young version of Dumbledore shouted loudly, the originally clear sky began to quickly darken.
There was almost no light, and the Forbidden Forest was completely plunged into darkness.
A small orb with faint blue light began to slowly float out from the tip of Dumbledore's wand.
He cried out again, "—Where the wind!"
The constantly howling wind blew the trees in the Forbidden Forest into collisions and frictions, rustling.
The leaves kept flying.
For a moment, the entire sky was filled with the sound of howling winds whistling and dancing.
At this moment, Principal Dumbledore, the old version of the professor next to McGuffin and the others, waved his wand, completely stopping the picture in memory like a pause.
He explained to McGuffin and Harry, who were watching all this with wide eyes, "Later, when I communicated with that wizard pen pal from the East again, I found out that he forgot to tell me that before the spell 'breathing the wind', there is a pre-set spell to be activated..."
"Call the cloud!"
Dumbledore looked at McGuffin and said in very standard Mandarin.
"And when I got that foreign spell, after nearly a month of rainy sky, after feeling and trying many times, I actually cast the effect of this spell without using the correct spell and standard casting ritual..."
"What are you trying to say! Albus..." Snape became more and more impatient, he frowned at all this, "Although the spell you mentioned is indeed interesting and novel...but what does it have to do with Harry and McGuffin!"
Dumbledore didn't answer, but instead asked them, "Do you know what magic is?"
Dumbledore seemed to regard the two adult wizards in front of him as his students.
"Harry?"
"Professor, I feel that as long as you practice hard, you can master unfamiliar magic..."
Snape sneered, interrupting Harry.
"Magic is a talent that only a few people can bloom...and wizards have different talents. It is not easy to succeed...isn't Neville Longbottom the most favorable example?"
Without thinking about it, he was very annoyed and gave a very Slytherin answer.
Of course, this is also the most mainstream understanding of magic in the British magic world in the past century.
But obviously Dumbledore couldn't have asked such a stupid question to two adult wizards.
Lupine thought for a while, contacted the memories they had just seen and replied, "Dumbledore, do you want to tell Harry and McGuffin that magic has little to do with spells? But this is the content of Hogwarts students after they pass the adult wizard certificate. Isn't it too early for them to be exposed to this content?"
But it was obvious that Lupine was thinking too much, Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.
"Albert?"
McGuffin looked at Dumbledore's smiling face, considered it for a while, recalled what Dumbledore said just now, and said slowly, "Is it... a miracle? Magic should be a miracle! We...or only some people can feel everything that exists in this kind of nature, and then reproduce it. In the eyes of Muggles, this is a miracle."
"That's very good! It seems that you should also come into contact with it and feel this level of curse... Levitation curse!" Dumbledore asked, and then continued, "The curse itself is a kind of presentation and expression of our state of the world itself... We express it through magic power, showing our views and cognition of the world!"
"The only thing we are luckier than Muggles is that we can feel magic, and their brains, or souls can't touch things beyond their own boundaries... that is magic!"
"Of course we have boundaries, but it's hard for most wizards to realize such boundaries!"
"Remember, MacGuffin, Harry! The magic spell reflects the sensations in our body, and it stimulates the sum of everything we know about ourselves in our consciousness. Therefore, the effects of the magic spells cast by them are roughly the same in different countries and languages."
"But Professor McGonagall said that when you pronounce the wrong spell, there will be terrible and unexpected consequences!" Harry asked in bewilderment, this is completely different from what he learned about little wizards needing extremely precise pronunciation and gestures to cast magic... completely different, fundamentally different.
"That's because language is the strongest source of stimulation. When our brain uses magic, the first impression or subconscious often determines the effect of our magic!"
"In order to achieve the most stable and risk-free magic effect, in modern magic reforms, we continue to summarize spell-casting experience, so that little wizards can practice the most natural spells, spell-casting gestures, all actions and language that can remind you of magical effects in your subconscious... So the spell is not the key, the feeling in your subconscious... the construction of magic in the brain is the key..."
Dumbledore explained a lot, but Harry was obviously at a loss, while McGuffin had some clues. He had some ideas about the black magic of Voldemort and the magic boundaries that Les Finley said in the second grade.
But this is not the time to think about it, what does Dumbledore mean by saying so much.
Dumbledore continued:
"Because the magic is constructed by our consciousness, all kinds of emotions, positive, negative, fear, anger, joy, love, curiosity, all kinds of desires and feelings, and even certain beliefs can also drive us to use magic... And it will make magic more powerful and difficult to control. This is also the basic characteristic of ancient magic. I think McGuffin should understand this point..."
"Professor, it's too early for Harry and the others to get in touch with this!" Lupine said nervously.
"When they want to learn the Patronus Charm and Occlumency, they must master some of these basic contents! This time it will make it easier for them to understand what the magic they are learning is?"
"Okay... let's start the next journey!"
Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "Severus, Lupine...the next thing will be useful to the other side, otherwise I wouldn't have called you here, but I hope you can accept this statement!"
"At this time, the most mysterious secret is hidden in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. Most wizards will not admit to this incident, and even Voldemort does not know all about it..."
"This thing still happened when I was young..."
He sighed, and waved his wand again.
—The silver-white memory in the last retort also flowed out.
……
The Forbidden Forest disappeared, and this time the scene changed a little longer.They seem to have passed through another colorful and bright tunnel, their eyes are full of colors that are constantly changing shapes, and they are flying across various distorted scenes.
When finally everything is fixed.
The cold wind whizzed and hit me head-on.
They landed on a busy Muggle street.
It was crowded with Muggles, shoulders rubbing each other.
Heavy snow is slowly falling in the sky.
Christmas carols were heard from the shops on the side of the road, and the windows and signboards were filled with various festive neon lights, and there was a tall Christmas tree erected at the entrance of each store... It was full of all kinds of beautifully packaged gifts.
Muggles wearing scarves, suits and leather shoes, men and women dressed up, are entering the various stores in twos and threes.
In addition to the Christmas decorations, there are all kinds of gorgeous posters outside.
And the storefront has a Roman-Greek style of decoration... In addition to Christmas carols, there are other grand music.
— the street is full of Muggle theaters.
After McGuffin and Harry stabilized their bodies, they both reacted.
Soon, they found a young version of Dumbledore again.
This time he looked older than before.
Lines had begun to accumulate on his face, and a large part of his hair had begun to gray under his bowler hat.
Wearing a blue-gray suit, he was looking expectantly into the Muggle theater.
But then... not just a few of them suddenly appeared on this street.
On this bustling street, figures in black robes suddenly appeared one by one.
—the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic!
They frowned as they looked at the swarms of Muggles around them.
Start waving your wand.
"Forget it all!"
"Expel Muggles!"
Following the casting of the Memory Charm and the Muggle Repelling Curse, the Muggles stared blankly one by one, and began to slowly spread out from the street.
At this point, the unaffected, young version of Dumbledore, who was still in place, was clearly shown.
"Albus Dumbledore!"
One of the wizards yelled in surprise.
(End of this chapter)
"This is?"
McGuffin shook his body, and after standing still, he found that he was still in the Hogwarts castle school.
It just seems to be in the restaurant of Hogwarts Castle that has not been renovated yet.
No, there's still something... not the same as McGuffin remembered, the old decoration here is a little newer.
—Is this so?
At this time, Harry next to him began to gasp, and he seemed to wake up like McGuffin, and recognized that this was the Hogwarts Castle from a long time ago.
It was now the middle of the night, and the thousands of inexhaustible magic candles floating under the ceiling of the auditorium had already been extinguished, and the only source of light was the stream of fire exhaled by the stone monsters sitting on the walls on both sides. The flames gushing out of their fangs and sharp mouths were lighting the brazier hanging in the center.
The flame flickered and illuminated the empty auditorium below.
On one of the four long tables, sat a lonely figure.
He was holding a letter and reading it carefully, holding a wand from time to time to read the text on the envelope, speaking non-standard Chinese.
It's just that it is completely different from the accent that comes out after reading the writing on the envelope with the wand.
—very inarticulate, tongue-in-cheek, and without staccato intonation.
Even Harry could tell the difference.
Dumbledore motioned for a few people to come over.
When they came in front of that person, they realized that his face was somewhat familiar.
"Professor, is he?"
Harry asked in surprise.
"Yes, this is when I was young..."
When McGuffin heard the answer, although he expected it, he really didn't expect that the old man who always smiled badly would have such a handsome uncle.
Sitting there reading the letter is the young version of Dumbledore, with facial features that barely resemble the shadow of the current principal Dumbledore.
His temple hair is slightly gray, and he has an orange-red beard with a little white on his chin.
He was wearing a gray vest with a wrinkled white shirt inside, a black and blue bow tie slanted to the left, and a gray and white British suit on the outside. There was also a matching coat and a bowler hat on the chair next to it.
On his chest was a silver-white brooch with a snowflake, and a blood-colored gem the size of a fingernail was inlaid in the middle.
Several people had just finished looking at Dumbledore's appearance when he was young.
'He', the young version of Dumbledore in front of him stood up excitedly. He put on his coat indiscriminately, picked up his hat, and walked out of the hall impatiently without tidying up at all.
"Come on, that's the first thing I'm going to tell you..."
Dumbledore said softly.
McGuffin and Harry looked shocked. They didn't expect Dumbledore to show such emotions.
They had thought the old crook had always been that inscrutable.
McGuffin followed Dumbledore and they walked out of the castle.
It was pitch black outside, with no light or wind, only the chirping of some insects and the strange sound from the water of the black lake in the distance.
It looked like the cry of the deep-sea squid or the song of the mermaid.
And by the temperature, McGuffin feels that it is September and October, a cloudy sky.
The young version of Dumbledore waved his wand to light up circles of light on the lawn for illumination.
He pinned the letter in front of him.
Slowly read one word at a time:
— Fu — Fu!
--Buddha!
--wind!
After trying for a long time, he finally pronounced the correct pronunciation, and began to wave his wand and cast spells:
- Hu - the wind!
- Hu - the wind!
After a long time, (actually, it wasn’t long, Dumbledore, the young boss who was standing there, waved his wand, doubling the speed of this repeated memory as if fast-forwarding...)
(Headmaster Dumbledore, who was next to them, explained: "It is a magical spell from a foreign land, which literally means summoning the wind.")
Soon, the sky began to light up, and it could be seen that it was already the night and the sun had risen, but it was still completely covered by the gloomy dark clouds, and only some dim light came through, making it a little bright here.
And this time, finally...
Between heaven and earth, a strong wind began to blow, and it became stronger and stronger.
Even though it was fixed with magic, the letter in front of Dumbledore was still twisting and flying, as if it was about to be blown into the sky in the next moment.
The grass on the lawn was almost broken by the wind, and it was crushed to the ground.
The suit jacket worn by the young Dumbledore also fluttered in the wind, almost being 'scraped off'.
He had to press the hat with his wand hand, grab the envelope with the other hand, and rush back into the castle in a hurry.
At this time, Dumbledore, who was next to McGuffin, waved his wand and explained to them, "That was the first time I tried to cast a spell from a foreign country...a completely different spellcasting system..."
"It was a little later that I discovered that the violent wind I summoned just now was the prelude to the storm... I didn't do anything just now. In fact, I should have noticed that the magic power on my body didn't move at all, so how could it be possible to cast a spell successfully!"
"I don't know what's the point of you showing us this?" Snape interrupted impatiently.
"Be patient! Severus..."
With the wave of Dumbledore's wand, the scene changes...
This time it was dusk, and the sun reflected the orange-red sunset glow of fish scales on the ridge.
Extraordinarily beautiful.
They were still outside Hogwarts Castle, but this time they seemed to be on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where Hagrid lived.
But at this time, there was no Hagrid's hut.
Still the young version of Professor Dumbledore, he was very well prepared this time, first cast a rainproof spell on himself, and then fixed himself (especially the clothes).
And finally start casting the spell:
"—breathing the wind!"
As the young version of Dumbledore shouted loudly, the originally clear sky began to quickly darken.
There was almost no light, and the Forbidden Forest was completely plunged into darkness.
A small orb with faint blue light began to slowly float out from the tip of Dumbledore's wand.
He cried out again, "—Where the wind!"
The constantly howling wind blew the trees in the Forbidden Forest into collisions and frictions, rustling.
The leaves kept flying.
For a moment, the entire sky was filled with the sound of howling winds whistling and dancing.
At this moment, Principal Dumbledore, the old version of the professor next to McGuffin and the others, waved his wand, completely stopping the picture in memory like a pause.
He explained to McGuffin and Harry, who were watching all this with wide eyes, "Later, when I communicated with that wizard pen pal from the East again, I found out that he forgot to tell me that before the spell 'breathing the wind', there is a pre-set spell to be activated..."
"Call the cloud!"
Dumbledore looked at McGuffin and said in very standard Mandarin.
"And when I got that foreign spell, after nearly a month of rainy sky, after feeling and trying many times, I actually cast the effect of this spell without using the correct spell and standard casting ritual..."
"What are you trying to say! Albus..." Snape became more and more impatient, he frowned at all this, "Although the spell you mentioned is indeed interesting and novel...but what does it have to do with Harry and McGuffin!"
Dumbledore didn't answer, but instead asked them, "Do you know what magic is?"
Dumbledore seemed to regard the two adult wizards in front of him as his students.
"Harry?"
"Professor, I feel that as long as you practice hard, you can master unfamiliar magic..."
Snape sneered, interrupting Harry.
"Magic is a talent that only a few people can bloom...and wizards have different talents. It is not easy to succeed...isn't Neville Longbottom the most favorable example?"
Without thinking about it, he was very annoyed and gave a very Slytherin answer.
Of course, this is also the most mainstream understanding of magic in the British magic world in the past century.
But obviously Dumbledore couldn't have asked such a stupid question to two adult wizards.
Lupine thought for a while, contacted the memories they had just seen and replied, "Dumbledore, do you want to tell Harry and McGuffin that magic has little to do with spells? But this is the content of Hogwarts students after they pass the adult wizard certificate. Isn't it too early for them to be exposed to this content?"
But it was obvious that Lupine was thinking too much, Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.
"Albert?"
McGuffin looked at Dumbledore's smiling face, considered it for a while, recalled what Dumbledore said just now, and said slowly, "Is it... a miracle? Magic should be a miracle! We...or only some people can feel everything that exists in this kind of nature, and then reproduce it. In the eyes of Muggles, this is a miracle."
"That's very good! It seems that you should also come into contact with it and feel this level of curse... Levitation curse!" Dumbledore asked, and then continued, "The curse itself is a kind of presentation and expression of our state of the world itself... We express it through magic power, showing our views and cognition of the world!"
"The only thing we are luckier than Muggles is that we can feel magic, and their brains, or souls can't touch things beyond their own boundaries... that is magic!"
"Of course we have boundaries, but it's hard for most wizards to realize such boundaries!"
"Remember, MacGuffin, Harry! The magic spell reflects the sensations in our body, and it stimulates the sum of everything we know about ourselves in our consciousness. Therefore, the effects of the magic spells cast by them are roughly the same in different countries and languages."
"But Professor McGonagall said that when you pronounce the wrong spell, there will be terrible and unexpected consequences!" Harry asked in bewilderment, this is completely different from what he learned about little wizards needing extremely precise pronunciation and gestures to cast magic... completely different, fundamentally different.
"That's because language is the strongest source of stimulation. When our brain uses magic, the first impression or subconscious often determines the effect of our magic!"
"In order to achieve the most stable and risk-free magic effect, in modern magic reforms, we continue to summarize spell-casting experience, so that little wizards can practice the most natural spells, spell-casting gestures, all actions and language that can remind you of magical effects in your subconscious... So the spell is not the key, the feeling in your subconscious... the construction of magic in the brain is the key..."
Dumbledore explained a lot, but Harry was obviously at a loss, while McGuffin had some clues. He had some ideas about the black magic of Voldemort and the magic boundaries that Les Finley said in the second grade.
But this is not the time to think about it, what does Dumbledore mean by saying so much.
Dumbledore continued:
"Because the magic is constructed by our consciousness, all kinds of emotions, positive, negative, fear, anger, joy, love, curiosity, all kinds of desires and feelings, and even certain beliefs can also drive us to use magic... And it will make magic more powerful and difficult to control. This is also the basic characteristic of ancient magic. I think McGuffin should understand this point..."
"Professor, it's too early for Harry and the others to get in touch with this!" Lupine said nervously.
"When they want to learn the Patronus Charm and Occlumency, they must master some of these basic contents! This time it will make it easier for them to understand what the magic they are learning is?"
"Okay... let's start the next journey!"
Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "Severus, Lupine...the next thing will be useful to the other side, otherwise I wouldn't have called you here, but I hope you can accept this statement!"
"At this time, the most mysterious secret is hidden in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. Most wizards will not admit to this incident, and even Voldemort does not know all about it..."
"This thing still happened when I was young..."
He sighed, and waved his wand again.
—The silver-white memory in the last retort also flowed out.
……
The Forbidden Forest disappeared, and this time the scene changed a little longer.They seem to have passed through another colorful and bright tunnel, their eyes are full of colors that are constantly changing shapes, and they are flying across various distorted scenes.
When finally everything is fixed.
The cold wind whizzed and hit me head-on.
They landed on a busy Muggle street.
It was crowded with Muggles, shoulders rubbing each other.
Heavy snow is slowly falling in the sky.
Christmas carols were heard from the shops on the side of the road, and the windows and signboards were filled with various festive neon lights, and there was a tall Christmas tree erected at the entrance of each store... It was full of all kinds of beautifully packaged gifts.
Muggles wearing scarves, suits and leather shoes, men and women dressed up, are entering the various stores in twos and threes.
In addition to the Christmas decorations, there are all kinds of gorgeous posters outside.
And the storefront has a Roman-Greek style of decoration... In addition to Christmas carols, there are other grand music.
— the street is full of Muggle theaters.
After McGuffin and Harry stabilized their bodies, they both reacted.
Soon, they found a young version of Dumbledore again.
This time he looked older than before.
Lines had begun to accumulate on his face, and a large part of his hair had begun to gray under his bowler hat.
Wearing a blue-gray suit, he was looking expectantly into the Muggle theater.
But then... not just a few of them suddenly appeared on this street.
On this bustling street, figures in black robes suddenly appeared one by one.
—the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic!
They frowned as they looked at the swarms of Muggles around them.
Start waving your wand.
"Forget it all!"
"Expel Muggles!"
Following the casting of the Memory Charm and the Muggle Repelling Curse, the Muggles stared blankly one by one, and began to slowly spread out from the street.
At this point, the unaffected, young version of Dumbledore, who was still in place, was clearly shown.
"Albus Dumbledore!"
One of the wizards yelled in surprise.
(End of this chapter)
