Chapter 325 Memories of the past
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"Okay." Dumbledore said, "Put your head down and it will take you into a memory. We can talk about the rest after we finish reading this memory."
As he spoke, Dumbledore picked up his wand and tapped the basin. The ink quickly rotated and then became transparent, vaguely revealing the appearance of a wooden room inside.
Soul raised his head and glanced at Dumbledore, then without hesitation lowered his head and got close to the transparent liquid. The moment his eyelashes touched the liquid, a strong gravity pulled his whole body in.
Only when Suer felt himself landing on the ground did he see the scene in front of him clearly. He landed in a room filled with crystal balls and colorful pieces of cloth with strange symbols hanging on the walls. .
In front of him was a long table. In addition to crystal balls of various sizes, there were also porcelain cups with black residue left one after another.
Su Er sniffed slightly and could smell an indescribable, strong smell.
"This is Sybil's room." Dumbledore's voice sounded from behind Soul, "Wait a minute, I'll be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly pleading voice came from behind the two of them. Sur turned around and looked. Dumbledore, whose appearance was not much different from his current appearance, walked in from the door behind the two of them, followed closely by Dumbledore. Behind Blido is the liar and a bit neurotic in Hermione's mouth---Professor Sybill Trelawney.
She was wearing an exaggerated outfit, with two large round earrings hanging from her ears, and a pair of round-framed lace glasses. When she walked around, the strange pendants on her body jingled, and she hung them behind Dumbledore, pleading. say,
"Please, Headmaster Dumbledore, I need this job."
"I personally am willing to leave a position for you, Sybil. I know your abilities better than anyone else." Dumbledore responded while passing through Soul's body.
Su Er touched his body in confusion. Although he was penetrated, he felt nothing.
"Here, we are just viewers. Nothing is more real than being there." Dumbledore looked at Soul and chuckled.
"That...that..." Professor Trelawney pursed her lips.
"Actually, I didn't come to you to give you a notice of resignation, Sybil, although the school directors and students have criticized your teaching methods." Dumbledore turned to Trelawney and smiled. Said.
Professor Trelawney breathed a sigh of relief and murmured while stroking her chest.
"Yes, I know, Principal Dumbledore, you are so kind. It's not that I don't want to teach the students something useful. In fact, divination is a subject that requires talent. If you don't have talent, you don't have talent. How can I teach it? It's all useless, you know, you know..."
"I know, Sybil." Dumbledore interrupted Trelawney, "I came to you this time for another thing. I want you to make a prophecy."
"Prophecy?" Trelawney paused, a flash of panic flashed in her eyes, but she managed to calm down, "Oh, yes, of course, I inherited my great-grandmother's talent. You know, I mean, I Of course I can help you predict. What do you want to know? About the future."
"I want to know what Tom Riddle's next move will be." Dumbledore said calmly, as if he didn't notice Trelawney's panic.
"Tom Riddle?" Trelawney blinked in confusion, then immediately reacted and took a few panicked steps back.
But behind her was the long table, and she had no choice but to lean on it, breathing heavily and caressing her chest uncontrollably, looking frightened.
"What's the problem, Sybil?"
"Ah...of course, no problem, of course, Principal, I follow your instructions, please wait a moment." Professor Trelawney's tone was panic, but she turned around very quickly and sat down behind the desk. Come down, stammered.
"I need some time, principal. Just a moment. I need to open my third eye. I can see, see... what you want to see."
Dumbledore nodded noncommittally.
Professor Trelawney sat at the table, breathing calmly, took the teapot, poured some water into a teacup with residue, stretched out her little finger to dip some liquid, and mumbled something incomprehensible. , then flicked his arm upward and then downward, and a drop of water passed through Sur's body.
Then, Professor Trelawney tapped her forehead with her little finger dipped in water.
After finishing this, she reached for the largest crystal ball, then closed her eyes, put her hand on the crystal ball, kept rotating and stroking it, shaking her head, and kept mumbling something.
Except that she didn't get up to do some weird dances, she was no different from a goddess who danced with great gods.
Soul curled his lips speechlessly. No wonder Hermione didn't treat her with the same respect she had for professors in the past. Looking at these cumbersome 'rituals', they really looked like pretending...
"Let me see, let me see." Professor Trelawney suddenly opened her eyes after completing the 'ritual', staring closely at the crystal ball, as if she wanted to rub herself into the ball in front of her. .
"My Third Eye, let me see about...about Tom Riddle..."
There was another moment of silence, and Soul couldn't help but look up at Dumbledore on the side, wondering if his eyesight was dim. The sight of Trelawney playing tricks in front of him subverted Soul's imagination.
Oh, although Trelawney does have a bit of a thing in some moments...
In the past, Dumbledore was calm and waited patiently.
At this time, Professor Trelawney suddenly spoke up, her tone was horrified, her body leaned back hard, and her eyes rolled back hard.
"Blood!!" she said in horror, "I saw blood... flowing on the ground, a thick layer of blood, blood that dyed the Thames River red..."
"There are still people, many people, they are wailing and crying, and more are lying silently on the cold floor..."
Trelawney's acting was really exaggerated. Even Soul could see it, let alone another old man. There was a trace of disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes, and he didn't seem ready to stay here. Turn around and walk towards the door.
But at this moment, Trelawney's voice sounded again, and Sur watched her suddenly straighten her body, but her head hung deeply on her chest, and her hair was scattered in front of her.
Her voice was not as mysterious as before, instead it was a hoarse, harsh voice---
"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... He is born into a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times..."
Dumbledore suddenly turned around, his blue eyes shining behind his lenses.
"Born at the end of the seventh month of the year.. The Dark Lord marks him as a powerful enemy. He has powers that the Dark Lord cannot understand... One must die at the hands of the other... because both of them are There is no way to survive..Only one..Only one can survive..”
"That person, the person with the power to defeat the Dark Lord, was born at the end of the seventh...month..."
"Clang..." At this time, there was a sound outside the door.
"Who!" Dumbledore asked in a deep voice...
Su Er couldn't see what happened next. The memory ended here. The space he was in suddenly collapsed into a ball of ink, and an invisible hand grabbed him and pulled him upwards.
As he spoke, Dumbledore picked up his wand and tapped the basin. The ink quickly rotated and then became transparent, vaguely revealing the appearance of a wooden room inside.
Soul raised his head and glanced at Dumbledore, then without hesitation lowered his head and got close to the transparent liquid. The moment his eyelashes touched the liquid, a strong gravity pulled his whole body in.
Only when Suer felt himself landing on the ground did he see the scene in front of him clearly. He landed in a room filled with crystal balls and colorful pieces of cloth with strange symbols hanging on the walls. .
In front of him was a long table. In addition to crystal balls of various sizes, there were also porcelain cups with black residue left one after another.
Su Er sniffed slightly and could smell an indescribable, strong smell.
"This is Sybil's room." Dumbledore's voice sounded from behind Soul, "Wait a minute, I'll be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly pleading voice came from behind the two of them. Sur turned around and looked. Dumbledore, whose appearance was not much different from his current appearance, walked in from the door behind the two of them, followed closely by Dumbledore. Behind Blido is the liar and a bit neurotic in Hermione's mouth---Professor Sybill Trelawney.
She was wearing an exaggerated outfit, with two large round earrings hanging from her ears, and a pair of round-framed lace glasses. When she walked around, the strange pendants on her body jingled, and she hung them behind Dumbledore, pleading. say,
"Please, Headmaster Dumbledore, I need this job."
"I personally am willing to leave a position for you, Sybil. I know your abilities better than anyone else." Dumbledore responded while passing through Soul's body.
Su Er touched his body in confusion. Although he was penetrated, he felt nothing.
"Here, we are just viewers. Nothing is more real than being there." Dumbledore looked at Soul and chuckled.
"That...that..." Professor Trelawney pursed her lips.
"Actually, I didn't come to you to give you a notice of resignation, Sybil, although the school directors and students have criticized your teaching methods." Dumbledore turned to Trelawney and smiled. Said.
Professor Trelawney breathed a sigh of relief and murmured while stroking her chest.
"Yes, I know, Principal Dumbledore, you are so kind. It's not that I don't want to teach the students something useful. In fact, divination is a subject that requires talent. If you don't have talent, you don't have talent. How can I teach it? It's all useless, you know, you know..."
"I know, Sybil." Dumbledore interrupted Trelawney, "I came to you this time for another thing. I want you to make a prophecy."
"Prophecy?" Trelawney paused, a flash of panic flashed in her eyes, but she managed to calm down, "Oh, yes, of course, I inherited my great-grandmother's talent. You know, I mean, I Of course I can help you predict. What do you want to know? About the future."
"I want to know what Tom Riddle's next move will be." Dumbledore said calmly, as if he didn't notice Trelawney's panic.
"Tom Riddle?" Trelawney blinked in confusion, then immediately reacted and took a few panicked steps back.
But behind her was the long table, and she had no choice but to lean on it, breathing heavily and caressing her chest uncontrollably, looking frightened.
"What's the problem, Sybil?"
"Ah...of course, no problem, of course, Principal, I follow your instructions, please wait a moment." Professor Trelawney's tone was panic, but she turned around very quickly and sat down behind the desk. Come down, stammered.
"I need some time, principal. Just a moment. I need to open my third eye. I can see, see... what you want to see."
Dumbledore nodded noncommittally.
Professor Trelawney sat at the table, breathing calmly, took the teapot, poured some water into a teacup with residue, stretched out her little finger to dip some liquid, and mumbled something incomprehensible. , then flicked his arm upward and then downward, and a drop of water passed through Sur's body.
Then, Professor Trelawney tapped her forehead with her little finger dipped in water.
After finishing this, she reached for the largest crystal ball, then closed her eyes, put her hand on the crystal ball, kept rotating and stroking it, shaking her head, and kept mumbling something.
Except that she didn't get up to do some weird dances, she was no different from a goddess who danced with great gods.
Soul curled his lips speechlessly. No wonder Hermione didn't treat her with the same respect she had for professors in the past. Looking at these cumbersome 'rituals', they really looked like pretending...
"Let me see, let me see." Professor Trelawney suddenly opened her eyes after completing the 'ritual', staring closely at the crystal ball, as if she wanted to rub herself into the ball in front of her. .
"My Third Eye, let me see about...about Tom Riddle..."
There was another moment of silence, and Soul couldn't help but look up at Dumbledore on the side, wondering if his eyesight was dim. The sight of Trelawney playing tricks in front of him subverted Soul's imagination.
Oh, although Trelawney does have a bit of a thing in some moments...
In the past, Dumbledore was calm and waited patiently.
At this time, Professor Trelawney suddenly spoke up, her tone was horrified, her body leaned back hard, and her eyes rolled back hard.
"Blood!!" she said in horror, "I saw blood... flowing on the ground, a thick layer of blood, blood that dyed the Thames River red..."
"There are still people, many people, they are wailing and crying, and more are lying silently on the cold floor..."
Trelawney's acting was really exaggerated. Even Soul could see it, let alone another old man. There was a trace of disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes, and he didn't seem ready to stay here. Turn around and walk towards the door.
But at this moment, Trelawney's voice sounded again, and Sur watched her suddenly straighten her body, but her head hung deeply on her chest, and her hair was scattered in front of her.
Her voice was not as mysterious as before, instead it was a hoarse, harsh voice---
"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... He is born into a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times..."
Dumbledore suddenly turned around, his blue eyes shining behind his lenses.
"Born at the end of the seventh month of the year.. The Dark Lord marks him as a powerful enemy. He has powers that the Dark Lord cannot understand... One must die at the hands of the other... because both of them are There is no way to survive..Only one..Only one can survive..”
"That person, the person with the power to defeat the Dark Lord, was born at the end of the seventh...month..."
"Clang..." At this time, there was a sound outside the door.
"Who!" Dumbledore asked in a deep voice...
Su Er couldn't see what happened next. The memory ended here. The space he was in suddenly collapsed into a ball of ink, and an invisible hand grabbed him and pulled him upwards.
