The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"So why does Mammy suspect that you did it?" Dumbledore was a little curious: wouldn't it be better if you insist on not admitting this kind of thing?

"Because I usually don't like apples, I often throw away half of the apples I ate - but I did finish eating that day." Tom explained to Dumbledore. He was thankful that Dumbledore didn't say anything like "a slap doesn't make a sound".

A lot of things are really unpredictable disasters. All those who say "a slap can't be clapped", Tom suggested that they slap themselves and see if a slap can actually be clapped.

But recalling other experiences in the orphanage, Tom felt that this mama was actually okay, but her mouth was a little bit poisonous and her temper was a little bit irritable.

Then the scene in the Pensieve changed.

"This is for you."

"A withered flower?"

"No, you see..."

"Monster! You are a monster!" The little girl ran away quickly, and a blooming flower was thrown into the withered bushes, which was out of tune with the withered environment around her...

Tom scratched his head. He didn't expect that he would have performed such a magical operation when he was a child.

"If Miss Granger sees this memory, you may end up badly." Dumbledore winked playfully and made fun of Tom.

"No, she'll just be happy, I did the same thing to her, she didn't call me a monster, and I approached the girl just to take advantage of her. I hope her parents can adopt me - of course, You know how it turned out." Tom's mouth was as hard as a baguette that had been sitting for a week.

"I see," Dumbledore stroked his beard, "then I will chat with Miss Granger one day—"

"It's not necessary." Tom waved his hands again and again. At this time, the memory fragments in the Pensieve had finished playing, and the Pensieve was back to its original state: like a piece of flowing silver, emitting a faint glow.

"It doesn't look like there's much to gain."

"Actually, there is still a lot to gain—" Dumbledore interjected on the side.

"For me!" Tom stared at the old urchin and added to his statement.

However, the ability to make withered flowers bloom again in memory caught Tom's attention. Before he became a wizard, he could use this ability freely. But after entering Hogwarts and learning magic for a few years, he lost this skill, which made him feel a little strange.

Can the teaching of Hogwarts still make people regress?

Taking advantage of Dumbledore's presence, Tom asked Dumbledore his own question. Hearing this question, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with an imperceptible sadness.

"Magic is a wonderful thing, Tom," Dumbledore looked at Tom through his spectacles, "little wizards have a hard time controlling their magic, and sometimes perform very unexpected, even profound, magic. Your ability to revive plants, Mr. Potter's ability to make glass disappear, fall down stairs and then float, etc., all fall into this category, but these special abilities fade away as you learn to control your magic ."

Dumbledore explained to Tom the reasons why the little wizard could achieve various magical operations, and also taught Tom a spell with similar effects under Tom's soft grinding and hard foaming.

"This spell can make withered plants revive again. Why do you learn this spell?"

"You'll find out sooner or later." Tom sold out and refused to reveal it for the time being.

After chatting for a while, Tom started the second attempt. This time, the memories he extracted were even more broken and bleak, giving people the feeling that they could be blown away in one breath.

Fortunately, the Pensieve was right in front of him, so Tom easily threw the memory fragment into it.

This time the image was dimmer and flickering, giving it a very shaky feel, as if playing a movie with a dying old projector and a reel of old film.

However, it can be seen from the specific background that it was a rainy night, and a person was holding "self" and walking in the rain.

Um? Tom felt as though he had seen a useful memory. It's a pity that the light in the memory fragments is too dim, and the memory itself is also very fragmented, and he can't see the details in the memory at all.

Tom wanted to see more clearly, so he subconsciously stretched out his head and brought his face closer to the liquid surface of the Pensieve. Dumbledore grabbed him at once.

"This memory is not stable enough, and it will be ejected when you enter it." Dumbledore said softly while scrutinizing the memory carefully.

The rain in the memory picture was getting heavier and heavier. Tom was also brought to a building by the mysterious figure. The man who had been holding Tom bent down and put Tom under the eaves of the building. The protruding door The eaves and the steps above the ground make it a dry open space, where the rain can't get in and the water can't flood it.

Just as he bent down, a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, briefly illuminating the field of vision, and revealing the silhouette of the mysterious figure from the darkness~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Tom's eyes widened——this He looked like someone he knew, a mysterious man!

Tom saw a strand of black hair and a piece of monocle. After the heavy rain fell on the man, it quickly slid to the ground, and even the corners of his clothes were not wet. While bending over, the man shoved a note into Tom's bag. The lightning was fleeting, the picture fell into darkness again, and the man's face was blurred again.

At this time, the picture began to shake violently, the man seemed to have done something, and then the entire memory fragment completely collapsed.

That memory disappeared.

Tom and Dumbledore fell silent.

"Now I know where my name came from." Tom laughed at himself, but Dumbledore didn't respond to Tom's self-deprecation.

"It's getting late." After a few seconds, Dumbledore looked up at the clock on the wall, "Is it here today?"

Although Dumbledore used an interrogative sentence, it was actually an imperative sentence.

Tom obediently left the principal's office.

Along the way, his mind was full of big and small questions. He eagerly wanted to know if the person holding him in that memory was the one he had guessed, and he also wanted to know who the Evans who called himself "The Raven's Claw" was? Where did this man come from, where is he going, and what is he doing now?

He went back to the bedroom like this and climbed into his bed. Tom felt that he needed a good night's sleep now. In this way, he fell asleep with a mind full of questions.

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More to offer, good night.