Chapter 261: The Use of the Pensieve

"Headmaster! You have to uphold justice for me!"

Inside the Headmaster's office.

John hugged Dumbledore's arm, crying and complaining about his grievances.

Dumbledore also had a headache.

Who would have thought that someone would have the face to run to him to cry and complain after being caught by Professor McGonagall for causing trouble, and also take the last lemon sherbet in his drawer.

"Cough... Minerva must have her reasons for doing this, just behave yourself for a week and don't cause any more trouble..."

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly and said.

Just at this time, Professor Snape came.

As soon as he entered, he saw John hugging Dumbledore's arm like a plaster, "tsked" in disgust, and then looked at Dumbledore.

"Mr. Potter just came to me, saying he wants to practice Occlumency again. What do you think?"

"That's a good thing."

Before Dumbledore could answer, John responded first.

But after being glared at by Professor Snape, he shut up.

Dumbledore smiled slightly and nodded.

At the end of last semester, Professor Snape came to report to him that Harry couldn't learn it and had a quarrel with him and stopped learning.

It seems that after the Mr. Weasley incident, he has realized it again.

"Then continue to teach him, Severus. It doesn't hurt to have a little more patience with him."

"Hmph... the Dark Lord won't be so leisurely."

Regarding Dumbledore's words, Professor Snape snorted coldly and turned to leave.

John watched Professor Snape leave, then let go of Dumbledore and asked strangely.

"It's the Mysterious Man, it's the Dark Lord, Voldemort really has many nicknames. No, wait, Voldemort is also a nickname."

Hearing John's words, Dumbledore blinked and looked at him and asked.

"You know Voldemort's real name?"

"Yeah, Sirius told me, said it's Tom Riddle, right."

John nodded, sat back in the seat in front of the desk, and continued to speak.

"Actually, I came today because I also want to understand Voldemort as a person from you."

"Always hearing you talk about him, but it seems I have never understood him."

Dumbledore looked at John, smiled slightly, and continued to ask.

"Why are you suddenly so concerned about Voldemort?"

"Well, I can't be ignorant of my future opponent."

John shrugged and said noncommittally.

"When I went to St. Mungo's, I met Neville's parents there..."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore naturally understood what was going on.

Before, he had always hoped that John could take on part of the burden of resisting Voldemort and become Harry's help.

But John had always been plain and indifferent. Although he didn't refuse, he had never shown the initiative he had today.

He didn't expect that after visiting Neville's parents once, it completely ignited the fire in his heart.

Judging from his previous performance, John should be someone who couldn't bear to see others suffer.

And he could always stand up for others unconsciously.

Dumbledore nodded gently and stood up slowly.

"That's good, then I will take you to understand Tom as a person from the beginning."

He beckoned to John, and the two walked together to the Pensieve in the corner of the office.

Then he took out a small bottle sealed with silver threads from the cabinet and poured it into the Pensieve.

This was the first time John had seen the operation of the Pensieve.

I saw that the water surface, which was already glowing, rippled after the silver threads sank into it, as if some intermittent pictures could be seen.

"Put your face in, John."

Hearing this, John was stunned. He looked at Dumbledore's expression that didn't look like a joke, and then looked at the glowing water surface.

He still obediently leaned down and brought his face close to the water surface.

As a result, when his face just probed into the water, his consciousness sank instantly.

The surrounding scene blurred like ink, and finally turned into an unfamiliar Muggle street.

An orphanage stood in front of his eyes suddenly.

John looked at the surrounding scene and was also stunned, not knowing why he was suddenly teleported here.

Could the Pensieve be a portal?

Just when he was confused, a figure holding an umbrella suddenly hit his body and walked straight toward the orphanage.

John was startled again. Did that person just pass through my body?

Looking down, he had no body at all, just a consciousness floating in mid-air.

And he couldn't control himself to follow the person in front of him into the orphanage.

Until this person put down the umbrella and took off the hat, John recognized that this person was Dumbledore, and he looked decades younger.

John understood immediately.

It turned out that this was a memory flashback about Dumbledore.

The memory was still continuing. Dumbledore, who entered the orphanage, walked upstairs under the guidance of the teacher.

"To be honest, I am very surprised by your visit, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Ever since Ms. Merope gave birth to Tom, for so many years, no relative has come to visit Tom."

The teacher led the way while chatting politely with Dumbledore.

From her words, John also heard Voldemort's name.

"To be honest, that child is a bit... strange enough to make one's spine chill."

"No one wants to be friends with him because he always does some dangerous things."

When they reached the corner of the second floor, the teacher also showed a hesitant and lingering attitude and said to Dumbledore.

It seemed she was afraid that the strange child would scare Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't mind, just let the teacher lead the way, and then they came to Tom's room together.

The door was ajar, and a pale boy sat alone by the window, staring blankly at the rain outside.

On his table was an open diary, on the windowsill were seven stones of different shapes but similar sizes, and on the external heating pipe next to it, a yellowed old photo was clipped.

"Hello, Tom."

Dumbledore knocked gently on the door frame.

Tom turned his head slowly, those pitch-black eyes like two deep wells, without a trace of emotional waves.

Eh? Tom didn't look ugly when he was young, and he had hair.

How is it so different from Harry's description?

John scratched his non-existent head with his non-existent hand, staring suspiciously at Tom in Dumbledore's memory.

Tom stared straight at Dumbledore, as if weighing the identity of the person in front of him.

Seeing that Tom didn't speak, Dumbledore didn't care whether he agreed or not, and walked directly into the room and sat on the edge of Tom's bed.

For this uninvited intruder, Tom's face showed a trace of disgust.

"I don't need a psychiatrist."

Tom looked at Dumbledore and said in a very cold tone.

"No Tom, I am not a doctor."

"In fact, I am a professor."

Dumbledore folded his hands gently on his knees, looking at Tom and saying slowly.

Tom frowned, his tone still cold.

"I don't believe it. You always send some strange people to test me."

"I am not sick, and I don't need a doctor."

Facing these words, Dumbledore didn't refute and nodded.

"I know this, so I am not here to treat your illness, but to invite you to enroll." ===== CHAPTER 262 =====