Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 148: Memories in the Pensieve

Seeing the old man standing up slowly, Sean's breathing became uncontrollably rapid. Although Dumbledore had said in the letter during the summer vacation that he would tell the content of the prophecy at the right time, but when this time came, Sean was still a little excited and nervous.

He has guessed the content of the prophecy many times by himself. It may be vague, but the key will definitely point to himself.

What kind of role will he, Sean Wallep, play in the prophecy?

Dumbledore stood up. He didn't speak immediately. He crossed his hands in front of his belly, and quietly stared at the night sky with lake blue eyes.

On the wall, the portraits of the previous Hogwarts headmasters also became serious. They all sat upright, and those wizards who pretended to sleep after Dumbledore returned also opened their eyes and moved closer.

"Sean," Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice was as usual, gentle, steady, full of reassuring feeling, "Have you ever learned anything about prophecy or divination?"

Shawn pondered for a while and said softly: "I bought some books, which mentioned that divination is a branch of magic. It is generally used to predict the future through certain rituals or tools, or to gather insights from past, present, and future events. But, Professor, you said that the more people believe in that prophecy, the more it will come true. I have never heard of this kind of saying..."

Dumbledore did not answer his question. He smiled and said: "In fact, I have always believed that divination is a very imprecise science. It requires a specific way of thinking and concentration to improve a person's perception and logical thinking ability, in order to gain insights into different events, phenomena, details, emotions and thoughts."

He seemed a little hungry. He opened the drawer and took out a can of Zizi Honeybee Candy, and then he took one in his mouth before continuing: "Pay attention to my wording, 'opinion', yes, I have always believed that a prediction is a kind of insight about future development that contains a lot of information, and it does not necessarily happen-predicting the future is very difficult, because the causal relationship between people's behavior is always complex and changeable."

"However, people are often trapped in prophecies, and then believe what they want to believe or have to believe..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "Everyone is so special, but they are equally vulgar, including me."

Sean listened to all this quietly, he suddenly noticed that Dumbledore looked so old.

"Sean, do you know why the content of this prophecy has not been spread?" Dumbledore asked.

"Because the more people believe, the prophecy will come true. This is what you and Mr. Grindelwald told me." Sean replied doubtfully.

"Why?" He asked, and then immediately asked himself and answered, "Because, this prophecy covers the entire era..."

Encompassing the entire era... Sean's pupils contracted violently.

Dumbledore finally finished eating the candy, he showed a satisfied expression, and then walked slowly in front of Sean.

"Come on, boy, we're going to go into my memory, and you'll find it not only vivid in detail, but accurate—"

Sean followed him to a shallow silver basin with metallic luster. Even though he had never used it, Sean immediately knew what it was: the Pensieve.

The rim of the Pensieve is inscribed with runes and other mystical symbols. The basin was filled with a silvery substance, both liquid and gaseous like the clouds.

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it on his temple, and a fluffy silver thread was slowly pulled out. The silver thread was wrapped around the tip of his wand a few times, and then slowly sank into the Pensieve.

"Just sink your face into it—let's go?"

Sean leaned forward, took a deep breath and plunged into the Pensieve. He kept falling, and when he opened his eyes, he was already standing on solid ground, with Dumbledore beside him.

They were standing in a narrow alley, with dark gray stone walls on both sides, and the stone road under their feet had some cracks, and a few green weeds emerged from the cracks.

Just as Sean was about to speak, a person passed through his body and walked out of the alley.

It was the young Dumbledore, with a beard and an elegant fuchsia velvet suit.

However, his expression looked very serious, as if he was about to meet a powerful enemy.

"Professor, what are you here for?" Sean asked.

Dumbledore just smiled, and he blinked at Sean, signaling to follow.

The two followed the young Dumbledore out of the alley at a short distance. This place seemed to be a certain village. The roofs of the buildings were mostly in the Mansard style, and the slopes were turning. The upper part was gentle and the lower part was steep. There are many exquisite dormer windows on the roof, and they are round or pointed, with different shapes.

Like the architectural features of Germany... Sean murmured in his heart.

Young Dumbledore crossed a small square and stopped at last in front of a colonnaded room.

His expression remains serious, but other than that, no other emotion can be seen.

After Dumbledore stood still, the door in front of him opened automatically, and a wild and unruly voice came out.

"It's really hard to invite you here, Albus—"

The young Grindelwald came out of the house. He was wearing a high-necked black windbreaker, not only maintaining his youthful handsomeness, but also possessing the mature charm of a middle-aged man.

However, the sense of stability was ruined a lot by the wanton and enthusiastic smile on his face, and Grindelwald opened his arms and was about to hug him.

Dumbledore took out his wand and pressed it against Grindelwald's chest. His expression was serious and dignified: "Grindelwald, I'm not here to catch up with you."

"Oh, oh, we haven't seen each other in such a long time, are you sure you don't want to come for a drink? And, stop pretending, Albus, your wand can't exert its great power against me-of course, neither do I." Grindelwald withdrew his hand, but the happy smile on his face remained~IndoMTL.com~Get down to business-where's the Kassandra? "Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Grindelwald moved away and said enthusiastically: "Come on, come on, Ms. Wabraski is very happy to live with me."

Cassandra Vabraski? Sean remembered that this was the author of "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future", and she was a famous prophet.

Grindelwald kidnapped her?

Dumbledore walked into the house in silence, Grindelwald led the way, and they walked down a tunnel.

"I thought she was a descendant of Trelawney, but now it seems that she is not. However, the characteristics of the prophet are always destined, and she is easy to be entangled in mystery."

"Look, I saved her life—Aren't you happy, Albus?" Grindelwald stood at the door of a dungeon, he opened the door and said with a smile.

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