"Which academy are you going to?"

After several people got to know each other in the carriage, James asked on his own initiative.

Lupin was a little weak. He coughed twice and said, "I don't know which college someone like me can go to."

"A person like you?" Sirius smiled, "Which type of person are you? Are you worried about going to Hufflepuff yourself?"

Lupin smiled and said, "I still have this little confidence."

Sirius's mouth curved even bigger, and he looked at Tywin again.

"And you?"

Tywin smiled shyly, glanced at James and said unconfidently: "I... want to go to Gryffindor."

"Another Gryffindor." Sirius shook his head.

James laughed: "Tywin will definitely go to Hufflepuff, he has been a fool since he was a child.

Let me tell you, Tywin once went swimming in the river with me, but was caught by Grindello and pulled into the bottom of the river. In the end, I saved him..."

James talked about Tywin's many embarrassing things, and the other two laughed happily.

Taywin's face was a little embarrassed by a friend he had just met, and tears were circling in his eyes.

Soon, a small cart selling snacks came.

James pulled Tywin and ran towards the snack cart, and Sirius followed him out.

But the picture did not move, and Lupin was still sitting alone in the car.

William finally knew who this memory belonged to.

Soon, the scene in the carriage blur disappeared.

William stood at the long table of Ravenclaw, in front of them the college table illuminated by candlelight, and beside the table were rows of concentrating faces.

Professor McGonagall shouted: "James Porter!"

James swaggered towards the branch hat and sat on the stool.

Professor McGonagall put the division hat on his head, and the hat touched the black hair less than a second and shouted, "Gryffindor!"

William sighed in pain when he heard Tywin beside him.

Tywin was not assigned to Gryffindor, nor Hufflepuff, but unexpectedly went to Ravenclaw.

James took off his hat and handed it back to Professor McGonagall, and then hurried to the cheering Gryffindor students.

Tywin's eyes were staring at James, but the boy did not look back at him, but sat next to Sirius and started chatting with him eagerly.

A trace of jealousy and disappointment flashed in Tywin's eyes.

William frowned. At this moment, he had an extremely absurd thought:

Professor Tywin stole the Ravenclaw ring not to resurrect Voldemort, but to resurrection the one killed by Voldemort... James Porter!

Is this possible?!

"William, I think we should go back." A voice said softly in William's ear.

William was startled, and he turned around and looked at the other side. In the guest seat was Albus Dumbledore, who was watching the students' branch, and he was applauding while Albus Dumbledore was next to him, watching him.

"Come on." Dumbledore next to him said, reaching out to hold William's elbow.

William felt himself slowly rising into the air, and Hogwarts was dissipating, and in a blink of an eye, there was only a piece of darkness left.

William felt as if he had turned in slow motion, and his feet suddenly fell to the ground, and the light around him was dazzling. He was already in Dumbledore's office.

The stone basin glowed in the cabinet in front of him, and Dumbledore stood beside him.

"Professor," William apologized quickly, "I didn't mean to see that the cabinet doors of these memories were open."

"It's okay, you'll see these sooner or later," Dumbledore said.

He picked up the stone basin and walked to the desk, placed it on the smooth table, then sat down on the chair behind the table, waving to let William sit opposite him.

William sat down, staring at the stone basin, and still recalling the memories he had just finished.

The things in the basin turned back into silvery white again, spinning in front of his eyes, rippling and rippling.

"I think you already know what this is, right?" Dumbledore said.

“Meditation Basin, Professor.”

"Yes, meditation pot, a precious alchemy item, well, sometimes I feel like there are too many thoughts and memories stuffed in my mind, and I believe you understand this feeling."

William nodded, and his head was now filled with doubts.

"I use a meditation basin at this time," Dumbledore said, pointing to the stone basin, "suck out the extra thoughts from the mind, pour them into the basin, and take a good look when you have time. In this state, it is easier for us to see their form and their connections."

It sounds a bit like Sherlock Holmes's Palace of Memory.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand from his robe and inserted the tip of the wand into his silver hair, approaching his temple.

When he pulled out his wand, some hair seemed to be stuck on the tip of the wand, but William immediately discovered that it was actually a small strand of silver-white substance that was the same as in the basin.

Dumbledore added this new memory to the basin, and William saw Snape's face floating in the basin.

Dumbledore held the meditation basin with his slender hands and turned it, just like a gold digger turning a sand table.

After a moment, Snape opened his mouth and spoke to the ceiling with a little echo.

"Principal, I see myself, but I'm pretty sure that's not me.

The other party had the smell of compound decoction. He was injured and wanted to rush into my medicine storage room, but I stopped him... Then, I followed the bloodstain to the door of Ravenclaw's rest and found the dead Robert."

Soon, Snape's face disappeared and became Minister Foggy.

He stood angrily at the entrance of the school hospital, and after a while, he blushed and said angrily: "A student and a professor died! We used the flashback spell to detect the black magic in Snape's wand.

I have to bring him into Azkaban, whatever you say, Albus!”

Dumbledore stared at William from above the half-moon lens, “I was using a meditation pot when you arrived.

Ms. Gray sent me an alarm, and I hurriedly put it away and wanted to go to the Ravenclaw lounge. I guess the cabinet door was not closed tightly, and it would naturally attract your attention."

"I'm sorry." William apologized again.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I said that you will be able to see these sooner or later, such as looking at this paragraph again..."

Dumbledore frowned slightly and pounded the thoughts in the pounding pot with the tip of his staff. A human figure immediately rose from the pot, Tywin, seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and thin, with an angry look on his face.

His legs were still standing in the basin, and he couldn't see William and Dumbledore.

When he spoke, he also had an echo like Snape, as if it was coming from the depths of the stone basin.

Dumbledore slowly repeated some of these words, and he seemed to remember something and sighed.

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Chapter completed!