Chapter 2708 The Land of Firebirds (16)

"Harry Potter got the Elixir, how did he get it?" Pomona asked.

"He successfully made the water of life and death. Professor Slughorn said that just one drop can 'kill' us all." Ernie MacMillan sneered and said, "What an exaggeration."

Pomona squinted at him.

"You also want the elixir of happiness?"

"I heard it was complicated," Ernie said.

"It's 'very' complicated." Pomona emphasized. He was about to repot a blackroot plant, but found that the place where it was originally potted was empty.

"Someone..."

"Headmaster!" A fifth-year Hufflepuff said breathlessly at the door of the greenhouse, "Headmaster Dumbledore is looking for you."

"Can I borrow your empty greenhouse?" Ernie said. "I want to practice potions, but I can't lose to Harry."

"I thought you were 'partners,'" Pomona said.

"That doesn't hurt our competitive relationship," Ernie said proudly.

"You're responsible for cleaning it up," Pomona warned Ernie, "and you can't touch dangerous plants without my supervision."

"Yes, Dean!" Ernie said happily immediately

Pomona wanted to give him instructions, but couldn't think of what to say, so she left the greenhouse.

Ernie is the only Hufflepuff student in this class who has signed up for Slughorn's advanced potions class. This is also strange. She clearly remembers that there were several people who chose a career path that required a potions license, and they

The potion results are pretty good.

Then she thought of Severus who "got his wish". He finally got the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and he also decorated it with "personal characteristics". It was obviously the third floor above ground but as dark as the cellar.

, candles were also arranged in the classroom in broad daylight, and the candlelight illuminated the oil paintings, which depicted bodies destroyed by various terrible curses.

He was like a vampire in a Gothic castle in a horror movie. She buried her head and trotted along the corridor. She did not stop in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, but went directly to the front of the spiral staircase.

"Sour lollipop," she said to the gargoyle, and then it began to spin, and a spiral staircase appeared. Pomona rode it up in a steady rotation and arrived at the door of the principal's office decorated with a brass door knocker.

She hadn't been here for a while. After sorting out her mood, Pomona knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Come in," Dumbledore's voice said.

"You're looking for me, principal." Pomona said as he walked into the principal's office.

The circular office was the same as before, with all the past principals dozing in their respective photo frames. The difference was that Albus looked much weaker. He did not stand to greet her as before, but sat behind his desk.

on the chair.

Last term, she heard Severus say that Albus seemed to be looking for something, but no matter what he was looking for, it was eating away at his health.

"I guess you must have a lot of questions." Albus said in a low voice.

"About what?" Pomona asked.

Albus paused for a moment, as if observing her.

"Horcrux, aren't you curious how I know about it?"

Pomona looked at him strangely.

At this time, Albus waved his hand towards the corner of the room, and the pensieve slid out of the cabinet.

"I lent it to Severus last semester." Albus stood up holding the chair, "Let him organize his thoughts."

"I heard what Sirius said." Pomona said, "You asked Severus to teach Harry Occlumency."

Looking at the face that looked like James, Severus must have "a lot of feelings".

"You may have heard Filius say that memories are the present perception of the past." Albus said, "Memories can turn our past happiness into the present happiness. When you are dying like me, those memories can become

Let’s keep the momentum moving forward.”

"Why not create memories? Live in them?" Pomona asked. "Also, I don't like it when you say you're dying."

Albus raised his right hand at this time and used it to scoop up the water in the pensieve. It was dry and black, as if it had been burned.

"what happened……"

"I touched one of the Horcruxes." Albus said, "There is a strong curse on it, and unlike the diary, it can see Tom's soul."

"Why did you touch it?" Pomona said angrily.

"I'll say it again, I thought it was the same as the diary, it's safe to touch only once." Albus said in a hoarse voice, taking a glass test tube from the cabinet.

"This memory belongs to me." Albus looked at Pomona, "but its function is to record a young man, you still know him, and he has a certain relationship with Sirius Black."

"who?"

Dumbledore poured the silver substance from the bottle into the pensieve. They began to spin and glow faintly, and they looked neither liquid nor gas.

"Let's go," Albus said.

Pomona took a deep breath, bent forward, and sank her face into the silver witch. She felt her feet leaving the floor of the principal's office and falling.

However, after passing through a swirling darkness, she found herself in the principal's office again. Dumbledore was standing in front of her, looking in another direction.

"What do you want to tell me?" Albus asked in a commanding voice.

Pomona followed his gaze and found Regulus Black sitting across from him. He looked 17 or 8 years old, but he was no longer wearing the Hogwarts school robe.

"You must stop him." Regulus said timidly. "Only you can do it."

"You risked this trip just to say this?" Albus asked. "You want me to stop your master, the Dark Lord?"

"He is different from what I thought before." Regulus trembled. "I saw what he did."

"So you gave up the darkness and turned to the light?" Albus asked with a smile, "Do you also want to join the Order of the Phoenix? Mr. Black."

Regulus lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the Death Eater mark on his arm.

"My parents still think that I am the pride of the family." Regulus looked at the mark and said, "Not like that 'pure-blood traitor'."

"I thought you already knew when you joined them that he couldn't give you the future you hoped for."

"There is no difference between us." Regulus seemed to be immersed in a thought and said to himself, "They are all tools that he can use."

Albus said nothing.

"They say you are a learned wizard, so have you ever heard of Horcruxes?" Regulus said.

"What is that?" Albus asked.

"It seems you are not as knowledgeable as the legend says." Regulus smiled sarcastically. "At least Slughorn knows what it is."

"Do you know that?" Albus asked.

"My cousin Bella, she knows one thing." Regulus said, "Master believes in her."

"And how did you know?" Albus asked methodically.

"She talked to me about it, and she felt very proud," Regulus gasped. "And I think that's not the only one."

"What do you mean?"

"He used my elf for experiments."

"Where's your evidence?" Albus asked.

"You don't believe me?" Regulus asked.

"You don't expect me to believe you as soon as we meet, do you?" Albus said with a joking smile, "You said the Dark Lord believes in your cousin, does he believe in you?"

Regulus' breathing became rapid.

"No matter what tricks you are preparing, young man." Albus waved his hand, "leave before your master notices your 'betrayal'."

Regulus looked at the open door of the principal's office, then looked back at Albus.

"You will regret it!" Regulus said fiercely, almost like Draco Malfoy said "My father will know", and then hurried away, closing the door with a bang.

"I think that's enough." Dumbledore said behind her, and she flew up again, through the darkness, and returned to the headmaster's office.

"Regulus Black told you?" Pomona asked.

"Many people thought he was murdered because he planned to leave Voldemort." Albus said, "But Severus brought back information. The Dark Lord knew nothing about Regulus's whereabouts and even asked

Got him."

"What……"

"I found this in an old house." Albus said, raising the Elder Wand, but instead of using it to cast a spell, he used it like a stick to lift a broken ring.

Put it on.

"You may have heard that Gellert and I searched for the Deathly Hallows together and made a blood oath never to hurt each other." Albus said sadly, "Lonely people will always be eager to reach out to the people they meet.

own hands."

"You read Nietzsche too?" Pomona asked.

"This thing is different from the Deathly Hallows." Albus put down the wand. "I don't want people from the Order of the Phoenix to come into contact with it."
To be continued...