"Well, it's good, I think you must remember that last time we talked about that handsome Muggle—and returned to our hometown. Poor Merlop stayed in London, with the child who would become Voldemort in the future."

"How do you know she's in London, sir?"

"." said Dumbledore, "if you've been to the Overturn Alley."

Dumbledore opened a small crystal bottle and poured the silver-white objects inside. Then he shook the things in the meditation basin, just like the gold digger sifting gold. The figure of a little old man appeared among the spinning silver-white objects. He slowly rotated in the meditation basin, pale like a ghost, but more textured than the ghost. His hair was very thick and completely covered his eyes.

"Yes, we got it under very special circumstances. It was brought by a young witch before Christmas. It was a lot of years ago. She said she needed money in a hurry, yes, that was obvious. She was ragged, haggard and pregnant. She said that the locket was Slytherin's. Ah, we heard such nonsense all day long - Oh, this is Merlin's thing, really, his favorite teapot. But when I looked closely, there was indeed Slytherin's mark on the locket, and I recited a few simple spells to find out the truth. Of course, that thing was simply priceless. The woman seemed to have no idea how valuable it was. She was satisfied after only selling ten Gallons. That was the most cost-effective deal we did!"

Dumbledore shook the meditation basin with great force, sinking into the spinning memory.

"He only gave her ten Gallons?" Harry said indignantly.

"He is a profiteer," Dumbledore said. "Thus we know that Merlop was alone in London in the late stages of her pregnancy, desperately needed money, and had to sell the only valuable thing on her - the locket, which was also a heirloom that Marvolo cherished very much."

"But Melop should know that there are more than ten Gallons! I mean, since she knows this is a treasure of Slytherin, she can find a better buyer."

"But she has no time, Harry," said Dumbledore, "She is about to give birth-"

"But she can go find her relatives, right?" Harry said.

"Melope's surname is Gunter, Harry. Even if he looks a little more open-minded than Mavoro."

"But she can do magic!" Harry said impatiently, "She can get herself food and everything through magic, right?"

"Ha," Dumbledore said, "maybe she can. She will no longer use magic. She probably doesn't want to be a witch anymore. Of course, there is another possibility, which I want to be closer to reality - her unpaid love and the despair caused by it greatly weakened her power. That kind of thing will happen, and there have been many examples before. In short, you will see later that Merlop can't even raise his wand to save his life."

"Don't she even want to survive for her son?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Can you actually feel sympathy for Voldemort?"

"No," Harry said hurriedly, "but Merlop has the option, isn't it, unlike my mom--"

"Your mom can choose, too," Dumbledore said gently.

Harry clenched his fists, his heart seemed to be pulled into a ball - yes, his mother didn't have to die, as long as she gave up on herself, she might be able to escape.

"Melope chose to die. Although she has a son who needs her, don't blame her for everything, Harry. The long-term suffering of pain has made her very vulnerable, and she has never had the courage of your mother. Okay, please stand up now..."

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, as Dumbledore came over and stood at the table with him.

"This time," Dumbledore said, ". I think you'll find it very interesting."

"etc,?"

"Yes, he died in an accident more than ten years ago, but he left me this memory, and you will find that this memory is very valuable..."
Chapter completed!