Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

It's like a few days before Christmas. If it weren't for the fact that he saw all that, it's hard to tell when Mr. Weasley, who was thrown in the corridor, would be discovered, and he would most likely die by poison.Harry's connection with Voldemort saved Mr. Weasley's life, so maybe he could save more lives.

Based on this thinking, Harry didn't really isolate the connection with Voldemort.Under Zoe's supervision, his Occlumency technique is constantly improving.Harry had a mixed feeling about this. He had never thought that he would meet someone who was more demanding in study than Hermione.Although very patient and the explanation method is clear, Harry now sees that Zoe wants to escape. He feels that Zoe is even more annoying than the homework planner Hermione gave him that reminds him of his homework schedule. , At least the planner will not rush over to force him to practice.

As long as he can find more valuable news, he can tell Sirius the news, and the Order of the Phoenix will do it.

Snape raised his eyebrows: "There is no best. Intelligence does not require you to be nosy, it is the work of other people, your so-called kindness will only cause trouble to others. If other courses are for the talented Potter If it’s not a problem at all, then you’d better pay attention to your poor potions class grades. I think you haven’t forgotten the previous moonstone paper that got a'D' (terrible)? Or is it yours? The memory is worse than Longbottom’s."

Harry's face flushed. Snape was talking about the first Potions class homework last semester. Because the fifth graders are about to face the OWLs exam, the professors have become more stringent in judging papers. They He has begun to use the exam standards to correct his homework. Even though Harry's grades in the Potions class had always been poor, he had not encountered such a situation before.

"Go back and continue practicing, Potter. Especially when you are sleeping, relax your mind, restrain your emotions, and not be allowed to spy on secrets that you shouldn't snoop, do you know?" Snape waited until Harry left his office and locked himself Going to the door, he must report to Dumbledore.

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Meanwhile, Zoe happened to be staying in Dumbledore's office.She was holding a cup with hot chocolate in it.She didn't come to chat with Dumbledore, but she hoped that he could help herself.

"I was thinking of chatting a few words first, you are very anxious, Zoe." Dumbledore watched her put down the cup and spoke before her.

"Well, there are some things that you don't understand, I think you might know." Zoe looked into Dumbledore's eyes. "Can you tell me about the relationship between the Department of Mysteries and me?"

Dumbledore's smile became very shallow, and he leaned forward: "Why do you want to ask this question suddenly?"

"Actually, I'm learning psychic minds," Zoe said, "and it's pretty effective."

"Oh? Are you helping Harry learn Occlumency?" Dumbledore looked at her with interest. "Severus mentioned to me that Harry is making rapid progress."

"Actually, I underestimated him." Zoe sighed. "I thought Potter would take more time to get results. You know, he usually procrastinates even writing homework, and his grades are average. But he does have a good talent for Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"Is it because you saw something in Harry's head?" Zoe nodded hesitantly.

"I saw a long corridor with a black door at the end. The corridor was quiet and there was nothing. I found that I couldn't look away from the door. At that time, there was only one thought in my mind... …"

She took a deep breath and looked at Dumbledore: "I want to go back." Zoe bit her lip. The impact of this unknown emotion made her very uneasy. "Why do I have such thoughts? I never I’ve been there, does this relationship belong to me? Or is it Max’s?"

"I don't know either." Dumbledore said. "I can tell you not much, because I haven't heard much from the person."

He touched his beard as if he was weighing words.Finally Dumbledore stood up, walked to the shelf and took out a delicate bottle, which contained some sort of silver floc, floating in the bottle.He took out another stone basin, and Zoe noticed many runes carved on the edge of the stone basin.There are also some engraved on the bottle, but it is a little different from the type on the stone basin.

Dumbledore used his magic wand to pull up the silver flocs, put them in the stone basin, and motioned for Zoe to approach him."Fortunately, Severus didn't come to me today to borrow the penis. No matter how much I say, it's not as good as seeing it for yourself. It's also convenient for you to make your own judgment."

"Pedestrian basin?" Zoe remembered that he would occasionally see Dumbledore using this basin to hold things in the past. He would put his wand on his temple, pick out some silver things that were very similar to the things in the bottle, and put them there. In the basin, sometimes stick your head in.

"That's right. It contains someone's memory of something, which is considered one of the inheritances passed to me." Dumbledore said, "I think it's time to show you."

"Why take the memory out and put it in the Pendant Basin? Wouldn't it have a bad effect on the brain?" Zoe asked suspiciously."Older people always have times when they want to sort out the memories in their minds. This kind of meditation basin is very convenient."

He put his wand on the flowing animals in the stone basin. These things showed a beautiful silver color. It was flowing like a liquid but as light as gas, as if there was a physical wind, Dumbledore’s When the rod touched the surface, it spun gently. Zoe noticed that the silver object placed inside gradually spread out and the surface became transparent.

"Come on, stick your head in." Zoe did, and she felt she passed through a misty membrane, like a breeze hitting her face.Zoe opened his eyes and saw that what appeared before him was something different from the Dumbledore office in his memory, but very similar.

She noticed that there were two people in the office. She could only see the top of their heads, but could not see the faces. She felt that these two people had an inexplicable sense of familiarity for her. She wanted to look more closely. The next second she thought about it, she realized that she was actually standing in this office, and looking at it now, it was undoubtedly Dumbledore's office.

"No need to say more, Albus." A very arrogant voice came. "I won't regret my decision."

Zoe opened her eyes wide. She looked at the man who was very close to her and felt very unruly. The years had not left a deeper mark on him. There was so much fanaticism and passion in his eyes, but Only did not let go of relief.

"How do you feel when seeing Orlando like this?" Dumbledore's voice sounded beside her, different from the Dumbledore who was talking to Orlando Siegel in the office, and Dumbledore who was still talking to Zoe before. Lido also appeared here.

Chapter 91 Meditation Basin (Part Two)

"Dumbledore, are these the ones you put in before..." Zoe found his hand penetrated the bookshelf behind him, and couldn't touch any of them. They seemed to have broken into this world by mistake. The ghost, or everything in front of you, is the real ghost."The meditation basin can be used to look back on things that have happened in the past." Dumbledore guided her to look at the two people in the office who were talking.

The Dumbledore in the memory hasn't changed much compared to now, just younger.The difference is that the look on his face does not have the gentle smile of insight that Zoe is familiar with, but it is not the cold vigilance and hostility when facing the enemy.It's hard to say which one is more helpless, angry, or worried. He looked at the stubborn friend in front of him with deep eyes.

"They all think that I have violated the principle of the silent man, and I am an out-and-out traitor. Yes, I did violate the rules. The research in the Department of Mysteries has always been top secret. The silent person cannot interfere with the research without authorization, and absolutely It cannot be used to satisfy personal wishes." At this time, Orlando Siegel was completely different from the person in Zoe's heart. There were wrinkles on his face and gray marks in his hair.But these not only didn't make him weak, but matched the arrogance and strength, like a late but proud wolf.

"Because of your fault, you will never be eligible to work at the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore said softly."Ministry of Magic? A group of incompetents gather for the so-called peace, only to find that they can do nothing, have no power or wisdom. They can either just buzz aimlessly and cause trouble to others, or they can only manipulate Those ordinary people who are more useless than them, so that they will not scare themselves to death because of the atrocities of the war."

"You look down on others too much. Without the joint efforts of many wizards, peace will never be able to visit our future."

"I don’t care about it at all, Albus. Even if Gellert wins the final victory, it’s just another person talking to me. Whether it’s a Muggle or a wizard, people who have nothing to do with me will die. How many are just a number. I will be responsible for my bread and life, but what does the lives of others have to do with me." Orlando's words clearly angered Dumbledore.

"This is the so-called neutral attitude that you are proud of? If you want me to say, you are just a selfish bastard, you only know how to consider your own interests, even if it is a small effort to help, you would rather watch others die on you In front of you, don’t you ever understand how heavy'life' and'responsibility' are." Dumbledore said coldly, "I look forward to when you become desperate and need help from others, you can say this if."

"Then let me die. I never asked you to help me, Albus, and I never asked anyone. To rely on and help is ridiculous to me. As an independent person, don't we Are they all acting for their own future?" Orlando said loudly, "I am not without a conscience. I have never killed people for my own desires, and have never taken away the property that others depend on for survival. It is not that Gettler has never come here. I hope I can become one of them. I just don’t want to communicate with people I look down on. It’s enough to do the research alone. Everyone has his own destiny, and I don’t need a post The'guardian deity' behind me."

"Yes, you only make choices for your own benefit, even if it is to violate the vow of life and break the tradition. Orlando, what have you found in the Department of Mysteries, will make you willing to be cursed for breaking the oath , Must also violate the silent man’s rules.” Dumbledore was unwilling to continue talking to Orlando about this matter. They quarreled countless times for similar reasons. Since neither of them could compromise the other’s lifestyle, the dispute was just waste time.

"Albus, if I want to make a body move, I only need to use magic to control its limbs, and let it move like a puppet. I can even set its body movements in detail. , You can also make it speak, but it's all because I set it up like this, just like the armor walking around in the castle or the lifelike portraits, but it's just a magic prop that is precisely designed "When it came to this, Orlando was very excited. He walked around in the office, drew out his blueprint loudly with Dumbledore.

"No matter how realistic these things are, they are only based on reshaping the personality of the living." He contemptuously pointed to the portraits of school principals on the wall. "For these things, they exist because they got this place. The rules of the ancient school of magic recognize that they were once the principal of Hogwarts. This school integrates their information before they are alive, so that others will feel that they are talking to real humans."

The portraits booed him dissatisfiedly, even Phineas Nigelus Black, the first (and only) principal in the history of Hogwarts who was born in Slytherin. The Lettering student is rather partial, and he can hardly be satisfied with Orlando's contemptuous remarks.

"No matter how elaborate they are, I would not regard them as human beings. When a person dies, all the possibilities he once had are gone. I remember you told me that the principals of the past must help as much as possible. The current principal, if the previous principal has a grudge against the next principal, will he choose to help?"

"Of course." Dairis Devonte explained gently, "Our help has nothing to do with the enmity of our lives. This is a rule that must be fulfilled, and it is also our obligation as the principal, child."

"There has never been a'must' rule, madam." Orlando said nonchalantly. "Is it not us who can decide whether to do something or not? No one has ever doubted why this rule is required, you I must have been told that there are such rules since the beginning of the birth." The portraits looked at each other and silently affirmed the answer, "Because you were designed like this."

Dumbledore interrupted Orlando's words: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"I want to make real people." Orlando said excitedly. "It's not a puppet with a set order, but a person with a soul and independent thinking."

"It's impossible. Life cannot be created." Dumbledore frowned.

"Don't assert so quickly, Albus. There are many interesting things in the Department of Mysteries. We observe thoughts, time, stars and even fate. Of course, we also observe life and death." Orlando said slowly, "About half a year. Earlier, a newcomer from the Department of Mysteries, a very enthusiastic big boy, asked me to show him everywhere. Although it was annoying, it was my duty to bring the newcomer. Finally, I led him to the death hall."

"Albus, it's a very charming place. Of course, the road is not easy to walk, because there are all first-step stone steps, I let the newcomer pay attention to his feet, if he falls into the arch and crosses it With the hanging curtain, his body will dissolve in less than a second, and he will never come back. Of course, the death hall is very safe except for the door, as long as you don’t fall into it. Open the door, or you won’t even have a corpse like that poor newcomer."

"Aren't you even going to give him a hand?" Dumbledore's voice sounded a little annoyed.

"Pull him up, and then the two of them disappear into this world holding hands together? Albus, I don't want to die. I reminded him to be careful before." Orlando shrugged and said naturally.

"But two weeks later, at that time, we had registered his name as death. I heard his voice in the death hall. As long as you get close to the door, you can hear someone talking. There is more than one person. The voice is very weak. It was like the wind, but I must have heard it correctly. Someone was standing on the side behind the door, and one of the voices sounded familiar. I later confirmed it several times and the place gathered the souls of the dead."

"They are not all conscious individuals. Gradually they will forget everything in the past and become blank like paper again, and finally they will disappear. Only the soul can pass through the door, and any physical matter will be evaporated. "." Orlando carefully took out a small bottle from his arms. The small bottle was filled with half a bottle of red liquid, and a small white flame-like object floated on it. "I have spent a lot of effort to make my soul able to I left my body for a short time, and then I stepped into the door of the death hall."

Chapter 92 Meditation Basin (Part 2)

"You went to the world of death?" Dumbledore looked at him in surprise, probably because Dumbledore's reaction pleased Orlando, and he smiled cheerfully."It's not that much when you can see this expression on your face."

"Runi characters are a bridge between life and death. Using them reasonably can also protect my soul from being corroded." Orlando explained, "I explained before that the color of the soul will gradually fade after death, and they will forget. My past experience, forget my identity and name, lose attachment and will, and eventually become pure and flawless. I think then they can welcome the new life along the white stone steps. If I don’t do any protection, I will be restricted by the rules, unable to return to the world of the living, and finally forget everything. That means I will die."

"The stone steps of the Death Hall are all black, and they stretch down like a staircase, like a large open pit. The center is the entrance arch and curtain." Orlando said, "but the other side of the door is a mirror image of opposites. The same scene. The world is pure white, except for some fresh souls and a little bit of color. The center of the world is a raised white mountain, and the mountain is composed of first-order white stone steps. As it goes up, it gets narrower and steeper. There is also an arch at the top of the mountain, with a pure white curtain. Persevering souls linger at the entrance, whispering and spying on the obscure world, but they cannot leave here. And those souls who have been relieved or have gradually forgotten will begin to climb up the stone steps."

"Of course, the more they climb, the purer the form of their souls. In the end, it is like the one you see, a mass like a flame. Where did they go after passing through that door? I don't know." Orlando put the bottle on the table triumphantly, and the group of souls seemed to feel the impact and trembled slightly.

"But how long the soul is unlikely to exist in this world, how do you preserve it?" Dumbledore asked.