A friendly day at Hogwarts

Dumbledore stood up and came to an inconspicuous standing cabinet by the wall.

"I have to say, Glenn, your growth rate has far exceeded my imagination."

"Thank you, Professor." Glenn scratched his head shyly.

Of course he knew the trick.With a foresight plot cheat and a powerful system as a boost, it would be unreasonable if it still couldn't grow.

The black cabinet door was not closed tightly, and a faint silver light could be seen faintly in the gap.

Dumbledore looked back at him with a smile and reached out to open the cabinet door.

The silver light came from a shallow stone basin in the cabinet, with a series of strange letters and symbols carved on it.With six months of rune learning, Glenn could barely understand the meaning of a few of the words.

Meditation, memory...

The stone basin contained a silvery substance that was difficult to describe in words. It was like a gas, but more like some kind of liquid. It was steaming and slowly flowing.

"The Pensieve," Dumbledore introduced, "I remember seeing it when you first came here."

Glenn nodded, indicating that he had not forgotten.

Dumbledore rummaged through the bottles and jars above and picked out a small glass bottle.A silver fluorescent silk thread was twisted and suspended in it.

He carefully pulled out the stopper and placed the wand on the mouth of the bottle. The silver thread seemed to be attracted, actively attached to the tip of the wand, and was pulled out.The wand shook gently twice, and the silk thread fell into the basin as lightly as a feather.

As the silver thread falls, slight ripples appear in the basin, spreading out like clouds and rotating softly.

"You're right. It's time to talk to you about Horcruxes now." Dumbledore raised his head and said, "But before that, we might as well watch a memory first."

He tapped it lightly with his wand, and the substance in the basin quickly spun and became transparent.

However, the pelvic floor cannot be seen under the transparent liquid surface. Instead, a room similar to a living room can be vaguely seen.

Without hesitation, Glenn leaned down and put his head into the basin.

As his eyelashes touched the calm liquid surface, an irresistible suction suddenly came, pulling him into the basin in an upside-down position.

Then there was a sudden spin, as if falling in a dark space, surrounded by nothingness, as if the five senses had been stripped away.

Soon, Glenn's face and surroundings returned to color.

A wand suddenly penetrated his body, and bursts of colorful smoke erupted from the tip of the wand, accompanied by a burst of baby giggles.

Although his body was penetrated, he did not feel any pain, as if he was an incorporeal soul.

Glenn subconsciously turned around and saw a tall, dark-haired man wearing glasses.

As seen outside the pensieve, this is a living room. Although it is not spacious or gorgeous, it can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into the exquisite decoration, and there is a warm feeling everywhere.

The black-haired man was obviously teasing the baby in the cradle. It was a little boy in blue pajamas, also with black hair. He was grabbing the smoke with a silly smile, as if he wanted to hold it in his hand.

Beside the cradle, a children's toy broomstick rested casually.

A woman with dark red hair and green eyes came down the stairs, smiling and saying something.The man threw the wand on the sofa, picked up the child and handed it to her.

Glenn realized, if nothing else happened, this must be the old house of the Potter family.

Strictly speaking, it is the Potter family's old home 11 years ago.

There was a "bang" sound from the door, which was the sound of someone violently opening the door.

Glenn followed the sound and saw a skinny man in a black cloak striding through the hall.

He has a pair of snake-like scarlet eyes, a flat nose with only two narrow nostrils, and his skin is sickly pale.

It's Voldemort!

By the time James Potter found out, Voldemort had already arrived in front of the living room door and raised the yew wand in his hand.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll stop him..."

He didn't even go to the sofa to get his wand, he just rushed over, trying to stop Voldemort with his body.

Glenn sighed and followed the mother and son with his eyes, watching her stumble up the stairs, lock herself and Harry in the bedroom, and tremblingly block the bedroom door with chairs and boxes.

Maybe she knew it too.Even if you escape from this house, you can't escape Voldemort's pursuit. It's better to use this stupidest method to delay a little time to complete a small arrangement...

A harsh laugh came from downstairs, and an emotionless sound...

"Avada Kedavra!"

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, as if death is coming step by step...

The door was opened, and Voldemort lazily waved his wand, throwing away the debris blocking the door.

Lily Potter put Harry into the cradle behind her, turned around, and opened her arms in front of him without hesitation, even though it was pointless.

"Don't kill Harry, don't kill Harry, please...don't kill him..."

There was a flash of hesitation in Voldemort's eyes, as if he didn't want to harm her life.Glenn knew that it was because of Professor Snape's plea.

Get out of the way, stupid woman... get out of the way! "He said coldly.

"Don't kill Harry, please, kill me, kill me..." Lily begged humbly, as if that could change the Dark Lord's mind.

"My last warning..." He was a little impatient, and the red light in his eyes became even more intense.

"Don't kill Harry, please... have mercy... don't kill Harry! Don't kill him! Please... let me do anything..."

"Get out of the way!"

Voldemort finally ran out of patience and raised the hand holding his wand.

A green light flashed, and Lily Potter's body fell backwards like a puppet with its strings cut off...

Glenn sighed and shook his head slightly.

Women are weak by nature, but mothers are strong.She didn't even have the slightest desire to live, leaving the only possibility of survival to Harry.

Little Harry stood up holding the cradle and looked at the snake-like man in front of him with interest.

He thought it was his father's joke on him, thought that gorgeous fireworks would burst out from under the dark cloak at any time, and thought that the mother on the ground would laugh and jump up in the next second...

However, this did not happen. What he was waiting for was the cold touch of the wand rubbing his cheek.

Harry finally started crying, and then he realized that this man was not his father.

The cry made the disgust on Voldemort's face more obvious. He took a few steps back and raised his wand again.

"Avada Kedavra!"