The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

If it was before, Dumbledore must have felt that others were whimsical, but after experiencing some things, he was completely sure.

But wizards have never involved the concept of parallel universes, and even time has not fully studied it. In some respects, Dumbledore had to admit the idea of ​​​​Muggles.

"More than one Voldemort..." He followed up, and before Cyrus could recover, he dropped another bombshell.

"Is it possible that its Horcrux succeeded?"

"I'm sure, because of this..." Dumbledore tapped the wand full of 'unknown' atmosphere with his fingertips, and frowned, "Tom's wand is exactly the same as mine, there is no way Replicated"

For Cyrus, it may be Ollivander's unique wand.

This is not good news...

Even Hermione, the person concerned, was in the form of 'exchange' before, and Voldemort was not replaced, but '1+1', so according to the reverse derivation, there will be extremely bad news:

The Tom Riddle in Dumbledore's mouth is very likely to have fully mastered the form of "time travel".

For a long time, none of them spoke, and Cyrus could hear a distant place, probably the hallway on the eighth floor, a group of people crowded into the classroom to gather, play and vent their accumulated grievances.

'Voldemort said he dreamed of... Hermione? 'Cyrus was most worried about coming.

"The people on the other side of the parallel universe can be kept, right?" Even though Dumbledore kept his voice calm, it made Cyrus feel as if he had grasped some life-saving straw.

"Okay...but Voldemort's situation is obviously abnormal!" Cyrus scratched his head, desperately recalling the details.

hell!He knew that dreams were unreliable! !

Many times, if you don't think about it deliberately, it is easy to forget that Cyrus looked at the wooden cabinet on the other side, which contained a Pensieve.

"Dreams are... one... one way to reflect the parallel universe?" He said hesitantly, walking to the wooden cabinet and moving out the stone basin, "Tom may be here for Hermione "

Cyrus instinctively thought of the worst of the situation, holding the edge of the Pensieve with both hands for support.

'Forgetting' means that the memory is deleted or covered up, and Cyrus hopes that Dumbledore can help him bring forward the covered up memory without touching the soul.

Now, how he wished Gilderoy Lockhart was here...

"Looking for memories is a long process, not to mention... things you have forgotten." Dumbledore kindly reminded through the glasses, "Don't resist, and recall the relevant content."

Principal Dumbledore often organizes his memory with the Pensieve, so as to find many details that ordinary people cannot notice.

When extracting memories, the subject must carefully recall the content associated with the forgotten things.

For example: After Dumbledore finished eating the snacks, he left things in a corner. When he wanted to find where he threw the bowl full of snacks, he had to recall what he 'remembered'.

You can rely on the memory in the process of eating snacks, extract that entire paragraph, and you can see the complete picture.

Because everything is done in a coherent way, not in jumps.

"Are you sure you have the knowledge of 'parallel universes'?" The headmaster hesitated, "To be honest, we can wait until Lockhart is released from prison... plus his contribution to the spell, it will be almost this year..."

"Try it first!" Cyrus exhaled a long breath.

When Dumbledore's wand tip touched his temple, he instinctively felt a sharp pain of rejection, and immediately heard the warning from Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Go back to the memory of the connection and relax your mind!"

"Recall...it's about the multiverse...then start with the simplest timeline..." Cyrus sketched out the images of Kama Taj and Ancient One in his mind by recalling intermittent pictures.

On the top of the mountain, on the inner field, no one else could be seen, only a white figure who seemed to be shaking a folding fan.

Yellow and fiery red maple leaves fell on the ground, and when the wind blew, the piled up fallen leaves that had just been swept aside covered the entire flagstone floor, but the man just looked quietly into the distance.

As if waiting for someone to come...

The loneliness enveloped Cyrus in an instant. Dumbledore, who was outside the spiritual world, saw a transparent liquid gradually flowing out of the corners of his open eyes, and subconsciously slowed down his movements.

Dumbledore had never seen anyone's memory, so confused, like a ball of wool scratched by a cat.

'Has he had his memory tampered with? ' was Dumbledore's first reaction, because it was... messy!

Not just chaos, but many, he had never seen the memory of a lunatic, but no one was like Cyrus: under the new, regular memory, there were clumps of intricate lines.

Almost entangled with the soul.

Cyrus' memory is like a ball of expired spaghetti messed up with a fork, with fresh pasta directly on top... No wonder he always has weird dreams.

As the memory was twitched, some of the entangled lines moved slightly. Dumbledore worried that long-term extraction of the memory would damage Cyrus, so he simply extracted the twitched one.

A silver-white, flocculent substance was stripped from Cyrus' mind.

"I'm not sure..." Dumbledore threw the moving floc into the Pensieve with disgust, "I think you should spend more time cleaning up your memory, it's more messy than my old man "

Cyrus stuck out his tongue, turned his back quickly, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes...

"Did I use too much force?" the principal asked worriedly.

"No... just saw something and was touched." Cyrus reached into the Pensieve with his aspen wand and stirred it slightly.

When the two leaned on the wall of the basin and stretched their bodies inward, the substance inside pulled their spirits into it, and the whole space spun, as if the roof of the office had been lifted out of thin air.

Instead, there is a wooden roof with hollow patterns.

The floor made of slate became planks and carpets, the night outside the window became day, and the incense on the low table gave off a smell, but Dumbledore and Cyrus couldn't smell it.

Cyrus was sure he had never been here, but he knew... this was Karma Taj.

A person hurried in from the outside at the door, perhaps because he was too impatient, so he tripped over the door frame and fell to the ground, but he held it tightly with both hands, as if he was carrying something.

It was a little boy with blond hair, sky blue eyes and hairstyle, exactly the same as Cyrus. Under Dumbledore's curious eyes, he looked back in panic.

Immediately afterwards, Dumbledore knew what this 'Little Cyrus' was avoiding.

"Keep running... run out of Karma Taj if you have the ability!" A bald but handsome lady in white clothes walked in with a sparking iron staff engraved with runes.

Cyrus covered his forehead with a headache. The nodes he chose to remember were 'Ancient One' and 'Parallel Universe'...

But why, is this kind of memory!Could this be the price of 'randomness'?

"I think I got the memory wrong, choose another one~"

"No hurry, it might be behind." Dumbledore silently pulled Cyrus away and held his hand, and looked at everything in front of him without blinking, "Well... that's right, don't miss any details. ..”

I saw little Cyrus running into the house with an eye-shaped pendant in his pocket.

"Master Gu Yi, I was wrong!" He clutched his buttocks.

"You should be happy, you are the only one who can make me angry!" Gu Yi threw out a whip with his left hand, wrapped it around Little Cyrus' leg, and dragged him back, "Dare to play the Eye of Agamotto? against you"

Dumbledore sighed, it's a pity not to be able to eat in memory.