Hogwarts Asylum

The process of invading Orolin's brain was extremely smooth. When Dumbledore broke through a layer of darkness, he came to a space full of fog.

There were many shadows standing in the mist. The outlines of those shadows included people, magical creatures, and some weird things that were indistinguishable.

Dumbledore was a little surprised. Although he rarely used Legilimency on other wizards, every time he used it, he saw all kinds of thoughts and thoughts flying around. This was the first time he saw such strange things. scene.

When Dumbledore thought of taking a closer look, those shadows suddenly disappeared, as if they had never existed, leaving only the outline of the house.

When he gave up the idea, those shadows suddenly appeared again, as if they were too shy to see people.

However, the top priority is not to explore what is in the fog, nor to study how Orolin constructed this space, but to find Orolin first.

Dumbledore looked at his hands and feet, which seemed to be no different from those in reality. After flexing his hands and feet, he walked towards the only house that would not disappear in the middle of the fog.

As Dumbledore approached, the outline of the house became clearer and clearer. Finally, after passing through the fog, he saw a house covered with white tiles. There was a plaque hanging on the door of the house, and there was a line of writing on the plaque. , the first three characters were very vague, but he knew the last four characters, which were Chinese characters - psychological clinic.

Dumbledore knocked politely on the door.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

It was no different from reality, except that after waiting for a while, he didn't get any response.

Dumbledore immediately reached for the door handle and pressed it. There was a clicking sound. With a slight push, the door did not move at all. He turned to pull, but there was still no change.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps inside the door. Dumbledore took a step back, and then the door was lifted up from bottom to top like a rolling curtain.

I saw a short-haired man wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses walking out with a mother and son.

Although the face of the man wearing glasses had changed a little, Dumbledore still recognized him at a glance. He was Orolin.

O'Loughlin seemed a little surprised when he saw Dumbledore standing at the door, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded to Dumbledore and then looked at the mother and son.

"Then let's do this for today, Ms. Chen. The next time Xiao Yang sees something strange, don't pray to gods and pray to Buddha. The red letters on the talismans are usually written with cinnabar ink. Although a small amount of it is harmful to the body. The damage is not big, but over time there will always be problems.”

"Thank you, thank you, Doctor Yang, I will pay attention next time."

Dumbledore glanced at the woman who nodded vigorously, a little confused. He always felt that this woman looked a bit similar to Orolin's current appearance.

After watching the mother and son slowly walk into the fog, Oluolin spoke again: "They always like to attribute their mental problems to those gods and ghosts, and they always think that drinking some talisman water can solve all their troubles. , it’s quite funny, isn’t it?”

"Ghosts cannot harm humans." Dumbledore agreed casually.

"So..." Orolin looked at Dumbledore and glanced from top to bottom, "Old gentleman, is there anything I can help you with?"

"You don't know me?" Dumbledore frowned.

"I'm sorry, old gentleman, my memory went wrong some time ago." Olorin said with a smile, "But this is good. Maybe we can get acquainted again? Come in and sit down first."

With that said, Orolin turned and walked into the house, followed closely by Dumbledore.

In the house, after walking through the entrance hall, there is a hall with oil paintings hanging everywhere. Most of the oil paintings contain various strange patterns.

O'Loughlin seemed to notice that Dumbledore's eyes fell on those oil paintings. He smiled as he walked and said: "Although they are all framed and look like they were made by some famous artist, in fact these are paintings from when I was a child. The game I drew when I had nothing to do will make you laugh."

Soon, Dumbledore followed Orolin through the hall and came to a door that exuded the fragrance of wood.

After Olorin said "We're here", he opened the door. The room was filled with beige light, giving people a very warm feeling.

"Please have a seat." O'Loughlin pointed to the sofa nearby. Then he walked to the water dispenser nearby, picked up two paper cups, and poured a cup of warm water into each.

After placing one of the cups in front of Dumbledore, Eurolin spoke again: "Sorry, the coffee machine is broken, so I can only drink some warm water."

"It doesn't matter." Dumbledore said, looking at the cup with the square pattern of suspenders on the coffee table.

"So, could you please introduce yourself, old gentleman?" Orolin said, sitting opposite Dumbledore.

"Of course, my name is Dumbledore, and I am the principal of Hogwarts, the British magic school..." Dumbledore found the current situation quite interesting.

"Wait, what did you say your name was?" Oluolin seemed to have heard some incredible news.

"Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore."

O'Loughlin observed Dumbledore carefully again, and then whispered: "JK Rowling has such an old fan?"

Then Orolin smiled and said: "Hello, Dumbledore, my name is Gandalf."

"Gandalf?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

……

In the Hogwarts hospital, Dumbledore had not made any move since just now. When Catherine wanted to give him a squeeze, she was stopped by Professor Flitwick.

"Don't touch him yet," Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice very gently. "Although the process of performing Legilimency is not dangerous, it can be easily interrupted."

"But he's been like this for a long time."

"Be patient, Petrova, maybe they are communicating now." Although Madam Pomfrey was a little anxious, she believed in Dumbledore's ability more.

Seeing Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomfrey saying this, Catherine had no choice but to hold back her anxiety.

She began to think about whether she had done something wrong just now that caused Oluolin to be in this situation, but no matter how she recalled it, she had no clue.

After a while, Dumbledore suddenly trembled and then woke up.

Dumbledore opened his eyes and saw a face so close that he could feel his breath.

"Dumbledore, you're awake!" Catherine shouted.

"Albus, how's the situation?" Flitwick asked, looking up.

Madam Pomfrey also looked at Dumbledore with concern.

However, Dumbledore shook his head and said: "The situation is not good. Although I have met Eurolin, that 'Oluolin' is very different from the Eurolin we know."

"what happened?"

Dumbledore did not answer, but looked at Fox, who had been standing on the lampstand, and said, "Fox, could you please help me bring the pensieve over?"

Fox blinked, cried, and then disappeared with a snap. Not long after, it reappeared, this time holding a simple-looking stone basin with a metallic texture in its claws.

Dumbledore took the pensieve, placed it on the table beside him, then pointed his index finger to his temple, and then pulled out a silver thread.

After putting the silver wire into the pensieve, Dumbledore looked at everyone in the ward and said, "You can take a look. Maybe you can see the problem from different angles."

Catherine asked with a puzzled look on her face: "What is this? What is it for?"

Dumbledore glanced at Catherine and explained: "This is the Pensieve. It can be used to view stored memories. I have stored in it what I just saw in Orolin's mind."

"how to use?"

"Just stick your head in."

While Dumbledore and Catherine were asking and answering questions, Flitwick and Madam Pomfrey had already taken the lead in entering the memory world in the Pensieve.

When Catherine also came in, O'Loughlin and Dumbledore were in the middle of their conversation——

"You mean, my name is Michael O'Loughlin, and I'm the head of the Psychic Asylum at Hogwarts Hospital?"

In the picture, Oluolin leaned back with an expression that looked like you were kidding me.

Dumbledore nodded without any impatience: "Yes, we are in your mind now, but your mind seems different from ordinary people."

"Are you kidding me? I have lived here for 30 years. I finally applied for my personal psychological clinic. It just opened not long ago. Now you are telling me that all this is fake?" Ou Luolin looked a little angry. It's like everything I have worked hard for has suddenly been completely negated.

"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore said helplessly.

"Where's the evidence? Since you said it's all false, what's the evidence?" Oluolin suddenly calmed down, "Or, how do you prove that there is really magic in this world?"

Dumbledore took a deep look at Eurolin. He always felt that the scene in front of him seemed similar, but he still raised his hand and pointed to the water dispenser aside.

However, after a while, the water dispenser did not change at all.

However, Orolin did not laugh at anything. Instead, he looked at Dumbledore with some pity. His eyes seemed to say - you are so old and you still believe in the existence of magic. I understand you.

The scene ended here, everyone exited the pensieve.

"Michael doesn't believe in the existence of magic deep down in his heart?" Flitwick frowned deeply.

"I'm afraid that's the case." Dumbledore was also a little worried. This was the first time he encountered such a situation, whether it was a strange memory world or a completely different memory.

"I seemed to have seen the shadow of the big black dragon just now." Catherine raised her hands and shouted.

Dumbledore nodded and said: "That's the problem. There are obviously many shadows of magical creatures in the fog, but they can't use magic."

"But Michael has been using magic for 20 years. Why does he not believe in the existence of magic in his heart?" Madam Pomfrey was a little confused as to why this happened.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for people who do not believe in the existence of magic to learn magic. Such people are generally called Muggles.

"Is it just a matter of making Orolin believe in the existence of magic?" Catherine scratched her head and asked.

"Proving the existence of magic when magic cannot be used?" Flitwick touched his chin, "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

……

In the Potions classroom.

Neville looked at the glass bottle containing dark translucent liquid on the table, which was the strength potion mixed with bezoar and locust juice that Hermione had just finished making.

Although there were no signs of failure in making the potion after Hermione waved her wand just now, the smell of the potion itself was not very pleasant.

"Hey...Hermione, do you really want to drink it?" Neville was a little scared. You must know that Hermione doesn't have fecal stones now. If this bottle of potion is poisonous, then she will suffer.

"Of course I have to drink it. I don't have any extra materials now." Hermione said nonchalantly as she packed up her cauldron, "Here, let me lend you my wand. You hurry up and get it done, otherwise Professor Snape will be in trouble later." If you find out that you don’t have the spell, you’ll suffer.”

Neville reached out and took the wand with some hesitation. Although he had already processed the materials used to make the potion, he was really afraid that the production would fail and Snape would deduct a lot of points.

On the other side, Draco had returned to the classroom before the second period, and he was now listening to Seamus repeat what Snape had taught him before, how to add extra ingredients to the original formula of the potion of strength.

"First pour the bone meal into the crucible," Simo said while demonstrating. This was his second ingredient. He was going to add a little moonstone powder to the formula. "Then stir until the liquid in the crucible turns white. "

Draco handled his materials quietly while watching Seamus' movements. The preparation of the strength potion was in the textbook. He had already memorized it, so he didn't actually need the previous steps of Seamus. look.

The reason why he looked up from time to time to observe Simo's movements was because he was afraid that Simo would boil the strength potion into a pot of bombs again.

"Look, it turns white." Simo said proudly, "Then add the pre-ground tooth powder and continue stirring until the liquid turns yellow."

"This time, do it clockwise." Draco reminded him quickly when he saw that Seamus was showing signs of continuing to stir counterclockwise.

"That's right, go against it first and then go forward." Seamo muttered.

At this time, Ron, who was sitting not far in front, screamed.

Seamus looked up and saw Ron, as if he had secretly learned his secret skills, making himself look disgraced and his hair was still smoking.

Just now, when Ron made the strength potion for the first time, it was a clean success. Then when he made the second strength potion, he added a portion of valerian and it was successful again.

This made Ron very inflated, so he ignored Harry's dissuasion and insisted on using the last basic material to challenge and add three additional materials, valerian, locust juice and moonstone.

However, the addition of the first two materials was successful. When adding the moonstone, the liquid in the crucible suddenly rolled and emitted a burst of fire, and the scene in front of him occurred.

At this time, Ron was on the verge of tears. You know, Snape had just said that no matter what the final result was, he would drink it. Now he could only pray that the bezoars in the drawer would be enough.