Hogwarts time travel

Time turns back to the present.

In Dumbledore's headmaster's office, there is a black shallow stone basin on the table.

Pensieve, people can take out memories and put them into this basin to watch repeatedly, it is a very magical magic prop.

People can watch their own memories in the third perspective and find some details that could not be found in the past.

The Pensieve is not a very rare item. Generally, some scholars and Aurors will have one in the hands of various shapes. Some even like to decorate the edge of the Pensieve with gems.

The difference is the upper limit of memory storage in the Pensieve. Dumbledore's is the largest one, and his memory is also the clearest. It can also improve the quality of some vague memories.

Dumbledore was alone in his office, pondering for a moment, then stuck his head into the Pensieve.

As if the sky and the earth were hanging upside down, Dumbledore seemed to be turned into a pensieve, and when he opened his eyes, he was already in a plain.

There is a small hill at the foot, overlooking the surrounding environment.

"Are you here?" A female voice came, and a blond female knight in light armor came slowly driving a horse.

"Hello, Stigarle." Dumbledore laughed, "Are you still used to it here?"

"It's okay." Stijl played with the ends of his hair idly with his fingers, "It's the same as before, it's not interesting."

"Are you interested in going out for a walk?" Dumbledore suggested.

"No way." Stigall shook his head. "I am a memory of hers. I have no origin and no way back. I can only stay here. At most, I need to change the carrier."

Stigarl smiled wryly, changing from a table to a basin, what's the difference?

"I have a way." Dumbledore smiled, "I can provide you with a body."

"Prisoner or civilian? If so, forget it. I don't want to invade other people's bodies." Stigar was a little moved, but still rejected Dumbledore's proposal.

"It's an ownerless body." Dumbledore said, "No matter in terms of blood or ethics, it is an ownerless body."

"If it is, it would be great." Still unable to resist the temptation to escape from reincarnation, Stigarl looked at Dumbledore.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"I want to ask you, is there any magic to improve the attack ability of the soul? I need to use the form of the soul to go out recently, and I need some magic self-defense."

"Dumbledore also needs to ask me?" Stigard saw through Dumbledore's excuse, "It's that little guy."

"His soul is suppressed by the prince, so there is no need to worry about the risk of destruction, but the attack ability of the soul and body is indeed very lacking."

In the magic world, there are very few magics that target the soul.

The most famous soul-type magic that is still active in the magic world is the Three Unforgivable Curses.

Dumbledore didn't know that someone still had the skill of "Master of Killing Curse", so he came to Stigar very sincerely to help Roya.

"look at this."

Stigar raised his palm, and a slender spear emerged in his hand.

There was a faint moon-white light radiating from the spear, which looked extraordinarily dreamy.

"The Spear of Soul Exile is a powerful magic that targets the soul. Once it is hit, it will directly shatter the soul. The disadvantage is that the soul of the thrower is not firm enough and there is a risk of being taken out of the body at the same time."

"It can also be used in the soul world, but the risk is greater, and the soul is easily torn apart by the force released when throwing it."

"However, these side effects have no effect on him, and it is very suitable for his state where his soul is protected."

"Thank you so much." Dumbledore wrote down all the steps of the magic release, and asked Stigall curiously.

"Have you started exploring the soul world so early?"

"It's all personal behavior." Stigall explained, "There are always people who are born with a keen sense of the soul, who can easily feel it and even enter the soul world."

"What's it like there?"

"That is the narrow space where all the souls of all living beings have dissipated, a blank space." Stigall recalled, "The souls of different people have completely different forms there, but they will all disappear under the influence of time and turn into Pure magic."

"Only those who are sensitive to the soul can enter the soul world, where they can find people who have just died."

"I thought people would be taken away by the god of death when they died." Dumbledore said jokingly.

"There are always places that he can't control." Stigall said vaguely, "Go and help me prepare my body."

"No problem." Dumbledore nodded, "The time is set in a week, how about it?"

"I don't care," Stigarl steered the horse towards the distance, "I've waited long enough, I don't care about waiting a little longer."

……

"Uh, uh, I'm Albus."

"Nico, have you mailed the ritual I borrowed from you?"

"Detained by customs?"

"Okay, I'll go for a run, thank you for your hard work, and treat you to dinner when I have time."

"Oh, I can't do without you, don't worry."

……

After being busy for a long time, Dumbledore sat down on the armchair in the principal's office with a tired face, and sighed deeply.

Although he went there and retrieved the things, it still made Dumbledore feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Do you want to call Rosetta now?

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, everything was ready, and the ceremony could begin immediately to expel the queen's soul imprint.

Forget it, forget it today.

Dumbledore fell asleep on the table.

At this time, the sky turned white, and a new day began again.

After sleeping for half an hour, there was a knock on the door of the principal's office.

Professor McGonagall walked into the principal's room and saw Dumbledore resting on the table at a glance.

It looked like Albus had another busy night.

Professor McGonagall sighed, since the end of the vacation, Albus has become more and more busy, and he hasn't read a book leisurely for a long time.

"Albus, Albus." McGonagall pushed Dumbledore. Although she couldn't bear it, she, a vice-principal, had no qualifications to decide this matter. Except for Dumbledore and the founders, Hogg None of the Watts principals can decide.

"Ah, Minerva." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them in a daze. He didn't mean to be angry, because he knew that it must be very important for Professor McGonagall to find him.

"The Minister's Secretary of the Romanian Ministry of Magic is here."

"Romania?" Dumbledore patted his head. He remembered that someone wrote to him before, and he agreed to meet him.

Because there were so many things, Dumbledore almost forgot, but he didn't expect the other party to come just after dawn.

"Bring him in." Dumbledore got up and went to the bathroom to wipe his face with a towel. When he came out again, he had recovered his hale and hearty appearance.