HP: Let professors walk towards the light

After waking up from the Pensieve, I felt a headache. This was the first time I had looked at a memory for such a long time...

But at least I understood one thing, I was deceived by Hermalena, no, if I think about it carefully, she even reluctantly told me some truth.

After drinking some sedatives, my emotions stabilized a little. After taking a trip through Hermalena's memories, my ability to withstand stress seemed to have risen to a higher level.

And now, I think the thing that makes me feel most uncomfortable is not Voldemort or the strange phenomenon of second rebirth, but Hermalena's abnormal feelings.

Although I reviewed Hermalena's past two lives from a third-party perspective, I also personally experienced the changes in Hermalena's emotions. Even the guardian angel...

This is simply ridiculous!

[“Because the person I like died because of a Horcrux, so I hate it and I want to do something for him.”]

Suddenly, the words that Hermalena had said popped up in my mind. Sure enough, it was just as I said, a foolish emotion, irrational! To be a Death Eater under Voldemort? Could she do whatever she wanted just because she had been reborn and knew some trivial things?

Destroy the Horcrux? It was because of her arrogance that she almost died of exhaustion in that damn room!

As a last resort, I drank the remaining tranquilizer in my hand, installed her memory, and returned to Tallos Manor from the fireplace.

When I opened Hermalena's door, she was already awake, sitting on the bed, looking out the window with her head tilted.

"Professor, the weather looks really nice today." She bent her legs and supported her head with her hands on her knees.

Her long hair was draped over her back, but what had always concerned me was the half white part. In Hermalena's own memories, it was not there at first, but after she was reborn and woke up, the ends of her hair began to turn white in large areas, and after she cut her hair off and let it grow again, the ends would slowly turn white.

Excluding genetic factors, nutrient deficiency? Malnutrition? Mental exhaustion? Aging? The price of rebirth is definitely not that simple.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

She turned to me, smiled and said, "It's okay, thank you professor."

"Are you really not feeling unwell? You'd better tell the truth so that I can prepare a potion for you earlier."

She was stunned for a moment, not sure if she understood what I meant.

"It's okay." She still smiled and shook her head.

Looking at her like that, I lost the desire to come over and scold her harshly. Somehow, I sighed in front of her unconsciously, thought for a while, and put the memory bottle in my sleeve on the cabinet beside her bed.

Without looking at Hermalena's reaction, I turned around and prepared to leave. After opening the door, I heard her voice behind me, so I stopped and stood still.

"Did you see it all?" she asked.

Curiosity really does kill the cat, I thought to myself, and if I could, I think if I could go back to this morning, I would stop myself from opening that cabinet.

"I have some simple doubts, and I wonder if Tallos can answer them for her professor."

With her back to me, I heard her give a bitter laugh, and then she slowly said, "If it's because of your rebirth, I'm sorry I don't know."

"Why do you want to hide your memories? Haven't you learned the brain-blocking technique from Dumbledore? You can even deceive Voldemort, so why are you afraid of being found out by me? It's a pity that this method doesn't seem to work anymore." I said.

"Of course not. Do you remember the first time we met? Or maybe it should be said that it was the first time you met me."

I turned sideways to look at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with the memory bottle in her hand.

"I fainted not only because of the leakage of magic power, but also because my brain processed too much memory information in the instant after my second rebirth. The shock was too great. There is no Pensieve in Talros, and I have no experience in clearing memories, so I could only pull out the memories and sort them out one by one. It took me nearly a month to sort them out. I had a fever this morning because when I put the memories back, they stirred in my brain for a while, and I couldn't handle it. But thank you for taking care of me, professor."

Why don't you say it? The Pensieve of Hogwarts is right here with me, just mention it. Tsk, you take care of everything by yourself, it's strange if nothing goes wrong, if I wasn't in Talros, would you have to burn it alone for ten days or half a month? You don't consider the consequences of anything you do, you really haven't made any progress.

"Were you discovered by Voldemort for the second time?"

At the end of the memory, there was no ending for Hermalena, but now it seems that no matter what the answer is, she must have died again.

"Did Voldemort kill you?"

Surprisingly, Hermalena shook her head.

"I committed suicide."

Suicide? Why is it so easy to say? What on earth did he go through to choose suicide? Is he really in a desperate situation with no other options...

Seeing Hermalena's nonchalant look, I almost broke off the door handle.

Voldemort

"It doesn't matter. All that happened before is in the past. I have enough information. What's most fortunate is that I'm alive again. What's more, I'm happy that I met you so early this time." She swung her legs and opened the memory bottle. Strands of silver threads flowed along her wand into her temple.

"take a good rest."

I can't respond to Hermalena's feelings. In her memory, I will also be disturbed by her emotions, but this is the reality. No matter from any aspect, she shouldn't put that kind of emotion on me...

I turned to leave, but I heard Hermalena running towards me. She suddenly hugged me from behind, and for a moment, I didn't know how to react.

"Please don't leave yet, just let me hold you for a while...I beg you..."

Just like when we first met in the hospital, she wanted to beg me to stay with her, but it's a pity that you can't get a response from someone who is so rotten to the core and not likable. It's not worth it.

I lowered my head and saw Hermalena's white arms around my waist, which were so conspicuous against the black wizard costume. She ran out barefoot. There was no carpet in the corridor.

Just as I was about to raise my hand to let go of her hand, she took a step back, the heat from her back evaporated all at once, she said "sorry" and closed the door.

"Smart girl."

I came to the basement. This dark and gloomy environment was the most suitable place for me, just like my life.

I know very well how Hermalena feels about me, but I can't understand it. It seems irrational to me, especially since she is just... a child...