After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 296 Pensieve (1)

"Oh, I suggest you don't touch this, Harry." Hermione came closer, covering her mouth.

"Okay, but why?" Harry listened to the advice. He took a few steps back and turned his head to wait for Hermione's explanation.

"Well, I don't know how to tell you. Anyway, this is quite private, and Dumbledore wouldn't want to see anyone else touching this thing." Hermione said hesitantly.

"But it doesn't look any different. I mean, Dumbledore wouldn't have cared that much, and I didn't see anything in there."

Harry took a few more steps back.

"Believe me, Harry, I saw it in the History of Hogwarts," said Hermione.

"Harry, this is the Pensieve. Dumbledore's memories are stored in it. He probably doesn't want others to see them." Lamia said.

"Well, since you all said so, I don't want to read it, even if it contains information about how to deal with Voldemort." Harry spread his hands helplessly. He actually thought that it didn't matter even if he read it. Would Dumbledore punish him for such a small thing?

As it turns out, it doesn't.

bang-

Fawkes appeared out of nowhere and bumped into Harry. He stumbled and pushed Lamia directly into the Pensieve.

"Lamia, Lamia! Are you okay?"

Hermione's voice gradually faded away, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

Lamia didn't know where she was and couldn't see anything around her. She seemed to be in nothingness.

Then, she fell in a cold, dark substance, as if being sucked into a black vortex—

Suddenly, Lamia found herself sitting on a bench at the top of the room at the bottom of the basin, which was higher than the other benches.

Above her head was a high stone ceiling. Lamia looked up, trying to find the round skylight, but all she saw was dark, solid stone.

Lamia's breathing quickened. She looked around. There were probably hundreds of wizards, but none of them were looking at her, or rather, no one noticed her at all.

Lamia didn't expect the scene in the Pensieve to be like this. She stood up and as she got closer, she saw many familiar faces.

For example, Dumbledore was sitting next to her at this moment.

"Sir?" Lamia called out tentatively, but as expected, Dumbledore neither moved nor spoke. Like the other wizards on the bench, he stared at the far corner of the room where there was a door.

Lamia understood. She knew that everything here was fictional and everything had already happened.

But Lamia had no idea they could be so vivid, as if she were there right at that moment.

Lamia suddenly remembered everything that had happened before, the same experience, but far worse than now.

Lamia sighed and walked back to her seat. She began to look around carefully. Where was this place? Dumbledore looked as old as he is now, so what time was it now?

The only thing Lamia could be sure of was that this place must be underground, or more like a dungeon. There was a bleak and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no pictures on the walls, no decorations of any kind. There were only rows of dense benches on all four sides, arranged in a stepped manner. The chained chair could be clearly seen from all seats.

Before Lamia could come out of her thoughts, she heard footsteps. The door at the corner of the dungeon opened, and three people walked in, or rather, one person was held hostage by two Dementors.

The Dementor, with its upper body covered by a large hood, slowly walked towards the armchair in the middle of the room, its rotten, dead-like hands tightly grasping the arm of the person in the middle.

The man looked like he was about to faint, and of course it was not his fault. Even if Lamia could not feel the power of the Dementors now, it was already deeply engraved in her memory.

Everyone around seemed a little timid. The Dementor placed the man in a chained chair and slowly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Lamia looked towards the man on the chair and was surprised to see it was Karkaroff.

Unlike Dumbledore, Karkaroff looked much younger than he was now, his hair and beard still dark, and instead of a sleek fur coat, he wore thin, ragged robes, and he was shivering.

At that moment, the chains on the chair arms suddenly glowed golden, and then snaked around Karkaroff's arms, binding him there.

Lamia listened carefully to the wizards' interrogation of Karkaroff, trying to get information about the identities of the Death Eaters from him, but unfortunately, what Karkaroff knew was obviously outdated, and he did not get a good result in the end. Instead, he was imprisoned in Azkaban again.

The next person brought in was even more unexpected. It was Bagman. Lamia didn't expect that there were so many familiar faces in this place. And there were far more than that. Lamia even saw little Barty, but he seemed very young at this time, and didn't look like what Lamia remembered at all.

Little Batty kept shouting that he was innocent, but none of the jury around him believed him.

The Dementors slowly walked in again. Barty Jr.'s three companions silently stood up from their chairs. The woman with long eyelashes looked up and shouted to Crouch, "The Dark Lord will come back, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban, and we'll wait! He will come back to save us. He will reward us specially! We are the only ones who are loyal! We are the only ones who try to find him!"

But Barty tried his best to get rid of the Dementors, even though everyone could see that their cold suction was beginning to take effect on him.

The audience laughed, some rising to their feet.

"I'm your son!" he shouted to Crouch. "Your son!"

"You're not my son!" Crouch roared, his eyes suddenly bulging outward. "I don't have a son!"

The little witch gasped and slumped down on the stool. She fainted, and Crouch seemed not to notice.

"Take them away!" he roared at the Dementors, spit flying everywhere. "Take them away and let them rot there!"

"Father! Father, I didn't participate! No! No! Father, please!"

"Oh, Lamia, you are here. I found you. It's time to go back, child." An old voice whispered in Lamia's ear.

Lamia came back to her senses and turned to look at the other side. Another Dumbledore appeared, and this Dumbledore was looking at her like this.

Lamia nodded. She knew that Dumbledore had discovered her and was probably going to take her away now. In fact, Lamia wanted to stay for a while longer, but there was nothing she could do since Dumbledore had come in person.