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0129 Pensieve
The second Sunday after school started.
The busiest time had passed, and Adrian finally had time to re
"No," Dumbledore shook his head slightly but continued staring at the gemstone in Adrian's hand. "But this gemstone's quality... is very special."
"Moreover," he paused, then continued, "this method of memory storage is very ancient. I think this should be at least five hundred years old."
"It seems to have quite a background."
Adrian shrugged, came to the Pensieve, and drew his wand.
He gently pressed his wand against the crack in the blue gemstone, and the silvery-white substance within began to be drawn out like silk threads, flowing into the Pensieve under his guidance.
Those memories flowed in the basin, gradually interweaving into a mist.
When all the memories had entered the Pensieve, Adrian looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore made a "please" gesture.
Adrian nodded and leaned toward the Pensieve.
The next second, Adrian felt everything spinning around him, as if he were being drawn into a whirlpool.
When he came to his senses, his vision had arrived in an unfamiliar room.
Looking around, rough stone walls were embedded with blue runes that Adrian couldn't understand, and there were constellation patterns projected on the ceiling that caught his attention. On the wall to his left, bookshelves were densely packed with rolled parchments.
In the center of the room stood a heavy oak table with a candle on it, along with a familiar blue gemstone and that roll of parchment.
Just then, the heavy oak door was pushed open, and a woman with black hair and black eyes walked in. She went straight to the back of the oak table and picked up the gemstone and parchment.
Adrian couldn't help but look at the woman's face—it was exactly the same as what he had seen in Nicolas Flamel's crystal ball and in the Albanian Dark Forest.
This was already the third time he had seen this woman's face.
However, although Adrian felt like he had seen her somewhere before, he couldn't remember where—it must have been a very distant memory.
The woman suddenly spoke, and her first sentence made Adrian's pupils contract.
"I am Rowena Ravenclaw," Ravenclaw's serious voice rang out, her eyes seeming to penetrate through time and space. "This is one of my memories."
Adrian's breathing almost stopped. He finally knew when he had seen this woman's face before.
During his school years, he had secretly entered the Ravenclaw common room.
And in the Ravenclaw common room, there was a statue of Ravenclaw herself.
After careful identification, Adrian finally realized that the appearance of the woman before him was identical to that statue.
In other words, what he was now viewing was a memory from Ravenclaw herself!
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