People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 291 The Sorting Hat in the Pensieve
It finally got dark, and the invisible Harry on the screen successfully left the Gryffindor common room, escorted by Harry and Ron.

The castle was pitch black. Harry listened to his own heartbeat and inexplicably recalled the scene of his first night walk after getting the invisibility cloak.

He looked down at his legs but saw only moonlight and shadows.

"Yes, that's the feeling."

The only difference is that he has now completely turned into a shadowless monster. Not only has he become shorter, but he also has paws with hard pads and thick curly hair.

This structure allows him to jump without making any sound.

At the same time, the fur on his body can also restrain the leakage of odor, body temperature, and magical magnetic field.

He is now the opposite of a ghost.

Ghosts have outlines, but cannot be physically touched.

And he can be touched, but everything else is imperceptible.

He could now go anywhere without being seen.

This was not arrogance. He ran boldly in the corridor without causing any commotion or attracting anyone's attention.

He walked right past Professor McGonagall on patrol without a change in his heartbeat.

Soon, the huge and extremely ugly stone monster appeared in front of him.

The first time he really faced the gargoyle was in the second grade, when Justin and Nearly Headless Nick were petrified by the basilisk. He was sent here by Professor McGonagall because he was the first to appear at the scene.

He still remembered everything behind the stone monster: the spiral staircase that slowly ascended like an escalator, the shiny oak door and the brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.
But today, he's going to get there another way.

He suppressed the urge to blurt out a long list of candy names (Dumbledore loved sweets, and most of the passwords were names of sweet candies, such as: iced lemonade, cockroach pile, toffee fingers, and sizzling bees), and began to focus on the magic fairy device to sense the coordinates left by his mother in the principal's office that only they could sense.

He closed his eyes, and in the pitch-black world, a fluorescent light appeared.
The fluorescent light spread and enveloped him, and after a dizzying moment, he opened his eyes.

The gargoyles before him vanished.

(Bajir once again admired Lily's ingenuity. The fluctuations caused by the spatial transfer were absorbed and turned into magic to conceal the aura. To use a culinary metaphor, it was like cutting meat on tofu, and the tofu remained intact.)
"Good, Dumbledore is not in the office after all," Harry said happily.

What appeared before him was a round room that looked very familiar to him, and the various funny little noises in it could also be found in his memory.

Even though the world had changed, Dumbledore had changed his gender, and even got married, the layout of the room had not changed much.

"Dumbledore is not necessarily feminine," Harry muttered.

On the table with long and thin legs, there were still many strange and bizarre silver items, rotating and emitting small puffs of smoke.

The walls were still covered with portraits of former headmasters and principals, all of whom were snoring softly in their frames.

The table with the claw-shaped legs that struck him as out of place is still there.

Even Fox, who now had some golden-red fur, was taking a nap on the golden branch behind the door.

The only difference was the tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat on the shelf behind the table - the Sorting Hat was gone, and the glass case next to the shelf where a gleaming silver sword with a large ruby ​​on the hilt should have been - the Sword of Gryffindor was also missing.

There was also a photo of three people placed on the desk. They looked like a loving family. The blond young man was hugging a beautiful silver-haired young woman who looked like a different person from human. The young woman's blue eyes were fixed on the baby in her arms. The baby was struggling, and the two of them showed doting smiles.

(Although they were in two different countries, Dumbledore and Grindelwald simultaneously smiled the same way as in the photo, "Is this our child?")
(Their hearts melted, and they all used various methods to record this memory.)
'Is this their child, Credence Dumbledore?'

'What caused this loving couple to be separated from each other now? '

Harry didn't think any further.

He just turned around, and today's target was in the black cabinet behind him.

He easily opened the door without alerting Fox.

The cabinet door was not locked because there was something safer than a lock - a maze of memories of past principals.

In the cabinet was a shallow stone basin with strange carvings on the rim: letters and symbols that he would never have recognized if he had not become a warrior - Saxon runes.

This is also a kind of rune, an Anglo-Saxon rune.

The stone basin is a Pensieve, and it is the first time he has seen it (in the movie version, Harry has not seen a Pensieve in his fourth year).

And the silver light inside, that indistinguishable like a piece of bright silver, is constantly flowing; like ripples on the water in the breeze, and like clouds that spread out and swirl softly; like light turning into liquid, and like wind that condenses into solid, is memory.

The real Sorting Hat is hidden inside.

("What is this?" Ron asked.)
("Penney Basin." Hermione's pupils dilated, and she leaned completely on Basil. "A precious magic item that contains powerful and complex magic, usually made of metal and stone. It is very rare because only the most powerful wizards will use them, and because most wizards are afraid to use it.")
("What are you talking about?" Ron said, not understanding.)
(Hermione had long been accustomed to Ron's ignorance, and began to spout knowledge, "Because the magic of the Pensieve will present the memory vividly, using every detail buried in the subconscious to faithfully reproduce the memory, thereby allowing the owner of the memory or a second party to enter the memory and move within it.)
("This is also what most wizards fear.")
(“Anyone who has something to hide, is ashamed of their past, desires secrecy, or wants to protect privacy will inevitably be more wary of the Pensieve.”)
(“Thus, a wizard’s Pensieve, like their wand, is considered a very personal item and is buried with the person, and any thoughts or memories stored in the Pensieve are buried with the owner unless otherwise requested.”)
("Also, using a Pensieve to review and organize thoughts is much more difficult than recalling memories, and only a few wizards have this ability.")
("I see," Ron felt the knowledge flowing through his brain without leaving any trace, "If that's it, why are you so excited?")
("That's it?" Hermione was a little unbelievable. "This Pensieve is not Dumbledore's personal property, but belongs to the school. This means that all the headmasters of the past generations have used it for a long time, and they have also left their life experiences in the form of memory!")
("What does this mean?" Ron's eyes flickered with innocence that had not been tainted by knowledge.)
("What does it mean?" Hermione almost gasped, "It means that it itself is a precious book that records the most intuitive history. No, it is a precious library provided to the current headmasters!")
("Oh," Ron shrugged. "So that's it.")
Unknown to Harry, Ron and Hermione had been arguing over the Pensieve in front of him.

He leaned straight down, his head completely inside the cabinet.

In the wizarding world, it is extremely foolish to put your hand into a basin filled with unknown objects, let alone put your face directly close to it.

But he already knew what it was beforehand.

"The Shadowless Monster's invisibility is truly complete."

The silver object in the basin still retains its original appearance.

Harry, who had been taught everything about the Pensieve by Lily, knew that when magic power was input or when intelligent life approached, the silver object, which was the memory itself, would begin to spin rapidly, starting with the surface and eventually turning the entire thing into a transparent glass-like texture.

Then, a memory appears.

The memory of the Sorting Hat is hidden in the sea of ​​thousands of memories left by successive headmasters.

But now, he was so completely invisible that even the memory and the Pensieve could not detect his presence at such a close distance.

'How can I make it react? ' 'Remove the invisibility? Will this make Fox notice? '

'Just take the Pensieve?'

'How can I find the right memory among so many?'

The audience could not tell what Harry was thinking, but it was different for Lily. Without Harry hiding his thoughts, these thoughts sounded more like questions to her.

"Thoughts, unwavering thoughts," Lily said. "Knowing that the Sorting Hat is in there means success."

"It is true that there may be thousands of memories related to the Sorting Hat in it, but you just have to think about getting it. This is difficult for other wizards in this world, but it is different for you, Harry."

"You are a magic fairy, a magic fairy transformed into a magical spirit."

"Your magic is both your raft of immortality and a manifestation of your true self."

"You just need to inject your magic and it will give the right response."

'Infuse magic,' Harry thought in amazement. 'That simple?'

So, Harry, who was still in the form of a shadow monster, placed his hand on the edge of the basin and began to inject the elf magic power.

The memories in the Pensieve began to rotate as Lily said, and turned into a transparent substance.

‘Success! ’

Harry leaned down again, and a beautiful circular room appeared beneath the transparent substance.

It was as if he were looking into the room through a circular skylight.

The bright light in the room made him look very familiar.

Eventually, the portraits of principals on the wall allowed him to recognize that this was the principal's office.

There were no longer any silver objects emitting smoke and strange noises, nor was there the phoenix Fawkes.

The interior decoration is also Slytherin-style, and it is obvious that the current headmaster is a Slytherin.

The feminine style further proves that this is most likely owned by Phineas Black, the female in this world who created the "Zi Mu River".

"Is this the memory?"

Before Harry had time to think about it, Lily's voice rang out, "Now, put your head in."

'Yes, Mum.' Harry didn't have time to think, and followed the command - his nose touched the surface of the memory.

Dumbledore's office seemed to have suddenly fallen over, upside down.

Harry felt as if his body had fallen headfirst into the basin, but his hair did not hit the bottom of the basin.

He was falling through a cold, dark mass, as if being sucked into a black vortex—but he was still able to breathe.

Suddenly, Harry found himself back in his normal form, sitting in the plush green and silver high-backed chair that belonged to Phineas Black's office.

He subconsciously looked up at the original dome, trying to find the round skylight, but all he saw was a portrait of the former principal and a silver snake sculpture.

The door slammed open.

Harry's body stiffened instantly, remembering that he was no longer invisible.

A dark-haired witch in silver and green Slytherin-style robes walked quickly towards him.

("Is this the old man?" Sirius couldn't help rubbing his eyes several times.)
She was a witch with white skin with invisible pores that almost glowed in the sun, a breathtaking beauty that exuded a bit of evil, and black curly hair.

The shadow of Hillis can be vaguely seen from the outline.

He even seemed to be able to smell the faint tulip scent of Sirius emanating from this witch.

Her beauty was so breathtaking and so aggressive that he could only watch her sit on him.

(A large number of the audience began to boo.)
(Ginny, already numb, clenched her fists again.)
Then her body passed through him and he and she overlapped.

Harry couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Then he suddenly woke up.

"The charm of witches in this world is too amazing. No wonder male wizards can't resist."

"What idiots! Haven't you noticed that there are fewer and fewer wizards?" A lark-like voice that was completely different from her aggressive appearance sounded, "What do you mean by [Mother and Child River] doesn't need to exist? Do these stinky bitches in the Ministry of Magic have their heads in the womb?"

The Sorting Hat!
Harry then remembered, 'I'm here to find the Sorting Hat!'

Only then did he stand up from the high-backed chair, on Phineas Black's body.

Start looking for the Sorting Hat in every corner of the room.

But even though he searched everywhere, he still found nothing.

("Where is the Sorting Hat?" Professor McGonagall frowned. "Could it be that Harry has misplaced his memory?")
("Perhaps the Sorting Hat in our memory is not necessarily what it looks like." Dumbledore speculated.)
"Harry, the Sorting Hat in your memory may not be what it looks like!" Lily finally spoke up. She had been thinking while Harry was looking for it, "You shouldn't be unable to meet Phineas Black!"

(In the memory of the Pensieve, in the ocean of condensed thoughts, Lily's voice could no longer be hidden.)
"Just like you can touch the tables and chairs and step on the floor, you should be able to touch Phineas Black's body too!"

"The only reason you can't touch it is because you're touching it in the wrong place and in the wrong way!"

"Uterus!"x2Harry and Lily said in unison.

(End of this chapter)