Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Evans' Memories (Edited)
In Dumbledore's office was a treasure called the Pensive, which allowed him to store memories and observe the memories of others.
Dumbledore opened the door to his office and led Tom inside. The Headmasters on the wall were awake and chatting in a group, and when Tom entered, they just looked at him and went back to their conversation. Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix, was on his branch as usual, his head buried in his wings as he slept.
There was a shelf behind Dumbledore's desk, on which hung the Sorting Hat. Next to the hat, in a glass case, was a gleaming sword with a ruby the size of a pigeon's egg in the hilt. This was Godric Gryffindor's sword, and it was there for a true Gryffindor when he needed it.
Dumbledore went to a black cabinet and pulled out of it a shallow stone basin, the mouth of which was engraved with runes and some other mysterious symbols, and which had been filled with a silvery substance that was both liquid and gaseous like a cloud. The mysterious substance was like silver, but constantly flowing, rippling on the surface, spreading and swirling like a cloud.
It was as if light had become a liquid, or as if wind had condensed into a solid.
"The Pensadero is a tool for mages to store their memories. Most Pensaderos will be buried along with the wand when the owner dies, because the memory inside has a strong personal color. However, there are also Pensers that will bring back memories that are passed down from generation to generation by wizards, such as this Pensive at Hogwarts." Dumbledore walked over to the Pensive, pulled out his wand and stirred the memories stored in it.
The penetration of the wand caused the surface of the silver object to spin faster, and even a small vortex faintly formed.
"Sometimes I feel like I have too many thoughts and memories in my head, and that's when I use the Pensive," Dumbledore said, pointing to the stone basin, "To suck the leftover memories out of my head with my wand, pour them into this basin, and look at them when I have time."
Tom looked at the Pansy and saw that a faint figure had emerged from it.
"The human brain only develops and uses a small part of it," Tom retracted his gaze, "Professor, did you know that? Human memory is divided into two types: surface memory and deep memory. Many times we think we have forgotten something. But we haven't, it's just lying dormant in the depths of our brain."
"There are many reasons to forget, time, pain, external forces, memory is the best asset a person can have, isn't it?" Tom's wand had appeared in his hand, "Professor Dumbledore, can I borrow your Pensive to store some memories? I trust that you, being the man you are, would not peek into them."
Dumbledore smiled and nodded, swearing that he would not peek into Tom's memories and that he would never eat sweets again if he broke his promise. After taking the oath, Dumbledore showed Tom how to extract the memories.
Tom believed that the Pensive was meant to preserve the wizard's "freshest" memories. It is important to understand that memories "fade" over time, changing details in ways that the owner of the memory could not foresee. For example, the first day of military training is certainly not the same as the last, and the last day may add an unexplained filter of embellishment to the first.
But if you extract the memories at the end of the first day, you get the "freshest" and most original memories of the training.
Tom wanted to do this because he realized that the memories he had seen of Lockhart were beginning to blur, especially the memories of the people Lockhart had stolen, which were changing in detail. These memories, which were becoming tainted with his own and Lockhart's, were unacceptable to Tom.
So he had to extract these memories and keep them pure.
Tom followed Dumbledore's instructions and rested the tip of his wand on his temple. When he withdrew the tip of his wand, there were strands of silver-white hair stuck to it. Tom put this new memory into the Pensive and saw several strange but familiar wizarding faces floating in the bowl. Holding the Pensive in his hands, Tom spun it like a gold digger spins a sandbox until the memories sank.
When it was all over, Dumbledore walked over to Tom and added Evans' jar of memories to the meditation pile. Suddenly, the scene in the Pensive changed, and Dumbledore approached the Pensive with Tom.
Tom strained his eyes to see inside the Pensive, and discovered that beneath the silver memories was a wagon-like scene, with Tom looking through the skylight of a train.
Did it look like a Muggle train? Judging by the inside of the carriage, it must have been a first-class seat, but Tom was sure it wasn't the Hogwarts Express. The characters in the lower compartment were all adults dressed as Muggles, and by their appearance and movement, they were all passengers on this train.
Dumbledore took Tom's arm and pulled him closer to the Pansy.
"Watch me do it." He demonstrated to Tom as he approached the Pensive, bent down and plunged his head into it. The depth of the Pensive was such that at most it would have covered Dumbledore's cheek, and not even his sideburns would have gotten wet. Instead, the Pensive swallowed Dumbledore like a bottomless abyss.
Tom followed suit, bending down so that the tip of his nose touched the surface of the memory in the Pensive.
In an instant, Dumbledore's office flipped, and Tom felt a suction in front of him, as if he were on the edge of a vortex, and he rushed forward, headlong, into the Pensive. The memories in the Pensive were shiny silver, but after falling into the Pensive, Tom felt himself falling through a cold, dark substance.
Tom found himself in a fluffy, roomy armchair with plenty of space in front of him and a small shelf for his luggage. In front of him was a neat and tidy table, and in front of it sat the kindly old wizard Dumbledore.
He pointed behind Tom, who looked in that direction and saw Evans sitting diagonally behind him. Even in the Muggle world, Evans wore his monocle, double-breasted coat and bowler hat. Going back eighty years, there was nothing out of place in this outfit. But in the 1990s, it was a little out of place.
Evans, at this moment, is earnestly looking into a Muggle "mirror," while the other passengers in the carriage are going about their business: reading, writing, or just resting their eyes.
None of them were playing with their cell phones or video games, as none of these portable devices had been invented yet. There are always people who make fun of foreigners for reading books in the subway, but those people have never been abroad. They don't know that foreigners read books on the subway because they have no signal.
In the last couple of years, the signal has become more widespread and they play with their cell phones quite a bit.
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Chapter 151: Chapter 151: A Change in the Carriage (Edited)
The train was moving along smoothly, and Tom and Dumbledore were sitting in their seats, not saying a word. They both knew that this was Evans' memory, in someone else's memory, and that whatever they did would not interfere with the memory. Tom was now, so to speak, watching a 3D movie.
Evans was reading the newspaper in the first-class carriage like a true Muggle gentleman, and Tom had the feeling that the reason he had adopted the Muggle way of traveling was probably to experience Muggle life.
Tom noticed, near the carriage door, a plump man sitting. The man was dressed in a suit, which Tom could see at first glance was worth a lot of money, but even the best tailor couldn't hide his fat body.
At that moment, the plump man was placing his suitcase on the table, with a pen and notebook beside it. He turned the combination lock on the briefcase and it opened to reveal its contents: a dozen neatly wrapped antiques.
The fat man carefully put on his gloves, then took the coins out of the case one by one to look at them, all the while continuing to write and draw in the notebook.
Out of curiosity, Tom leaned over and after seeing the coins and the words he clearly wrote, he could no longer restrain himself.
The man was holding an ancient Chinese coin, in very good condition, with four large characters written on it - Chunxi Yuanbao, and the coin had such a genuine feel to it that Tom glanced at it and thought it was the real thing. But what the man had written in the book was interesting.
Name: Twenty-five of Chunxi Yuanbao
Weight: 6.90g
Size: 29.9*1.7 MM
Price: 5,000 pounds sterling
Well, this coin will fetch a whopping 90 RMB in 30 years, including shipping and handling.
The fat man muttered, "This coin is a thousand-year-old coin from ancient China, it's a rare survivor, it's in mint condition, and it's a bargain for only £5,000."
But Tom had no idea that this "Twenty-five of Chunxi Yuanbao" would be the only authentic coin this gentleman would bring out next.
He then brought out other "antiques" from China, several bronze coins in the form of knives and shovels, a bronze Shang and Zhou dynasty jue, a shiny Xuande stove and a jade seal with one corner missing and replaced with gold....
Tom: "..."
It seems that the man who sold him the coins at first was quite conscientious.
Dumbledore was also standing next to Tom, and was saying, "This Muggle gentleman seems to be quite the collector of the flawed products of modern industry."
But his and Tom's eyes immediately froze. There was another layer underneath the box. The first layer is various Chinese "antiques", and the second layer is various European and American cultural relics, and the odd gold coin is mixed in.
The fat man took out the antiques one by one and wrote down their prices, names and data in his notebook. As he pulled out the gold coin, Evans looked at the fat man.
The fat man didn't notice, he was still holding the coin in his hands, his face less than twenty centimeters away from it, his eyes gradually blurring.
Glancing at his notebook, Tom saw that he had dated the coin to the time of Caesar, and looked at Dumbledore.
"You are correct this time, the gold coin is indeed minted in Caesar's time," Dumbledore said, answering Tom's question, "It must be a denarius issued by Caesar's household when he led his army back to Rome from Gaul in 49-48 BC. "
"The elephant symbolizes Caesar, the snake represents Pompey, Caesar's political enemy, and if you look closely, you will see the inscription "CAESAR" engraved on the obverse." said Dumbledore, pointing to the indistinct line of letters at the bottom of the gold coin.
He found that Tom was looking at him strangely, so he spread his hands, "I have read many books, so it is normal to know the history of the magical world and the Muggle world. If you live as long as I do, then you will be as wise as I am."
"Professor, look at this man. Tom pointed at the fat man. At this moment, his condition was a bit strange: his eyes lost their brightness and black lines appeared on his face, this was because the blood in the blood vessels turned black, his pupils dilated rapidly and his eyeballs clouded.
Dumbledore glanced at him and frowned, "He's dead."
The man was not only dead, he was decomposing at an abnormal rate. However, this change went unnoticed by the passengers in the carriage.
The train track may have lifted, causing a sudden jolt as the train moved, and the gold coin slipped from the fat man's hand and fell to the ground. Tom clearly saw Evans twist his finger toward the coin and it flew reluctantly into his hand. As soon as he had the gold coin in his hand, Evans' expression changed and he hurriedly stuffed it into his bag, not daring to hold it or carry it close to his body.
Something strange happened. The man who was clearly dead and began to rot suddenly became active, his face became extremely horrible. For him, losing the gold coin was like throwing away the most important thing in his life. Not even death could stop him from getting his gold back.
The matter had to be explained by magic. Evans had just used the levitation spell without making any noise, but still the man had been able to locate the coin in an instant.
His clouded eyes had turned blood red, and vein after vein was bulging on his forehead. The man staggered to his feet and walked directly toward Evans.
This noise alarmed a lady sitting in the man's back seat, when she clearly saw the man's face in front of her, she couldn't help but let out a scream: that face was so horrible that it didn't look like the face of a living person at all.
The scream made the other passengers in the carriage stop what they were doing, and then they saw the moving corpse, many people gasped.
The fat man approached Evans and held out a hand that had begun to swell and distort, "Give me back my gold coin." The man said a single word.
Evans looked at the man, "Is this gold coin really that important? It's so important that you can't stop thinking about it after you're dead. It will only bring disaster to you and your family and friends, so let me take care of it for you..."
"Me, after death?" The man was a little confused, and then, as if in reaction, he said to himself, "Oh, yes, it looks like I'm dead..."
His skin began to swell into large bumps, then burst and foul-smelling pus oozed from them.
He threw his fist at Evans and shouted something no one could understand.
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