v4 Chapter 54： Dumbledore's Memory Extraction

Tom's idea is also very simple. Although the owner of this body is an orphan, it is impossible for the child to never see his parents after he is born, right? As long as it is not a baby who was abandoned without opening his eyes, he has a high probability of seeing his parents. Of course Tom now can't remember what happened when he was born, but he may have a memory archive in his brain. He only needs to use magic to retrieve this "archive" about his parents, and then he can peek into his origin.

Tom also wanted to know what kind of family he came from, whether his parents were wizards? What happened back then that caused him to be abandoned.

After hearing Tom's request, Dumbledore glanced at him, sighed silently, and nodded. Dumbledore could understand Tom's needs.

People always want to pursue their "roots". Children from orphans like this are more concerned about their "roots".

Dumbledore felt that no one at Hogwarts really understood the minds of students like Tom better than himself, so he decided to help Tom realize his long-cherished wish.

"There is such a magic, but the extracted memory is very unstable... If you let me do it, the effect may be better, but I don't think you will accept it." Dumbledore gently gave Tom two choices: or Do it yourself, to ensure privacy but not to guarantee the "clarity" of the memory, or Dumbledore will come and get the "high-definition version" of the memory, the consequence is that Tom's underwear will be seen through.

Two ways, let Tom choose.

Tom believed that if Dumbledore promised not to spy on his privacy casually, then according to the moral conduct of the old man, he would never do it deliberately. But this is not a question of whether Dumbledore thinks, but the secret will automatically jump to Dumbledore's eyes. Tom doesn't really have a choice. As long as he has secrets he doesn't want to reveal, he can't choose the second option and can only support himself.

"I can see that you have already chosen." Tom didn't say anything, but Dumbledore still understood what he meant from his expression.

"Sorry, things like opening up your heart—"

"You don't need to apologize, if it was me, I wouldn't let an outsider flip through my memory at will." Dumbledore smiled and stopped Tom from apologizing, "There is no need to ask others to do things that you can't do yourself. ."

"Okay, let's start the class... Tom, you should be able to use a Pensieve, right?"

Tom nodded.

"That's good. In fact, it's very simple to take the memory out of the brain and put it into the Pensieve. You just need to recall that memory, and then—" Dumbledore used the tip of his staff to touch the temple, and then he hooked out a Silver flocculent mist.

"That's it." Dumbledore scattered the memories he had picked up.

"But the problem now is that what you're looking for is memories that you can't recall, which requires you to let go of your mind and repeat the above actions without thinking. In this way, what you are hooked up from the tip of the stick is the memory that you have hidden deep in your mind. ' Dumbledore explained to Tom the principles of magic.

"But..." Tom hesitated, he discovered the drawback of this spell: I don't even know how many things I've forgotten, can I pick it up a little bit? How is this different from looking for a needle in a haystack?

Dumbledore naturally knew the drawbacks of his method, but he really couldn't help it.

"You can form a hint in your heart, so that you can draw a rough range." Dumbledore spread his hands, indicating that magic has its limits, unless Tom opened his heart and let Dumbledore go into his brain to find it.

"I'm here to show you an example, don't disturb me." Dumbledore finished his theory and began to demonstrate the practical operation.

I saw Dumbledore closed his eyes and his facial muscles slackened rapidly. In less than two minutes, Dumbledore's expression became very peaceful, as if he was asleep. This state continued for several minutes, and just when Tom thought Dumbledore was really asleep, Dumbledore moved.

He slowly raised the wand to the position of the temple, then put it on it, and slowly pulled out a small piece of memory. The moment that memory separated from Dumbledore's skin, Dumbledore opened his eyes again.

This time Tom felt that the eyes behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses were not so deep. If before his eyes were like bottomless lakes, now they are like crystal clear streams.

Dumbledore blinked, the stream disappeared, and the lake reappeared behind the glasses.

"Good luck." Dumbledore stood up, put that memory into the Pensieve, and then stirred the "liquid level" of the Pensieve, and a scene emerged.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Dumbledore blocked Tom's sight until he could clearly see the contents of his memory. After seeing it clearly, Dumbledore laughed.

"Oh, yes! There was a big claw in the beef chowder that Hagrid invited me to eat that day. I've been trying to find someone to ask what kind of animal claw it is, but there are too many things to do and I haven't had time." Dumbledore gestured to Tom Come here and look at the picture in the Pensieve.

Tom took two steps forward and saw a pot of stew in the basin. Dumbledore's fork was rummaging in it, and finally a big claw stuck out.

"First of all, I can rule out chicken feet and duck webs For this very strange looking big claw, Tom didn't recognize what it was.

"Hope it's not a mouse or something." A worried look flashed on Dumbledore's face.

After Dumbledore had finished showing it, it was Tom's turn to try to retrieve his memory.

He sat in the chair and tried to clear his mind from distractions as Dumbledore said. But Tom's brain is like a boat with a leaking bottom, and one thing he throws out, one thing—even many new things slip in.

It took him a long time to try to clear his mind, but it was obviously not as effective as Dumbledore's, and the fragments of memory he pulled out with his wand were mottled and mottled like scraps of paper that had been crumpled, cut and put together. The refutation, the light and the dark are different, as if it will be broken in the next second.

Dumbledore quickly put the Pensieve in front of Tom and watched him throw his memory into it.

An image floated up.

"Who ate the apple?!" The aunt wearing an apron picked up an apple that had only taken a bite from the trash can, revealing her fierceness.

"It's a shame to waste! Eat it for me!" The aunt just now changed her position and was closer to Tom and Dumbledore, as if she was standing in front of them.

Tom suddenly realized, remembering the cause and effect at that time, he said angrily, "I didn't know what wicked thing it was at the time. I just took a bite and threw the apple away, which made me take the blame!"