Her rickety body was crumbling, like a candle in the wind.
There was a look of regret on Bagshot's old face, and he kept saying: "Why did I forget? How did I forget? I have to look for it..."
"Ma'am?" Sean and Harry looked at each other in confusion, wondering why the old lady suddenly became like this.
Bagshot held on to the cabinet and walked quickly to the second floor, trembling. On the way, various things were knocked over by her, but she didn't notice it.
Sean caught a fallen plate and put it back on the shelf. On the other side, Harry was busy holding on to the low cabinets.
"Sean, you shouldn't ask. Ms. Bagshot can't remember those things a long time ago. How could Dumbledore be friends with Grindelwald... Oh, damn the plate!"
Hermione's face was also full of doubts: "Has Professor Dumbledore experienced these things? Moreover, the person in that photo is completely different. Ms. Bagshot's mental state does not look stable. She seems to be completely confused."
"Who knows..." Sean muttered.
Harry and others stayed behind to tidy up the fallen cabinet, while Sean went up to the second floor. He was worried that the old lady might accidentally drop him.
The second floor is equally crowded, and the old wooden floor makes an unsettling creaking sound whenever you step on it.
Bagshot walked into a bedroom, which seemed to have been occupied by no one. Sean walked in and ate a mouth full of dust.
Bagshot, on the other hand, was hunched over, searching for something in the dusty bedroom.
"Ma'am, what are you looking for?" Sean fanned in front of his face. There was so much dust here that he could hardly open his eyes.
Bagshot didn't answer. She seemed to be in a daze, panting and rummaging around for something.
After a long time, she didn't find what she wanted. She just stood there blankly: "Why is it gone? Why is it gone..."
"Ma'am?" Sean walked over cautiously. The old lady seemed to be mentally unstable. Her eyes were dull and her hands were trembling slightly.
"Gellert, Gellert," Bagshot held a shabby letter in his hand, "The things he gave me can't be found..."
Something? Did Grindelwald give his great-aunt something important?
Bagshot looked troubled and regretful: "He told me - saying that this is what Albus needs. This may be able to restore their shaky relationship. He asked me to deliver it, but I forgot..."
Sean frowned slightly, something that could restore the relationship? Why didn't Grindelwald give it to Dumbledore himself? Is it still the sentiment of old men to face shamelessly? Moreover, Bagshot at that time should not be as confused and forgetful as he is now, right?
?
strangeness……
Bagshot sighed and raised the letter in his hand: "Only the letter is left, why are the things gone..."
Sean looked at the letter and asked tentatively: "Can I see that letter?"
Bagshot was indeed confused. She looked at Sean and made a sound of surprise: "Gellert, are you back to see me?"
"Madam, I am not Mr. Grindelwald, you have the wrong person." Sean explained.
Bagshot didn't listen at all. She put the letter into Sean's hand: "Child, I'm so sorry, I lost the thing you gave me... I actually forgot this, and now I'm too old to move.
You'll have to find Albus yourself—"
"I'm really not..."
But old Bagshot believed that Sean was Grindelwald, so she pushed the letter over to her with great force. When Sean tried to return it to her, he was slapped hard by the old lady several times.
The helpless Sean had to put away the letter, and was finally caught by Bagshot thinking he was Grindelwald. It was not until Harry went back to find Lily that he reluctantly escaped.
"She has been mentally unstable recently. She is too old." Lily comforted Bagshot to sleep, closed the door for her, and then turned around to explain.
"Oh, poor lady." Daisy was a little unhappy. In her childhood, Ms. Bagshot was a gentle and kind old lady.
"In a few days, I will take her to St. Mungo's to have a look." Lily comforted her daughter and then took them back home.
Back at the Potter's house, the guest room was ready. Old Bagshot looked weak, but his strength was not small. In the dusty room, Sean was covered in dust when he was pulled.
He walked into the bathroom to take a bath, and then he realized that the letter Bagshot had sent him was still in his pocket.
Although he was very curious, Sean felt that it would be better not to pry into other people's privacy casually, and he would leave it to Dumbledore until school started.
However, just as he took off his clothes and took out the letter inside, a huge suction force suddenly appeared.
Sean didn't even have time to react before he fell into the opening of the letter.
Sean felt like he was falling from a high altitude. A strong sense of weightlessness enveloped him. After a while of spinning, he finally stepped on the ground.
"What is going on..." Sean looked around subconsciously, and then he was surprised to find that his body was actually illusory.
And he was standing in a place he had seen before, which was in front of the Dumbledore family's old house.
However, this old house is much more lively than what Sean has seen before. Although it is not luxurious, it is no longer the shabby and lifeless place that has been unoccupied for a long time.
"I think you can try it."
"Of course, Albus, it took both of us a long time to research this. Those idiots were busy looking for a more comfortable sewer."
Two young voices came, and Sean turned his head and saw the two young men he had just seen in the photo.
"Dumbledore and Grindelwald..."
The young Dumbledore, with confident eyes and a steady and cheerful pace, was excitedly saying this to the equally young Grindelwald beside him.
"Gellert, I can't wait to try it."
The corners of Grindelwald's mouth raised slightly, his smile was uninhibited and joyful. He lazily hooked Dumbledore's shoulder with one arm and said in a relaxed tone: "Why don't you try it now? My friend."
He licked his lips excitedly: "Time will not wait for me, we are going to change the world!"
"You're right, Gellert."
The two of them didn't notice Sean standing at the door at all, and walked into the house with their arms around each other.
Is he in memory? Sean frowned. That letter has the ability to pull people into memory, which is equivalent to a small pensieve?
Only then did he realize that he was still holding the letter in his hand.
Sean took out the worn and yellowed letter paper.
Dear Albus: I know you won't forgive me, but I think this is what you need.
Regarding the magic stone to create a body and transform the soul, I already have a mature method...