Just like when he took office last year, even though he had made up his mind not to attend the opening party, Aini still reluctantly sat on the teacher's bench and silently endured the torment of the devilish school song.
Dumbledore, on the other hand, was extremely proud of his "innovation". He looked at the carnival on the Gryffindor table with bright eyes, and even looked at the twins with approval.
Ani secretly cursed, having been encouraged by the principal at the opening party, I think the two dogs in human skins will have more motivation to have fun this year.
After finally getting through to the end, Ennis Snape looked at each other and followed Dumbledore.
"Well, thanks to you just now, if I can't get the Sorting Hat tonight, Minerva..."
Recalling the storm he faced in the office before the dinner, this man who is considered the most powerful man today can't help but feel palpitations.
Ani is unable to complain.
If I don’t give it back, why don’t I still hold it as a mat for the cat?
Procrastination was even more impossible. He kept things in his hands even though he knew the sorting was about to take place. He was not like George and Fred, who were worried about the world being in chaos.
If he did this, Professor McGonagall would definitely not let him off lightly.
Why did this old man take the Sorting Hat out when he had nothing to do?
He almost made the biggest joke in the past decades since he took office.
If this freshmen class relies on guessing games to decide on the college, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet will definitely be extremely grateful, and at least they won’t have to worry about headlines for half a month.
"Sit down, do you want something to drink?"
After Aini refused, the old man poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and sat behind the desk.
The elves are indeed conscientious housekeepers. Even though Dumbledore has been away for more than half a month, the principal's room is still cleaned spotlessly.
"Sorry, you may have to wait a little longer. The guy in the crystal ball is more troublesome than I expected."
Talking about their last harvest in Egypt, Dumbledore was a little troubled.
In fact, he had stripped out the memories from the ancient remnant soul half a month ago.
But this time the object is too special.
Although they are essentially the same as ghosts, they are both energy bodies that carry spiritual memories, but they cannot be compared in terms of intensity or weirdness.
After all, in the ancient Egyptian period, memory magic was like Transfiguration at Hogwarts, an independent professional subject.
In an ancient country where politics and religion were integrated, manipulating memory was a very practical skill.
Given the huge disparity between wizards and ordinary people, subduing them with physical force is only the next best thing. Whether they are kings or priests, manipulating people's hearts is their specialty.
So a problem arises.
Because we are not sure whether the other party has left any hidden tricks in his memory, the stripped out memories are not suitable for reading at all until it is safe.
Maybe there is a secret spiritual hint hidden in a corner.
Maybe it's the seemingly meaningless graffiti on the wall, maybe it's the changing clouds in the sky, maybe it's the abstract stripes outlined by a few grasses on the roadside, maybe it's the continuous hints mixed together.
Dumbledore must verify and extract the useful and harmless parts from the opponent's decades of memory.
This process cannot be omitted. After all, even if there are no problems in the memory, the rich content alone is a poison that is difficult to cure.
Not counting Aini, for a 16-year-old boy, allowing him to look through a decades-long memory immersively will most likely cause confusion in his thinking.
The occurrence of self-awareness disorder is almost an inevitable result.
If you skip reading, the learning effect will become extremely poor.
Just like when we watch a movie, we can't expect to get stuck at a key point in the plot every time we click on the progress bar.
As for the purpose of that unlucky sacrifice, given the common pursuit of the ancient Egyptians, it is not difficult to guess what kind of manipulation will be done in the memory.
Some of the traps Dumbledore discovered in his memory also verified this.
Copy the memory, distort the personality, and add all the memories of the original owner.
If the reader does not resist the hands and feet in memory, to a certain extent, it can also be regarded as the ancient priest who was resurrected in the present world after thousands of years.
Isn’t resurrection from the dead the supreme pursuit of the ancient Egyptians?
Even if this is not a resurrection in the strict sense, at least he can pass on his name.
In the understanding of the ancient Egyptians, as long as a person's name has not been completely forgotten, he is not truly dead.
Aini once saw a few words in a handbook about another specialty of ancient Egypt - a forbidden spell hidden in the lost name magic.
As long as there are still people chanting his name in the world, the soul of the caster can slowly continue to have power in the River Styx until one day it crosses the boundary between life and death and is resurrected on the ground.
However, it takes an extremely long time, and is far less convenient than plug-and-play for Horcruxes.
Of course, the price is not as high as a Horcrux.
The old man kept talking about his techniques and precautions when deciphering and stripping memories.
Aini also listened with great interest. These are valuable experiences, and some of the ideas have broadened his thinking.
For a moment, he was reluctant to pick up his original purpose and discuss it with Dumbledore.
It wasn't until Fox crawled down his trouser legs into his arms like a cat that Aini woke up.
At this time, on the large dial next to it, the shortest pointer had already crossed the center line.
"Sorry, I didn't expect it was so late."
Ani stood up still unfinished, it was almost two o'clock in the morning, and it was not a commendable thing to keep an old man who was over 100 years old up all night.
But thinking about how Dumbledore was frothing at the mouth just now, how could he feel tired at all?
Really pure visual old man.
Inexplicably, a Ford Anglia broke into Aini's eyes.
The old shell is indeed the old shell, as for the core inside...
Not only does it run faster than a new car, it can become invisible and fly when the mood strikes, and most importantly, it doesn’t need to burn fuel...
Having said that, I really should say goodbye at this point.
"I'm going back first, tomorrow..."
It seems to be the second day now.
Ani slapped his forehead, not because of the half-eaten "See you tomorrow", but because he suddenly remembered that the reason why he came to Dumbledore this time was still lying in his pocket without showing up...
So under the doubtful gaze of the old principal, Aini walked over with little Phoenix in his arms, took out a small box from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"This is?"
Dumbledore picked up the box smoothly and pressed the switch in the middle following Aini's instructions.
"Pa-ta~"
The extremely calm White Wizard glanced at it casually, and then he was so excited that he almost threw the things in his hands away.
I\u0026amp;amp;……%￥#%……!
Dumbledore pressed the bulging blood vessels on his forehead and looked at Ani with a special "caring" look.
With such a dangerous thing in your pocket, you actually chatted with me all night like no one else!
Feeling the rising blood pressure, Dumbledore felt like he had become an ordinary old man again.