Chapter 683 (1/2)

Dumbledore's office rocked violently - Harry was thrown forward and plummeted into the contents of the basin.

But his head didn't touch the bottom of the basin. He fell into something dark and cold. He kept sinking, as if sucked into a black whirlpool.

All of a sudden, Harry found himself sitting on the stool in that room, which was higher than the others.

He looked at the high stone ceiling and wanted to see a round window from which he had just seen it.

But there was nothing but black and hard stone. Harry gasped desperately and looked around him.

There was no witch or wizard in the room (at least 200) looking at him.

None of them seemed to notice that a 14-year-old boy had just fallen from the ceiling and fell into the middle of them.

Harry turned to a wizard sitting next to him, and suddenly he lost his voice. The cry echoed in a dead room.

He was sitting next to Albus Dumbledore.

It was terrible. Harry felt like he was going to be killed by Van Lin.

”Professor!” Harry said in a low voice, ”I'm sorry - I didn't really want to - I just looked at the stone basin in your cupboard - where am I

But Professor Dumbledore did not move or speak, completely ignoring Harry's presence and just staring at a door in the far corner of the room, just like everyone else.

Harry stares at Dumbledore at a loss, then at the crowd watching quietly, and then at Dumbledore.

Suddenly, Harry had a flash of light Once, Harry found himself in a world where no one else could see or hear him.

That time, he fell into a magical diary, into someone's memory Something similar happened again.

Yes, as van Lin said before, this is Dumbledore's memory.

So, now he should be in the meditation basin, pulled in by Van Lin, but, van Lin

Harry raised his right hand, hesitated for a moment, then reached in front of Dumbledore and waved.

Dumbledore did not blink, did not look back at Harry, or move at all.

So he was sure that he was in a memory, and this was not Dumbledore in reality.

But it should not have been a long time ago This Dumbledore sitting next to him has silver white hair, just like Dumbledore in reality. But where is this? What about wiesengamo? What are all these witches waiting for?

Harry looked at it more carefully. As he suspected from above, the room was underground - more like a dungeon than a room, he thought. There was a gloomy, cold and terrifying atmosphere: there was no painting on the wall, there was no decoration at all; there were only rows of seats in the room, each row higher than the other, all fixed, so they could clearly see the iron chain on the arm of the chair.

Before Harry reached a conclusion about the room, he heard a series of foot steps.

The door in the corner of the dungeon opened, and three men came in - one in the custody of two Dementors.

Harry was cold all over. The Dementors - the tall, helmet clad creatures with only eyes - were sliding towards the chair in the middle of the room, each holding one of the men's arms.

Their hands were like dead, rotten hands, and the man in the middle of them almost fainted. Harry thought it was not his fault Although he knew that Dementors would not touch him because it was in a memory, he was still a little afraid because he remembered clearly how powerful they were.

When the Dementor put the man on a chained chair and slid out of the room, the crowd recoiled, and the door closed after they went out.

Harry looked down at the man sitting in the chair. It turned out that he was kakarov.

Unlike Dumbledore, kakarov looked much younger; his hair and goatee were black.

But the difference was that he was wearing thin, ragged clothes instead of smooth leather, and he was shaking. The iron chain on the chair suddenly flashed gold, climbed up his arm like a snake and tied him there.

”Igor kakarov.” There was a sudden noise on Harry's left. He looked around and saw Mr. crouch standing in the middle of the seat next to him.

Crouch's hair is still black, his face is not so wrinkled, and he looks cool and agile.

”You were brought to the Ministry of magic from Azkaban, and you said you had important news to tell us.”

Kakarov quickly straightened up.

”I have, sir.” He said that although his voice sounded very scared, Harry still recognized the familiar glib.

”I hope it works for the Ministry of magic. I want to help. I - I know the Ministry of magic is going to round up the last remaining members of the Dark Lord. I am eager to do my best to help... ”There was a buzz in the audience.

Some people began to be interested in kakarov, others were skeptical.