Vol 2 Chapter 677: Memory in the meditation basin

"What is a meditation basin?" Harry said curiously.
He saw a shallow stone basin in the front of the cabinet. The mouth of the basin had a strange shape: the letters and symbols that he did not know, and the silver light was emitted from the contents of the basin.
These silver light, can't figure out whether it is liquid or gas.
If you want to describe it, it is like a bright silver, but it keeps flowing, like the surface of the water rising in the breeze, and floating like a cloud, gently rotating, it is like a light that turns into a liquid. It is like a wind that solidifies into solid...
Harry suddenly raised a thought and wanted to touch it and see what it would be like.
But in the magical world, nearly four years of experience tell him that it is very stupid to reach into the basin full of unknown objects.
So, he turned to look at Ai Wen, Ai Wen must know what this thing is for.

In a nutshell, the meditation basin is an alchemy product used to preserve thoughts and memories in the mind.
Hearing Harry’s gaze, Ai Wen explained,
As long as we put the memory inside, we can use it to re-emerge. That memory, in an immersive way, people who appear in memory will not find the experiencer..."
As he explained to Harry, he gently stroked the meditation basin and carefully looked at the huge stone basin in front of him.
Compared with the method of use, Aiwen is more surprisingly the principle of the production of this thing.
After studying for a while, he had to give up, it was too complicated, and the meditation basin was far from being as simple as it looked.
Unless Dumbledore allowed Evan to smash this thing, there was nothing in the light from the outside.
"This stone basin can save and reproduce memories!" After listening to Ai Wen's explanation, Harry exclaimed, "It's incredible!"
"It's really incredible!" Ai Wen nodded.
"What is the letter above that used?" Harry continued, asking to follow.
"If you take the ancient magic lesson, you will know that this is like Niven, a kind of ancient magical text, which is used frequently in alchemy," said Ai Wen. "As for the complex symbols around Niven. It is a magic rune that can gather and transmit magic. I have not seen this arrangement before."
Harry nodded as if he could understand, and couldn't help but ask, "Avon, what are these strange silver things?"
"It's memory!" said Ai Wen, using a wand to point out the silver object inside the meditation basin.
His wand entered, the silver object swiftly turned, became more transparent, and looked like glass.
This was Dumbledore put in. He must have used it before, and he didn't have time to take the memory away.
"Remember!" Harry snorted and continued, "But..."
"Come on, let's go in and have a look, you will understand!" Avon said, holding Harry's right hand directly.
"What?!" Harry was surprised.
The next second, he was slammed into the stone basin by Ai Wen, and his head went down into it.
The scene at hand was changing rapidly, and Dumbledore’s office suddenly fell over.
Harry found that his hair didn't hit the pelvic floor as you imagined, but entered a strange world.
He fell in a cold, dark substance, as if he had been sucked into a black whirlpool...
Then he saw it clearly, it was a dimly lit room.
Harry thought it might be underground, because there were no windows around it, only the torches like Hogwarts plugged into the wall brackets, he saw rows of wizards sitting on the stepped benches around, the house was There is an empty chair in the center.
This chair gives people an ominous feeling, because its armrests are chained and seem to be tied.
At this moment, he and Ai Wen are sitting on a bench at the top of the room at the bottom of the basin, which is taller than other stools.
He looked up at the high stone ceiling and wanted to find the round skylight, but only the dark, solid stones were seen.
The surrounding scene made Harry feel more like a dungeon.
There was a bleak and gloomy atmosphere in the house. There was no picture on the wall, no decoration, only the rows of dense benches on all sides, stepped up, and the chain was clearly visible from all the seats. Chair.
What the is going on, how did they suddenly come to this place? !
Harry was puzzled for a while, but fortunately Ai Wen was still by his side, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.
"Avon, what is it here?!" Harry whispered, his voice sounding strange.
"I didn't say it before. The meditation basin is a prop used to re-experience memory. We are now in it, in a memory." Avon said, he sat next to Harry and looked around with interest. .
This is the special courtroom of the Ministry of Magic, where Wissen Gama is used to judge the sinister black wizards.
In the back of this small room, there is the only door key to the Azkaban Wizard Prison.
He has been here before, but at the time the courtroom was limited, it was far from shocking.
In this room, at least two hundred wizards are sitting around Irwin and Harry.
They are solemn and solemn, with ancient and exquisite costumes dominated by dark tones, giving people an invisible pressure.
"So we are in a memory now, who is this memory?" Harry continued to whisper, his breathing nervous and rushing, looking around, and then could not help but scream, crying in a quiet room echo.
Because he found the man next to him, it was Albus Dumbledore.
"Obviously, this is the memory of Dumbledore!" said Ai Wen. "We are in his memory at the moment. Do you remember my previous explanation about the meditation basin? Here, we are just bystanders, not being among them. People noticed that there is no way to change things. It is just a memory and belongs to Dumbledore's memory."
Harry nodded, and although he was already prepared, it was still incredible.
But the truth is, because all the wizards around do not seem to hear Harry's fright.
They looked solemn and stared nervously at the corner of the house, where there was a door.
The same is true of Dumbledore, who did not move or speak, and even ignored Evan and Harry.
Harry hesitated, and he raised his right hand in disbelief and waved in front of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore didn't blink, nor turned to look at Harry. He didn't move at all.
As Ai Wen said, this is just a memory, not a real world.