Chapter 135: Meditation basin

"A first-year Gryffindor girl is looking for me. She is in the hallway now?" Jon couldn't help repeating.
　　Eloise Midgen nodded: "Yes, she said she is in a hurry."
　　 "Let's go out and have a look!" Jon walked out of the common room, then climbed out of the barrel.
　　 "Joan!"
　　 Hearing this familiar voice, it seems that I guessed right, it was Natalie Pavlova.
　　 "You are actually a warrior at Hogwarts!" Natalie exclaimed with some excitement: "It's amazing, isn't it!"
　　 "That's it." Jon's tone was slightly cold: "What's the matter?"
　　 "Yes, yes!" The little girl hurriedly turned into her pocket, and finally turned out a note and handed it over.
　　The handwriting on the note is familiar and simple:
　　 "At 7 o'clock in the evening, milk toffee."
"I was wandering around in the hallway on the eighth floor, and Professor Dumbledore suddenly appeared behind me and brought me the note to you!" Natalie whispered quickly and whispered: "I was then I'm so nervous, Professor Dumbledore is talking to me for the first time... By the way, Jon, what does the note mean?"
　　 "Professor Dumbledore asked me to go to his office at seven o'clock tonight...the password is behind!" Jon explained, looking at his watch.
　　 It is already 6:45 PM GMT.
　　 If you don’t leave right away, you might be late.
　　 "Isn't it almost time!" Natalie said anxiously: "When I passed the hall just now, I saw that it was past 6:30!"
Her voice became slightly smaller: "Why don't we go upstairs together now? Professor Dumbledore's office is on the eighth floor, right? I just want to go back to the Gryffindor lounge on the eighth floor. !"
　　 "Well, let's go together!" Jon nodded without thinking of any reason for rejection.
　　……
　　Walking on the stairs and corridors, from time to time I heard others pointing to me.
　　 Jon Hart has been at Hogwarts for more than two years, but this is the first time he has been treated like this.
　　 "Is that Jon Hart...unbelievable, he looks so young after taking off his dragon leather coat."
　　 "He is now the youngest warrior in the history of the Triwizard Tournament..."
　　 "Should I ask him for a signature?"
　　 walked all the way, and heard the passers-by, regardless of age and college, whispering to him.
　　 Natalie’s performance was not as talkative as before, but followed Jon quietly...just occasionally asked Jon a question or two.
　　 When they reached the stairs on the fourth floor, a familiar figure was walking upstairs face to face with them.
　　 Before Jon could react, she heard Natalie shout loudly: "Big sister... Sister Astoria!"
　　 Astoria Greengrass' eyes are slightly red and swollen, and she seems to have cried.
　　 She reluctantly hugged the little girl, and then raised her head... The two looked at each other like this.
　　 Jon doesn’t know what to say.
　　 "Hello!" Astoria nodded abruptly to Jon, then hugged the book in his hand and hurriedly passed them.
　　 "Jon...Professor Dumbledore is still waiting for you!" Natalie reminded in a low voice, making Jon who originally wanted to chase him had to stop.
　　……
　　 After bidding farewell to Natalie, Jon went to the eighth floor, in front of the ugly stone monster.
"milk……"
　　 Before Jon could finish speaking the password, the stone monster had taken the initiative to give way, and yawned and greeted him: "Long time no see, kid!"
　　 Through the automatically rotating stairs, Jon came to the round room, Dumbledore’s office.
　　 This round office looks the same as usual: on the slender-legged table, there are many delicate silverware, they rotate, emitting a small puff of smoke.
The portraits of the principal on the wall seem to be staring at him, while most of them closed their eyes again; only Principal Dalys-Dewent opened his eyes secretly, gave Jon an encouraging look, and flew again. Pretending to be asleep.
　　 Dumbledore’s magnificent Phoenix Fox stood on the perch behind the door, watching him with interest.
　　 "Professor Dumbledore!" Jon yelled softly.
　　 "I'm here!" Albus Dumbledore walked out of a cubicle of the room. "You are still on time as always, Jon."
　　 Professor Dumbledore’s face was full of smiles, and he did not seem to be talking to a confined student at all, but his tone seemed to be more kind than usual.
　　 Judging from Dumbledore's expression, it seemed that his previous guess was correct.
　　 "May I ask, what do I need to do tonight, Professor?" Jon asked tentatively.
　　 "Of course, come here!" Dumbledore walked into the compartment inside and waved at Jon.
　　 A very small compartment with only a black cabinet inside. The door was not closed properly, and a bright silver light appeared inside.
　　 There is a shallow stone basin in the cabinet, and the mouth of the basin is full of letters and symbols that Jon doesn't recognize.
　　The silver light is emitted from the things in the basin. It is a strange thing, not like liquid or gas, but it is always flowing.
　　 Obviously, Jon knew what this was... This was Dumbledore's penis.
　　 "Come on!" Dumbledore had taken out a crystal bottle and poured the floating silver-white thing in it. He calmly said, "Your task tonight is to help me find something!"
　　 "Just get in, just like me!" As he said ~EbookFREE.me~ he took a deep breath and plunged into the silver material.
　　……
　　 Jon felt his feet leave the office floor.
　　 He passed through the rotating darkness, falling down, falling, and suddenly, the strong sunlight stabbed him to close his eyes.
　　 Finally, he landed on the ground again, the bright sunshine slightly dazzling.
　　 looked around. They were standing on a country road with tall hedgerows on both sides; and in the distance, there seemed to be a high mountain.
　　 About ten steps away in front of them, stood a pretty handsome young man. He seemed to be in his twenties, sitting on a rock, reading the book seriously.
　　 "Professor?" Jon cast a questioning look at Dumbledore next to him.
"Sometimes, I think there are too many thoughts and memories in my head." Dumbledore explained with a smile: "I will the extra thoughts out of my brain and pour them into the basin just now. Time, take a good look."
　　 "In other words, this is your memory?" Jon asked knowingly.
　　 "Of course!" Dumbledore nodded, "My memories from when I was young..."
　　 Jon glanced at the handsome young man in front of him, and then at the bad old man beside him... he couldn't help but curl his lips.
　　 "I am at the foot of the Krkonoše Mountains in Poland at this time." Dumbledore frowned: "I should be waiting for a friend..."