Lynn thought that it would take George Weiss several weeks to get the news about the Pensieve, but she didn't expect that on the third day, when Lynn went to the Room of Requirement to check, she found that there was an extra thing in the Vanishing Cabinet.
It was a shallow stone basin with intricate runes and mysterious symbols carved on the edge.
Seen from the outside, there seems to be a pool of clear spring water in the basin, with ripples like a deep cold pond. In the middle of the water, there are a lot of misty fogs floating, with faint black shadows lingering in it, as if it hides an unknown world.
How did you get this
Lynn came to thank George Weiss.
An old wizard from an ancient family, but their family is now a little lonely. Unfortunately, his son is a Squib and has no idea what this is. He thought it was a decoration and toilet utensil, so he sold it. It happened that I knew a lot of powerful magic goods dealers in business, and he gave it to me after a few butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade Village.
George Weissler was apparently pleased with this.
Oh, thank you so much, my friend, I should give you more commission.
Lynn took out another heavy gold brick from her bag and put it into the disappearing cabinet.
It's a pleasure to work with you, my friend. If you have any other requests, please feel free to contact me. Oh, by the way, do you know how to use the Pensieve? This thing is very mysterious.
Thanks, I've heard of some uses for it.
After Lynn finished the transaction with George Weiss, he took out the silver-green stone basin.
How is the Pensieve used
Lynn slowly moved his head closer to the mouth of the basin, trying to observe the mysterious image at the bottom of the basin.
As he got closer, the image became clearer and clearer. He could already make out several figures flying by. They had different shapes and seemed to be the memories of the original owner of the Pensieve at different stages.
Lynn moved closer.
At this moment, his vision was suddenly obscured by a layer of fog, and then his whole body turned upside down and fell into the fog as if he was sucked into the meditation bowl.
A cool feeling instantly swept through his body.
When he sat down again, he found that he had arrived in an old courtyard.
Surrounded by vast grasslands and cliffs, it stretches as far as the eye can see, with only a crooked stone house with a pointed roof standing alone here.
The outer shell of this stone house was made of rough stones and cracks, with some wood ash smeared in the middle. The gray windows were filled with soot from oil lamps, and a string of what looked like dried chilies was hung outside the windows.
There were several stones on the eaves that were crumbling, and it seemed that the stone house would collapse if a gust of wind blew.
Lynn poked the dirty door handle with disdain and quietly walked into the room.
"Fudge, I have told you many times that I am very busy now. Your biography will be postponed until ten years later, and it is questionable whether my old bones will still be there by then."
A gray-haired old man was leaning over a eucalyptus tree, sorting out his manuscripts with the help of a gold-wire unilateral eyeglass.
Looking at the whole room, there were snow-white pieces of paper everywhere, all of which were covered with words. Some were piled together, some fell to the ground, and some were crumpled and automatically piled up together, lining up to enter the fireplace.
Behind the old man, a wealthy old man wearing a tall round hat took off his hat, revealing his head with sparse hair.
"Old Ashburn, my old friend, for the sake of our friendship over the years, you would not want me to leave the post of Minister of Magic in such a slouch. A biography produced by Ashburn, a well-known biographer of magical figures, will be the most grand honor of my resignation ceremony."
The wealthy old man picked up a stack of manuscript paper and complained.
However, old Ashburn seemed to ignore him and just shook the ink off his quill.
"Oh, you're writing a biography of Newt Scamander? He's a very impressive guy. When I was at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, his brother Theseus Scamander happened to be my boss. I saw him break the rules a lot."
"Well, perhaps you could tell me about it, and I'll add it to Mr. Scamander's biography." Old Ashburne now raised his head and finally spoke to Fudge.
"That's why everyone likes you to be the biography, old Ashburn. You have put in a respectable enthusiasm for this job."
Fudge flattered a lot.
"Tell me about it." But old Ashburn just staggered back and asked about Newt Scamander.
"Oh, at that time, Grindelwald had returned. Dumbledore was unable to take action against Grindelwald due to the Unforgivable Curse, so he entrusted his friend Mr. Scamander to escape to Europe from under the nose of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. If this crime were to happen now, he would probably be sent to Azkaban."
"Not just in Europe, he traveled almost all over the world, dealing with those dangerous and unknown strange animals. For this, the Ministry of Magic approached him many times, but he always defied the law and did what he wanted."
Fu Ji was beaming with joy when he said this.
"Very good, Minister, you have given me a new perspective on some unfriendly views of Mr. Newt Scamander. This way, this biography will be much more realistic."
"Oh, this is not a bad opinion. After all, Scamander is now one of the magical consultants of the Ministry of Magic. Can you delete this paragraph? I don't want to appear as a negative image in other people's biographies."
"We can think about this later."
Old Ashburne turned his chair back with great effort and began to write.
"Will you really not think about it again, my old friend?"
Fudge smiled awkwardly.
"My Lord Minister, there are many people before you, and their life stories cannot be written in a day or two."
"Ok, that's a pity." Fu Ji was turned away and had to leave in disappointment.
Lynn, standing by the fireplace, saw it all from beginning to end. He moved closer to old Asherborn and looked over his shoulder at what he was writing.
Dumbledore's appreciation for Newt Scamander was undoubtedly unreserved. Even though there was an age gap between them many years ago, they had already become very good friends. The former was talented and visionary, and the latter was knowledgeable and well-informed. This paved the way for their precious friendship in the following decades. To this day, the two elderly men with white beards still have afternoon tea regularly to discuss academic issues.
After a while, Asibourne seemed a little tired. He pulled out a memory from his mind and placed it in the Pensieve.
Seeing this, Lin En suddenly became excited. Could it be that this Pensieve still contained Newt Scamander's memories? Could he gain some first-hand knowledge from it