louisehourcade Chapter 243 Death Eater Change
Chapter 243 Death Eater Change
"what is this?"
Amber took a cautious step back, his eyes constantly scanning the Pensieve and Dumbledore's face.
The old bee called himself over in such a big way, it must be no good.
"It's like Amber, there's been, um, some bad things going on around Europe lately.
Amber wasn't proud to see Dumbledore's careful words.
Amber knew very well who the old bee was.
Dumbledore has lived for more than a hundred years, and has already lost face and status.
With such an expression, the only possibility is that there is a sea of swords and fires in front of him, and he needs Amber to help him break through.
"Those things can be tricky to talk about, Amber, you need to take a look at this memory."
"Don't look, farewell.""
Amber turned and walked away.
However, when Amber walked towards the door of the principal's office, he found that the road under his feet was getting longer and longer.
The door that seems to be close at hand, like the two sides of a mirror that can never be reached.
No matter how hard Amber tried, his hand couldn't catch the door handle.
"Professor Nick Lemay, you actually use alchemy in such a place.
Amber turned his head, heartbroken.
At this time, Nick Lemay was sitting on the high-backed chair and smirking, not at all feeling how disgraceful it was for two elderly people who were almost 800 years old together to bully a second-year kid.
Look at the mysterious smiles on the faces of the two old men, and then look at the dean standing on the four sides, like the Four Great Kings.
Amber finally sighed helplessly, walked to the Pensieve, and looked down at the pale silver mist.
"Whose memory is this?"
Amber fiddled with the mist at will and asked.
"An Auror who was ambushed when he was tracking a workshop for the manufacture of black magic items, and he died with this memory on his return."
Beside him, Professor Flitwick opened his mouth to explain, changing his usual amiability and cordiality, and appearing to be extra serious.
But this explanation made Amber groan even more.
Even good old men like Professor Flitwick are starting to take it seriously, proving that this is no small matter.
"Okay, let me see what the hell this is."
Shaking his head helplessly, Amber plunged into his memory.
When he opened his eyes again, what appeared in front of him was a valley full of birds and flowers.
Beside him, a young man in a gray linen robe was walking cautiously towards the valley.
He held the wand tightly in his right (cjca) hand, and a thin line pursed his lips, looking extra vigilant.
"This person, the Auror?"
The young Auror moved very quickly. He proficiently explored the taboos and traps in the valley, avoided these things keenly, and drilled deeper and deeper into the valley.
Amber followed step by step, following behind him, not daring to let go of any clues.
I have to say that Young Oro still has two brushes.
Every time he encounters an enemy, he can always solve these opponents with the fastest speed.
Even, every time it didn't make a loud noise, it alerted the enemy deeper.
This made Amber more and more confused.
It stands to reason that the level of this young Auror is already very high.
With such combat experience and combat level, it is impossible to even explain what happened clearly, and it is only possible to leave a bottle of memory in time.
But the young Auror's next move made Amber instantly understand what kind of crisis he was in.
All the way through, the young Auror quickly approached the center of the valley.
Until now, he, who could no longer hide his whereabouts, finally showed his extremely strong fighting qualities.
In those valleys, the wizard in the black cloak was not a match for him.
After just killing two people, all the wizards scattered in a hurry, and they went one after another into a house that was excavated on the cliff.
I don't know if it was the reason for the battle or the daring of the artisans, but in the face of such a mysterious house, the young Auror did not hesitate to get into it.
"It's not uncommon to end up in such a reckless manner."
Watching the young Auror disappear into the house, Amber shook his head and raised his heels.
He now finally knew how the young Auror had died.
He is not under his own strength, and it is his strength that makes him lose the most basic vigilance against the enemy.
A routed enemy sometimes not only routs, but more likely leads you into a deadly trap.
Amber knew this for a long time, but it was clear that the young Auror in front of him had not experienced such a lesson.
So this time, he needs to pay for his inexperience at the cost of his life.
After following the young Auror into the stone wall, what came into sight was a wide house.
Those black-robed wizards didn't know where to go, but at this moment, the young Auror was standing in the center of the house, staring at the wall in front of him with trembling all over.
Following his gaze, Amber looked over.
On the wall in front of him is a huge oil painting.
And the familiar and handsome face on this oil painting has always been fresh in Amber's memory.
"Tomma Riddle."
Looking at this sinister and handsome face, Amber said softly.
This portrait depicts the moment Voldemort began to form the Death Eaters.
In the portrait, Riddle stood on the high platform with his hands raised, accepting the kneeling of countless people.
And on the high platform under his feet, there are countless same black cloak wizards crawling at his feet, kissing his boots reverently.
Until then, Amber finally understood, what is the origin of those black-robed wizards in the valley?
The Death Eaters, for some unknown reason, gathered together again, and in such a room, the portrait of Voldemort was openly hung.
This was indeed news that would easily alarm Dumbledore.
However, at this time, Amber had new doubts.
Since all the Death Eaters have fled, how did this young wizard get seriously injured? Why did he use such means to keep this memory?
While thinking, Amber observed the decorations around the stone wall.
From the freshness of these decorations, it can be seen that this stone room has not been opened for a long time.
But the sophistication of the surrounding decoration proves that this is by no means a place to be easily abandoned.
Just when Amber wanted to investigate carefully, the young Auror behind him suddenly let out a scream.
Under Amber's astonished gaze, the young Auror suddenly rushed forward and slammed into the huge oil painting in front of him.