LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 66
"Thorne...Thorne! Wake up!"
"Who!"
Thorne sat up suddenly from the bed, and the wand appeared in his hand at the right time. For a moment, the magic power of the whole room was agitated, and the trembling magic power squeezed Draco for a while.
"Hehehe! It's me, it's me, Draco, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, Draco hurriedly pressed Thorne's hands and kept comforting him.
"It's you...I...Why am I here?" Thorne said with a grin, looking very painful.
"Have you forgotten?" Draco was surprised.
"What's wrong with me?" Thorne asked.
"...Nothing, I don't know how to say it, or ask Dumbledore...Forget it, don't come out yet, I'll go see what's going on outside first." Draco pushed the door and walked out, and Thorne finally had time to look at the room he was in, which was his bedroom in the principal's office.
"What are they doing?" He struggled to get off the bed and pushed the door and walked out.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Dumbledore talking to Snape, and Draco, who was shocked when he saw him come out, ran towards him and pushed him into the room.
"Why are you pushing me? And Dumbledore, I seem to have a missing piece of memory." Thorne frowned and pushed Draco away, and asked Dumbledore.
"You don't remember?" Dumbledore asked.
"What should I remember?" Thorne asked.
"This." Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and a trace of purple electricity flowed on it.
"So..........Are you cosplaying Tesla or Zeus?" Thorne complained speechlessly.
"You and Severus had a fight, and his office was almost torn down by the two of you." Dumbledore said bluntly.
"Why? Why should I do this?" Thorne asked.
"Severus tied you to a chair and gave you electrotherapy... Well, it seems that you have remembered something." Dumbledore stopped talking when he saw Thorne turning pale.
"I am a little curious now... What did you experience in that institute? Why did you react so strongly?" Snape asked at this time.
"Institute... I don't remember much. After escaping from that place... After escaping from that place, I began to forget about that place. It's like... It's like I don't dare to recall it myself. There are only pale fragments and sporadic... sporadic concepts." Thorne shook his head and said.
Draco on the side saw this and quickly pulled his arm to sit on the sofa beside him.
"Is that so... Is it the self-protection of the soul?" Dumbledore murmured.
"The self-protection of the soul?" Snape asked with a frown.
"What else? If he doesn't do this, he will go crazy. You know, he can't die. Dying in that place is really a relief, but I'm afraid that one day, that dusty memory will become clear again. When you think you can bear it..." Dumbledore said.
"Uh... To be honest, if I can, I don't want to recall it in my life. Now I already... don't feel good." Thorne said.
"Of course." Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and said, "I can extract that part of your memory, and directly extract the dusty memory, without interfering with your normal memory and forgotten memory, how about it?"
"You won't see anything else, will you?" Thorne asked.
"Absolutely not."
"Then come on." Thorne said tiredly, leaning on the sofa.
"Well..." Dumbledore came over, pressed the Elder Wand against Thorne's temple, and pulled it hard. A strand of black silk thread was pulled out, and a small glass bottle was taken from the desk, and the memory was put into the glass bottle.
"Mind if I take a look at this memory?" Dumbledore asked, holding a small glass bottle.
"... Forget it, do whatever you want." Thorne said weakly.
Dumbledore nodded, opened the cabinet in the corner where he placed the Pensieve, poured out the bottle of memory, and then buried his head in it.
Snape was a little curious, thought about it, stood up and walked over, and put his head in. Anyway, Dumbledore's Pensieve was very big.
"That... Thorne, I want to too." Draco said to Thorne with some curiosity.
"Whatever."
"Thank you."
As Draco said that, he also walked over and put his head in, but in less than ten seconds, he fellFell to the ground, his face was frighteningly pale.
"What's wrong?" Thorne frowned and asked strangely.
"......" Draco swallowed a mouthful of saliva imperceptibly, shook his head violently, and then walked over and gave Thorne a big hug.
"It's okay."
"What's wrong with you? I'm straight." Thorne pushed Draco away speechlessly.
"... Forget it... It's okay." Draco shook his head and sat on the sofa, saying faintly.
Not long after, Dumbledore and Snape also raised their heads from the Pensieve, the former expressionless, and the latter with a gloomy face.
"Severus... Relax a little." Dumbledore said calmly.
"...... Of course I will relax, give this to him." Snape took a deep breath, thought about it, took out a bottle of azure potion from his pocket and threw it to Dumbledore.
"You are so generous... and you are a little sentimental today. You were not like this before." Dumbledore joked after taking the potion.
"It's just sympathy for one's own kind. A normal person would be like this." Snape said and left the headmaster's office.
"Hmm." Dumbledore shrugged and handed the bottle of blue potion to Thorne, then used the Elder Wand to stir in the Pensieve, and finally pulled out a trace of red memory from it and put it into another small bottle.
After thinking about it, he put the black small bottle in the cabinet and returned the red small bottle to Thorne.
"What is this?"
"How should I put it... one of the few good things you have in that place." Dumbledore explained.
"What is it?" Thorne asked.
Dumbledore said nothing, opened the small bottle directly, and threw this trace of red memory into Thorne's head.
"How is it?" Dumbledore asked.
"........................."