Novel & Cerita Dumbledore Memory Pool

“Enough. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But you won’t get another chance. Mr. Wilson, come in!” A man in a white lab coat walked into the room, holding a strange-looking pocket watch. His expression was serious and focused. Without a word, he bowed respectfully to my parents and to Steve. Ben’s voice was cold. “Start the procedure. Extract her memories immediately. I want to know where Emily went.” “Yes, sir,” Mr. Wilson replied without hesitation. He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve.

After my work is done, I will be going back home to them. Althea’s face contorted. Doubt filled her voice when she asked me. "Wasn’t it the same place you were held hostage by that bad man?” I was taken aback at first, but later, I shook my head acknowledging the sharpness of her memory. Althea had an excellent memory. Dr. Alan told me that among my children, she possesses what is commonly known as photographic memory. “Well, he was not so bad. What happened last time was only a misunderstanding. His company is going to help Mommy’s Foundation.” I told her.

The stone door at the end of the corridor glowed faintly as she approached. She placed her hand against it. The pendant on her chest warmed. With a deep rumble, the door opened. Kael drew his sword instinctively. Beyond the threshold lay a room made entirely of moonstone. A pool sat in the center, its waters shimmering like liquid stars. Aria stepped forward, drawn to the glow. “What is this?” Kael whispered. “A memory pool,” she said slowly. “They used to record visions... and prophecies.” She knelt beside it, dipping her fingers into the water.

"MOTHER! THE GREY PACK IS RECALLING THE FIRE!" I looked at Eryx. He was clutching his head, his crimson eyes flashing violently between the calm of the Gilded Lie and the agony of the Truth. "Darlene..." Eryx gasped, falling to his knees. "I... I remember... the cave... the bridge... the Abyss...". "Eryx, hold on to the memory!" I shouted. "The memory is a poison, Alpha!" Jackson shouted, his staff pulsing with a violet light. The vault door slammed shut, locking us in with the Oracle, the King, and the Gears of the First Luna.

"Not hiding. We are refusing to recall an unwanted memory." Lena turns to me with a curious look. Tera leaned toward the wooden table in front of us. She places her elbow on the stack of papers that were related to the spell, "Refusing to recall unwanted memories huh?" She laughs. "That is unfortunate for your part since your part in all this is for you to keep your memories."

I said “Why are you blaming yourself, Ate Alta?” Gravity asked, “My brother wouldn’t like it when he saw you blaming yourself because of what happened to him.” Gravity is 5 years older than Beau. But his mind is more mature than his brother's. “Are you the family of Mr. Heisenix?” A doctor came to approach us “Yes, Doc.” His father answered “The patient is awake, we transferred him to the private room. But I have a thing to say since his head hit so much, he may forget the memories he has.”

We got to the place where the burial was held. There were quite a lot of people present, Rolly’s friends whom I last met at my wedding. I couldn’t hold my tears. I decided to put on my shades and went closer to the event. I felt all eyes were on me when I walked closer. Some people came to my family to hug and show condolences. We sat down as the procession started, a little sermon and condolence messages from different dignitaries. Pictures of all the armies who died during the war were laid including my husband as well as roses on each portrait. After the sermon, we were asked to stand and show respect as we walked to each portrait and dropped our flowers. When I got to my husband’s portra

I ask, my voice trembling with restrained fury. Mom looks away and towards the other side of the room, which I now realize was a small study. “I have made an antidote for this memory loss potion.” She lets go of my hand and walks towards a cabinet. She roots through the cabinet and after some time, comes back with a small transparent bottle containing a brownish liquid. I glance at the bottle before looking back at her. “This will do?” I ask suspiciously. She nods slowly. “It will take some time. I cannot guarantee instant memory recollection but the memories will come back eventually.”

With newfound determination, I returned to the memory, channeling my love and determination into every weave of my magic. The resistance wavered, Dorian's mental defenses weakening under the onslaught of my emotions. Inch by inch, I manipulated the memory, reshaping it into a fragmented version of its former self. It was a delicate dance, my magic entwining with the threads of Dorian's recollection.

He was sharp and quick-witted most of the time, but he was also so fucking prideful. The Pantomath frowned, bracing himself against the desk. "Eidetic memory is the ability to recall images with incredible accuracy, however, even the strongest magic has its drawbacks. To remember something, I must forget another. I don't value coordinates." I hummed, noticing Javier stir by my feet. Slowly, standing up. He grunted and I reached out to help brace him from falling. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Dizzy," Javier grumbled.