Dumbledore Memory Pool Novels & Stories

However, she was slimmer than before, and that made his heart ache. Debra’s face was filled with doubts. Her brows lifted as she asked Donoghue, “Junior Brother, who is this person? How does he know my name?” After consuming the Forgotten Water, Debra had forgotten everything from before completely. She could not recognize Darryl. Sigh! Donoghue took a deep breath and said slowly, “Senior Sister, this is Darryl. He was the one who caused you to lose your memory.” As he said that, Donoghue looked serious, but his heart felt incredibly unsettled.

Sebastian replied, "I agree with King." Jade shook her head, "No Xav, I feel like we don't have time", she exhaled a shaky breath, "That spell was powerful, I had practised it for a long time before finally casting it on the library. also, we have to consider how her memory was fuzzy for that incident. That was definitely her doing," Jade said firmly. Xavier nodded his head in understanding. How on earth did his life become even more complex? Jade then seemed to remember something, "Oh yes, I forgot to tell you I have some entail on the organization..." Jade began but before she could continue, someone knocked on the door. Sebastian looked irked. Xavier sighed and called, "Yes?"

Hilda pouted and punched the bricks of the cemetery. "You know what they say about friends and enemies?" Dad cocked a brow at an indifferent Hilda. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" I raised my chin and studied the environment of the cemetery. The gate was opened but we couldn't step in because of the boundary spell. Everywhere is eerie silent and there is no creature in sight. "Correct. I know you always inherited your smartness from me." Dad ruffled my hair and gave me a cheeky smile that revealed his deep-rooted dimples.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

Maybe just another boy’s talk. I went to the kitchen and started to prepare things. I was about to start when I noticed the scratch on my hand. Those are tiny, like I was thorned by something. "What is this? Where did I get this? " I asked myself. --Third Person’s POV-- "Holy sh! It. She really can’t remember anything? " Lucas uttered after Athena left. "You shut the fvck up, Lucas." Knight shut him up. Amos sighed. "It won’t be long until her memory comes back to her. The spell I gave her is for short period of time only. So you better think about what you want to do next. "

Otherwise, someone as resilient as Hesper wouldn't have lost control of her tears in front of others. Hesper took a deep breath, acknowledging her loss of composure earlier. The medication Charles had given her had been remarkably effective, swiftly bringing her memories flooding back. These included dark and haunting memories that replayed in her mind. Simultaneously, Professor Miles's theory had been confirmed—Hesper indeed had hyperthymesia, and all those memories remained vividly in her mind. Hesper managed to regain her composure, choosing the most logical response.

I scream as I feel the blood bond he made, that final connection to my warlock severe, but nothing comes out of my mouth other than blood. I watch as my Grandmother along with my other coven members, run over to where I am lying on the ground. My Grandmother kneels down next to me and looks over at Azula, who nods. My Grandmother then whispers, “It is best that you don’t remember any of this, Savannah.” She then recites a spell that seems to be mixed in with her healing spell. My eyes get heavy and darkness engulfs me. >End Memory<

Zhou Fu scratched his own cheek in difficulty for words. “Ahaha, I seem to see what you mean, Brother Zhou!” Xiao Lang shuffled and turned his body towards Zhou Fu. "Looks like you had a pretty good dream last night! So you see, the potion can't produce hallucinations even if it's in a dream. Everything you see whether it's when you're conscious, semi-conscious, or even unconscious, are all displays of memories that you've been through. The way the potion works is that it makes the brain that stores happy memories more active and displays them one after another to the drinker!”

Emily replied, her voice strained. Emma sensed the pretence, knowing that there was more to the story. Determined to uncover the truth, she turned to Drago, hoping for a different answer. But to her dismay, Drago echoed Emily's words, denying any underlying issue. Feeling the urgency to bring clarity to the situation, Luna Malfoy, their astute grandmother, intervened. She reminded them of her unique ability to delve into their minds if they refused to communicate openly. "Oh grandchildren! Do you remember that I'm having the ability to read each mind right here, no matter how well you hide what's on your mind, I will still dive right in." She bloated in with a knowing assurance smile, earnin

"I-Is this real? Velda…" I was losing strength. The stabbing pain in my head came in waves, each stronger than the last. I could feel my wolf mourning and slowly weakening, but the memory crystal would not stop there. It would keep draining my life until it'd played every core memory tied to the three werewolves or until I died. … The memory crystal flashed again and began to extract the second memory. This time, the light was focused on Lorcan on the tribune. His heart sank as a cold, ominous dread washed over him.