For a moment, many thoughts flashed through Amosta's mind, but he still responded to Dumbledore's gaze calmly,
"I want to hear your opinion first, Headmaster Dumbledore."
A hint of helplessness flashed across Dumbledore's old face. He knew that Amosta must have concealed some extremely important information, but there was no way he could force the young man to say what he didn't want to say, no matter how reasonable it was. , or resort to force.
"Let me tell you my conclusion first, Amosta--"
Compared to Amosta's possible problems, the bitterness of not being trusted was completely insignificant. Dumbledore twitched his eyebrows, his expression extremely serious, and this expression also made any thinking person or thing in the office hesitate. Everyone realizes the seriousness of the matter.
"We all know that a patron saint is a magical creature that reflects the heart... or can also reflect the soul. Therefore, the source of the mutation of your patron saint is your soul... Amosta , and my observations also confirmed this guess.”
"Your observations--"
The first half of Dumbledore's sentence was not beyond Amosta's understanding, or in other words, he had already guessed it in his mind, but the second half... Amosta's eyelids trembled slightly, and he stared at the master in front of him. The unpredictable greatest wizard of our time, with a hint of suspicion in his tone,
"If you mean observation from a magical perspective..."
"It's not a magical perspective, Amosta,"
Dumbledore said calmly,
"Yes, you heard it right, I can see through a person's soul... Oh, I used to be able to, but now this ability has degraded greatly... Of course, this is not the core of the issue we are discussing. If you If you are interested, I can talk to you about this knowledge later."
Before Amosta could agree, Dumbledore directly stated his conclusion based on a combination of guesses and observations.
"I don't think your soul belongs purely to you, Amosta. I vaguely 'saw' another kind of power from your soul."
The whole room was silent. The portraits of the past principals all showed dumbfounded expressions. Fox on the golden branch was also surprised by the desire to cry and listened carefully.
"There is a power in my soul that does not belong to me...you mean," Reading Pavilion
Amosta spoke every word, almost using all his Occlumency to maintain a calm expression.
"Is there someone else's soul hidden within my soul?"
"I am not sure--"
Unexpectedly, Dumbledore shook his head, his silver beard flowing.
"I just felt...a very, very vague feeling, like an illusion...But if it's not an illusion, that thing doesn't belong to you..."
Dumbledore looked very hesitant;
"If...I mean if, Amosta, then whose soul it really is, I have seen similar situations."
"Where?"
Amosta cherished his words like gold, and vaguely, he seemed to feel that the shadow that enveloped him was about to be revealed again.
When Dumbledore said those words, the portraits on the wall invariably took in the cold air. These magical portraits with memories of their original bodies were all outstanding wizards with quick minds during their lifetimes, and they also knew Dumbledore's secrets. For most people, just one sentence is enough to remind them of many things.
The air became solid, and it seemed that even the flickering candlelight on the candlestick placed on the corner of the desk was frozen. Dumbledore looked at Amosta, who was quietly waiting for his reply, and looked at this young wizard who was so outstanding that he completely exceeded his expectations. , I am making a difficult decision in my heart.
"If you are really in trouble, Dumbledore--"
The long silence made Amosta realize that the 'similar situation' Dumbledore mentioned was not that simple.
"It's certainly not an easy secret to tell, Amosta,"
Dumbledore smiled,
"But I think you are undoubtedly trustworthy. The previous hesitation was just an old man's stubborn bad habit-"
It's indeed a strange habit. I never forget to win people's hearts.
Amosta pursed her lips and thought.
"I think you must still remember what happened in this school last semester. I mean, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets opened again after fifty years and attacked two innocent little wizards."
"Of course, that's why I came back to Hogwarts."
Amosta nodded.
"That's it-"
Dumbledore continued to smile, "Before you came back, there were rumors in the school that Harry was the descendant of Salazar Slytherin. Do you know why, Amosta?"
"Parseltongue?"
Dumbledore nodded,
"But we all know now that fifty years ago, including last year, the person who opened the secret room was Tom, known as the mysterious man. He was also a Parselmouth. What do you think the connection between the two is, Amo Star?”
"I think it's definitely not related by blood."
Amosta's eyes narrowed. He now understood why Dumbledore had been so hesitant before.
"--The last person Tom killed before his failure was Harry's mother. Then, he wanted to kill Harry and used the Death Curse. However, his spell did not bring Harry a scar except for it. Instead of taking Harry's life, he himself was taken away by the rebounding spell."
Dumbledore's voice became soft, like a murmur in a dream.
Fox's plaintive cry lingered in the quiet room, and Amosta leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.
The atmosphere in the office was extremely depressing, and even the wind outside the castle became dull. Dumbledore was no longer talking, but just stared sadly at the old, weak hands on the table.
"so--"
Only the candle that was gradually being eaten away by the candlelight proved that time was still flowing. Amosta sighed deeply,
"You think that I, like Potter, were turned into Horcruxes, don't you, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"I don't want to lie to you, Amosta"
Dumbledore took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows.
"I think this is indeed a possibility, but judging from your performance, you seem to know nothing about everything, which is unreasonable. I am convinced that no one can quietly place a soul in For a wizard like you, unless your memory has been tampered with?"
Amosta had no response to Dumbledore's speculation...or temptation.
Since he was born into this world, he knew whether there was any problem with his own memory, but at least now he understood one thing, that is why even Gryffindor could not forcibly pick up the double snake staff, but he could Can be touched.
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