Dumbledore had miscalculated Amosta's reaction.
He thought that after he told his guess, Amosta would be anxious, furious, and immersed in uncontrollable fear. But in fact, Amosta was unexpectedly calm. Is this calmness caused by the brain? Dumbledore, who had lived for more than a hundred years, thought he could identify the disguise of Occlumency.
What has he experienced, what has he concealed, and why can he remain so calm?
Dumbledore was eager to figure these things out.
"Let's discuss the issues one by one, Principal Dumbledore." Amosta rubbed his brows and said slightly tiredly.
"certainly--"
Dumbledore said with a smile.
Counting the first half of the year, it has been a long time since Amosta re-entered Hogwarts. His habits have been clearly revealed. Dumbledore stood up, took out the wand from his sleeve and waved it. On the desk, a cup of hot green tea appeared in front of Amosta, and he prepared a cup of honey water for himself.
"Allow me to recommend you a very interesting and delicious food, Amosta--"
Although both of them knew that the current situation was relatively bad, Dumbledore, who had been used to seeing strong winds and waves in his life, had developed an extremely tough mentality. He shook his sleeves, turned around and took down a jar from the stand where the Sorting Hat was placed. Hehehe said to Amosta,
"The owner of Honeydukes Candy Shop, Ciceron Haggis, and I have a relatively close relationship. He knows my hobbies, so he often asks someone to bring me some of the new products in the shop for me to taste..."
With that said, Dumbledore opened the lid, rolled up his sleeves and put his hand in to fumble, but after struggling for a long time, he didn't retract his hand.
"Are you catching bugs, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
Looking at the eccentric Dumbledore, Amosta also laughed, but soon he stopped laughing.
"Oh, yes, these little guys are really sharp beyond imagination--"
Dumbledore blinked at Amosta, and the next second, the hand that was stuck in the jar withdrew it with a struggling thing that screamed, and handed it to his face like a treasure. Amosta suddenly turned dark,
"The name of this candy is Cockroach Pile, and its inventor, Mr. Haggis, is still hesitating whether to introduce it to the residents of the magical world."
"I think Mr. Haggis really needs to think about it carefully,"
Amosta turned away his face and said with disgust,
"By the way, I think he still needs to go to St. Mungo's to have his brain checked."
"Oh, it seems we can't reach a consensus--"
Dumbledore said regretfully. In front of Amosta, who was shivering all over, he happily threw the overly lifelike candy into his mouth, squeaking, squinting and chewing happily. It wasn't until a few seconds later that Dumbledore's expression froze, ŴŴŴ.
"This little guy may have taken one of my teeth..."
Dumbledore said painfully,
"And I kind of swallowed it, oh, what a tragic loss."
That's enough for you, old guy. The show is not over yet, is it? !
The atmosphere in the office was more lively than before. Dumbledore and Amosta were leaning back in their chairs, each holding their own drinks, as if they were discussing tomorrow's weather in a casual manner.
call--
He blew the hot air away, took a sip of the bitter tea, and felt the wonderful taste of the bitter heat that burned his throat and poured into his stomach. Amosta breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your previous guess, Principal Dumbledore, I noticed that you described it as: 'vaguely sensing a power that does not belong to me'... So, in other words, you are not sure whether that thing belongs to a certain wizard. Soul fragments, or in other words, horcruxes?"
"We all know what a Horcrux is, Amosta,"
Dumbledore raised his head and stared at the colorful patterns on the circular dome and said,
"A stripped soul protected by powerful and evil magic... Each person's soul is as unique as our magic. Unless that soul originally belongs to you, otherwise they can only They are dependent on each other and cannot integrate.”
"You mean, the result of your observation is that that thing is mixed with my soul?"
"I think so."
Dumbledore turned his gaze to Amosta, seeming to confirm whether his judgment was wrong again.
"It's a very close connection, it's in your soul... like"
Dumbledore hesitated, as if he was wondering how to describe what he saw to Amosta. His eyes wandered and fell on the green tea Amosta was holding.
"Just like two drinks with different colors and insoluble in each other... Of course, we still can't rule out the possibility that it is a soul fragment, because my speculation is only based on theory, and Horcruxes This is the most profound and unpredictable black magic, and we can’t even claim to truly understand it.”
Amosta nodded slightly and agreed with Dumbledore's evaluation of the Horcrux.
Indeed, in the current wizarding world, the person with the most profound knowledge of Horcruxes is Voldemort, not him and Albus Dumbledore.
Memory, memory again.
Dumbledore fell silent, and Amosta didn't speak, thinking dullly.
Whether it was a Horcrux or something else, the 'foreign object' in Amosta's soul was undoubtedly the work of a wizard, and he had no memory of this aspect.
"If you really don't know anything about this thing--"
Dumbledore looked at Amosta, his tone hesitant.
"If you allow..."
"Thank you for your kindness, Headmaster Dumbledore--"
Amosta interrupted Dumbledore first. He responded to Dumbledore's gaze and moved the corners of his mouth.
"I will not allow anyone to examine my memory."
Dumbledore was not surprised by Amosta's answer. Of course, even the closest partner would not be able to bear the other party knowing all his memories.
Regarding whether the thing in Amosta's soul is a piece of soul or something else, based on the information currently available, it is impossible to make an accurate guess, but there are some things that they can at least confirm.
Ding--
The bottom of the glass bottle made a crisp sound when it touched the table. Just staring at the completely dark bottle, the portraits of the previous principals on the wall all inhaled the cold air.
"I have been exposed to your eyes countless times over the years, Headmaster Dumbledore,"
Recalling the unreasonable throbbing in his heart when he summoned the Patronus on the Quidditch pitch, Amosta pointed at Dumbledore, who was solemnly looking at one of the most evil creatures in the wizarding world, the Dementor. He said slowly,
"But you never noticed anything strange about me until I summoned the Patronus when I faced the dementors..."
"I know what you mean, Amosta."
Dumbledore sighed slightly,
"The specific origin of Dementors, a creature that cannot be destroyed by magic and can only be suppressed but not destroyed by the Patron Saint, has not been determined in the magic world. According to some records, some people think that it is a dark wizard from the fifteenth century. Extis created the Dementors, but according to some internal records of the Ministry of Magic, investigators from the Royal Society of Magic, the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic, discovered some clues when they landed on the island of Azkaban. Look, this kind of creature seems to have been living there for a long time...
We don’t know when it appeared, and we have no way of knowing whether it is a magical creature derived from nature, or whether it was the inspiration of a dark wizard...
Oh, but judging from the current situation, they are most likely created artificially. Of course, you must have thought that their maker may have some mysterious connection with you, but this doesn't make sense, does it? "
Dumbledore looked at Amosta worriedly and said,
"Even if the terrifying creature that can take away people's happiness was really created by the dark wizard in the fifteenth century, then why would it be related to you?"
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