Chapter 214 You Might Be a Horcrux
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 214 You Might Be a Horcrux
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 trace of helplessness flashed across Dumbledore's old face. He knew that Amosta must have concealed some extremely important information, but he had no way to force the young man to say what he didn't want to say, no matter if it was reasonable or not. , or resort to force.
"Let me start with my conclusions, Amosta—"
Compared to Amosta's possible problems, the bitterness of not being trusted was completely insignificant. Dumbledore shook his eyebrows and his expression was extremely serious, and this expression made any thinking person or thing in the office All realize the seriousness of the matter.
"We all know that a patron saint is a magical magical creature that reflects the mind... or can also reflect the soul. Therefore, the root of your patron saint's mutation is your soul. Amosta, and mine The observations also confirmed this speculation."
"Your observations--"
The first half of Dumbledore's sentence did not exceed Amosta's comprehension. The greatest wizard of our time, with suspicion in his tone,
"If you mean observation from the perspective of magic power"
"It's not a magical perspective, Amosta,"
Dumbledore said calmly,
"Yes, you heard me right, I can see through a person's soul... oh, I used to be able to, but now this ability has degraded a lot... Of course, this is not the core of our discussion, if you are interested , I can talk to you about this knowledge later.”
Before waiting for Amostar's promise, Dumbledore directly stated his conclusion combining guesswork and observation,
"I don't think your soul is purely yours, Amosta, I vaguely 'saw' another power from your soul."
The room was silent, and the portraits of the principals of the past generations showed dumbfounded expressions. Fox on the golden branch also stopped the desire to cry in surprise and listened carefully.
"I have powers in my soul that don't belong to me. You mean,"
Amosta paused every word, almost using Occlumency with all his strength to maintain his calm expression,
"In my soul... are other people's souls lurking?"
"I am not sure--"
Unexpectedly, Dumbledore shook his head, and his silver beard fluttered,
"I just had a very, very vague feeling, like an illusion. But if it's not an illusion, that kind of thing doesn't belong to you."
Dumbledore looked very hesitant,
"If...I mean, if, Amosta, whose soul is it, I've seen similar situations."
"where is it?"
Amosta cherishes words like gold, and vaguely, he seems to feel that the shadow covering him is about to be revealed again.
When Dumbledore said those words, the portraits on the wall involuntarily took a breath. These magical portraits with the memories of their original bodies were outstanding wizards with quick minds, and they also knew Dumbledore's secret. For most people, just one sentence is enough to make them think of many things.
The air became frozen, and it seemed that even the flickering candlelight on the candlestick at the corner of the desk was frozen. Dumbledore looked at Amosta, who was quietly waiting for his answer, and looked at this young wizard who was so outstanding that he completely exceeded his expectations. , in my heart, I was making a difficult decision.
"If it's really difficult, Dumbledore—"
The long silence made Amosta realize that the 'similar situation' that Dumbledore said was not that simple.
"It's certainly not an easy secret, Amostar,"
Dumbledore smiled,
"But I think you are undoubtedly credible. The previous hesitation was just an old man's stubborn bad habit—"
It is indeed a strange habit, never forgetting to win people's hearts,
Amosta pursed her lips in thought.
"I think you must still remember what happened in this school last semester, I mean, the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets opened again after 50 years, and attacked two innocent young wizards."
"Of course, that's why I came back to Hogwarts."
Amosta nodded.
"It's like this—"
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, Amostar?"
"Parseltongue?"
Dumbledore nodded,
"But we all know now that 50 years ago, including last year, the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets was Tom who was called the Mysterious Man. He is also a Parseltongue. What do you think the relationship between the two will be, Amos tower?"
"I think it will definitely not be related by blood."
Amostar's eyes narrowed, he now knew why Dumbledore had been so hesitant before.
"--Before he failed, the last person Tom killed was Harry's mother. Later, he wanted to kill Harry and used the Killing Curse, but his spell did not bring Harry a scar. Instead of taking Harry's life, he himself was killed by the rebounding spell."
Dumbledore's voice became soft, like a whisper in a dream.
Fox's mournful cry lingered in the quiet room, Amosta leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes
The atmosphere in the office was extremely depressing, and even the wind outside the castle became dull. Dumbledore didn't speak, but stared sadly at the pair of old, feeble hands resting on the table.
"so--"
Only the candle gradually eroded by the candlelight proves that time is still flowing, Amosta sighed deeply,
"You think I, like Potter, have been turned into Horcruxes, don't you, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"I don't want to lie to you, Amosta"
Dumbledore took off his mirror frame and rubbed between his brows,
"I think it is indeed a possibility, but judging from your performance, you seem to know nothing about everything, which is unreasonable. I am sure that no one can quietly place a soul in For a wizard like you, unless your memory has been tampered with?"
For Dumbledore's speculation. Or probing, Amosta did not respond.
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 he could not pick up the Staff of Two Snakes that even Gryffindor could not forcibly pick up. can touch.
(End of this chapter)
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 trace of helplessness flashed across Dumbledore's old face. He knew that Amosta must have concealed some extremely important information, but he had no way to force the young man to say what he didn't want to say, no matter if it was reasonable or not. , or resort to force.
"Let me start with my conclusions, Amosta—"
Compared to Amosta's possible problems, the bitterness of not being trusted was completely insignificant. Dumbledore shook his eyebrows and his expression was extremely serious, and this expression made any thinking person or thing in the office All realize the seriousness of the matter.
"We all know that a patron saint is a magical magical creature that reflects the mind... or can also reflect the soul. Therefore, the root of your patron saint's mutation is your soul. Amosta, and mine The observations also confirmed this speculation."
"Your observations--"
The first half of Dumbledore's sentence did not exceed Amosta's comprehension. The greatest wizard of our time, with suspicion in his tone,
"If you mean observation from the perspective of magic power"
"It's not a magical perspective, Amosta,"
Dumbledore said calmly,
"Yes, you heard me right, I can see through a person's soul... oh, I used to be able to, but now this ability has degraded a lot... Of course, this is not the core of our discussion, if you are interested , I can talk to you about this knowledge later.”
Before waiting for Amostar's promise, Dumbledore directly stated his conclusion combining guesswork and observation,
"I don't think your soul is purely yours, Amosta, I vaguely 'saw' another power from your soul."
The room was silent, and the portraits of the principals of the past generations showed dumbfounded expressions. Fox on the golden branch also stopped the desire to cry in surprise and listened carefully.
"I have powers in my soul that don't belong to me. You mean,"
Amosta paused every word, almost using Occlumency with all his strength to maintain his calm expression,
"In my soul... are other people's souls lurking?"
"I am not sure--"
Unexpectedly, Dumbledore shook his head, and his silver beard fluttered,
"I just had a very, very vague feeling, like an illusion. But if it's not an illusion, that kind of thing doesn't belong to you."
Dumbledore looked very hesitant,
"If...I mean, if, Amosta, whose soul is it, I've seen similar situations."
"where is it?"
Amosta cherishes words like gold, and vaguely, he seems to feel that the shadow covering him is about to be revealed again.
When Dumbledore said those words, the portraits on the wall involuntarily took a breath. These magical portraits with the memories of their original bodies were outstanding wizards with quick minds, and they also knew Dumbledore's secret. For most people, just one sentence is enough to make them think of many things.
The air became frozen, and it seemed that even the flickering candlelight on the candlestick at the corner of the desk was frozen. Dumbledore looked at Amosta, who was quietly waiting for his answer, and looked at this young wizard who was so outstanding that he completely exceeded his expectations. , in my heart, I was making a difficult decision.
"If it's really difficult, Dumbledore—"
The long silence made Amosta realize that the 'similar situation' that Dumbledore said was not that simple.
"It's certainly not an easy secret, Amostar,"
Dumbledore smiled,
"But I think you are undoubtedly credible. The previous hesitation was just an old man's stubborn bad habit—"
It is indeed a strange habit, never forgetting to win people's hearts,
Amosta pursed her lips in thought.
"I think you must still remember what happened in this school last semester, I mean, the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets opened again after 50 years, and attacked two innocent young wizards."
"Of course, that's why I came back to Hogwarts."
Amosta nodded.
"It's like this—"
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, Amostar?"
"Parseltongue?"
Dumbledore nodded,
"But we all know now that 50 years ago, including last year, the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets was Tom who was called the Mysterious Man. He is also a Parseltongue. What do you think the relationship between the two will be, Amos tower?"
"I think it will definitely not be related by blood."
Amostar's eyes narrowed, he now knew why Dumbledore had been so hesitant before.
"--Before he failed, the last person Tom killed was Harry's mother. Later, he wanted to kill Harry and used the Killing Curse, but his spell did not bring Harry a scar. Instead of taking Harry's life, he himself was killed by the rebounding spell."
Dumbledore's voice became soft, like a whisper in a dream.
Fox's mournful cry lingered in the quiet room, Amosta leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes
The atmosphere in the office was extremely depressing, and even the wind outside the castle became dull. Dumbledore didn't speak, but stared sadly at the pair of old, feeble hands resting on the table.
"so--"
Only the candle gradually eroded by the candlelight proves that time is still flowing, Amosta sighed deeply,
"You think I, like Potter, have been turned into Horcruxes, don't you, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"I don't want to lie to you, Amosta"
Dumbledore took off his mirror frame and rubbed between his brows,
"I think it is indeed a possibility, but judging from your performance, you seem to know nothing about everything, which is unreasonable. I am sure that no one can quietly place a soul in For a wizard like you, unless your memory has been tampered with?"
For Dumbledore's speculation. Or probing, Amosta did not respond.
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 he could not pick up the Staff of Two Snakes that even Gryffindor could not forcibly pick up. can touch.
(End of this chapter)
