I don't know how much time has passed, but the headmaster's room still maintains an eerie atmosphere.

Since Connor lightly explained Voldemort's final fate, neither side has said anything.

The old and the young looked at each other like this, as if there was an endless amount of time to consume.

In the end, it was Connor himself who broke this eerie silence.

But he didn't express any concessions, but just made a request like a chatter:

"Is there any water, I haven't drunk a sip of water since the beginning."

"Of course."

Dumbledore tapped his fingers lightly on his desk.

"A glass of water, thank you."

This sentence was apparently addressed to the house-elves who did not appear in front of them.

In the past, Hogwarts did not have a school council, and at the beginning of its creation, the headmaster was positioned as the leader of the entire Hogwarts, and his power was unimaginably huge.

Today, while there are other constraints, some small conveniences are still retained.

For example, the ownership of the principal's office, and some needs in terms of life and food.

'Smack'

None of the house-elves showed up, and a glass of water appeared on the desk.

Dumbledore didn't use any magic either, and the old withered hand just slowly pushed the glass of water that was almost overflowing, and pushed it in front of Connor without leaking.

"Your water, child."

"Thank you."

'Goo-goo-goo'

Connor drank the water, and the old headmaster fell silent again, and until Connor had drained the entire glass of water, he did not express any other expression of his attitude.

"So, is there anything else you'd like to say, Mr. Headmaster?"

Placing the glass on the table, Connor slowly stood up.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back to the library first, and I haven't finished reading the book I borrowed last time."

"Things about Tom......"

When Connor finally got up, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"You said you crushed him to pieces?"

"Yes, after all, the soul is not this kind of thing, since he wants to usurp my body, it is normal for me to be squeezed backwards."

"So, what did you get from him?"

After a long circle and a moment of silence, the topic finally came to the most important place.

The battle for the body, the conflict and integration of the soul, and the fact that the kid in front of him admitted that he was completely relying on his soul and will to crush the other party.

So, this inevitably brings us to the other things:

For example, certain 'residues'.

"It's just a few fragmented memories."

Connor smiled at Dumbledore's face.

"I look down on him, but that doesn't mean I can ignore his mastery of the dark arts."

Regardless, Voldemort was a master of the dark arts.

Not only was he proficient in the three types of dark magic that are now classified as unforgivable spells, but his study of the soul was probably no less than that of any master in the world.

Splitting up a large number of Horcruxes or something is undoubtedly a crazy practice, but his success in this area also has to be taken seriously and cared for.

"If I explore his secrets and try to gain his knowledge, I may pay a price I don't want to see."

However, Dumbledore did not reveal the matter as gently as he had done in the past.

He was still staring at Connor, and the inexplicable look in his eyes made Connor frown slightly.

"What? Not convinced? It's not my major, why should I study those things? Besides, is it necessary for me to plunder Voldemort's knowledge? I have better teachers. ”

“…… Indeed, with your learning path, it is not difficult to really want to learn these things. ”

"But Voldemort does have some interesting things in his memory, such as those called 'Horcruxes.'"

This is the mystery of Voldemort's still not dead, and it is also a cutting-edge black magic.

"So, he did make Horcruxes."

"You don't know that?"

Seeing that Dumbledore seemed to have just confirmed this, Connor was a little surprised.

"I thought you should have known about this kind of thing."

"It was just speculation before, I only knew that he was not completely dead, but I haven't confirmed what kind of means it is."

Dumbledore clearly had no need to lie in this regard.

There is no point in holding back or something, in this case.

"So you know now that he still has at least one Horcrux left in the world, and if he just leaves it alone, he'll make a comeback sooner or later."

"So, do you have any plans here?"

Seeing that the child clearly had something to say, Dumbledore simply slowly folded his hands and propped his chin with the back of his hands.

"I know the whereabouts of almost all of his Horcruxes at the moment, but I don't know if your body and bones can withstand a long journey, Headmaster."

Connor was still teasing, his tone lighthearted and casual.

But Dumbledore was different.

The more he talked, the more he realized that the reply to the student who had a headache and distress was more relaxed and casual.

As if what he had been distressed about was not worth mentioning.

It's like having a trusted partner who happens to be a 'professional counterpart', and you can completely solve all your troubles without even noticing.

However, Dumbledore did not feel any joy or relief because of this, on the contrary, his mood became heavier and heavier, and he gradually lost that kind of ease and indifference.

"Shhh...... Am I feeling wrong, Mr. Principal, the atmosphere seems to be a little tense now? ”

"Because I don't know what to do with you next, kid."

“……”

Connor was stunned, then couldn't help but scratch his chin.

"What's there to face? You and I are not enemies. ”

At least not yet.

"Tell me, kid, that the chance to stop Tom from making mistakes is right now...... Are you really going to destroy everything about him? ”

"Or else?"

Facing Dumbledore, Connor didn't have any intention of dodging or backing down.

"What can he do? In addition to stirring up chaos, the wreckage of more innocent people...... Or do you think I have to rely on this kind of thing to achieve my own ends? ”

Without waiting for the old headmaster to respond, Connor shook his head.

"There's no way I'm going to do that, never will...... Rather, if I really want to do something like this, wouldn't there be a better person than Tom? ”

Suddenly, Dumbledore's heart trembled.

"I remember that he didn't seem dead, just imprisoned in the tower, didn't he?"