For a moment, many thoughts crossed Amosta's mind, but he still responded to Dumbledore's gaze quietly,

"I'd like to hear your opinion first, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Dumbledore's old face flashed a hint of helplessness, he knew that Amosta must have hidden some extremely important information, but there was no way he could force the young man to say what he didn't want to say, whether it was to reason or to use force.

"Let's talk about my conclusions first, Amosta--"

The bitterness of not being trusted was nothing compared to Amosta's possible problems, and Dumbledore shook his brow and looked extremely calm, and this expression made anyone or anything in the office aware of the seriousness of the matter.

"We all know that a patron saint is a reflection of the heart... Or magical creatures that can also reflect the soul, so the root of the mutation of your patronus is your soul... Amosta, and my observations also confirmed this suspicion. ”

"Your observations--"

The first half of Dumbledore's sentence was not beyond Amosta's comprehension, or rather, he already had a guess in his heart, but the second half of the sentence... Amosta's eyelids twitched slightly, and he stared at the unfathomable greatest wizard of our time in front of him, and there was suspicion in his tone,

"If you mean observation from the perspective of magic..."

"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, but now this ability has degraded terribly..., of course, this is not the core of the problem we discussed, if you are interested, I can talk to you about this later."

Without waiting for Amosta to agree, Dumbledore directly stated his conclusion based on speculation and observation,

"I don't think your soul belongs purely to you, Amosta, and I vaguely 'see' another power in your soul."

The room was silent, and the portraits of the principals of the past showed dumbfounded expressions, and Fawkes on the golden branch was also surprised by the desire to cry, and listened carefully.

"There is power in my soul that is not mine... You mean, "Reading Pavilion."

Amosta was stunned word by word, and it was almost at full strength that he could use the Occlumency Technique to maintain his silent expression,

"In my soul... Hiding other people's souls? ”

"I'm not sure--"

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore shook his head, and his silver-white beard fluttered,

"I just felt... Very, very vague feelings, like delusions... But if it's not a delusion, that doesn't belong to you..."

Dumbledore looked very hesitant,

"What if... I mean, if Amosta, if it's really someone's soul, I've seen something like that. ”

"Where?"

Amosta cherished words like gold, and vaguely, he seemed to feel the shadow that hung over him and was about to uncover another corner.

When Dumbledore said that, the portraits on the wall invariably invariably inhaled a cool air, these magical portraits with original memories were all brilliant wizards with quick minds before their deaths, and they were also the people who knew Dumbledore's secrets the most, just one sentence was enough to make them think of many things.

The air froze as if even the flickering candlelight on the candlestick resting in the corner of his desk was frozen, and Dumbledore was making a difficult decision as he looked quietly waiting for his answer, at the young wizard who had completely exceeded his expectations.

"If it's really difficult, Dumbledore--"

The long silence made Amosta realize that what Dumbledore called 'similar situations' was not so simple.

"It's not an easy secret to tell, Amosta,"

Dumbledore smiled,

"But I think you're undoubtedly credible, and the previous hesitation was just a stubborn bad habit of an old man--"

It's really a strange habit, and I don't forget to collect people's hearts at any time.

Amosta pursed her lips in thought.

"I'm sure you'll remember what happened in this school last semester, I mean, when the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets reopened after fifty years and attacked two innocent little wizards."

"Of course, that's why I came back to Hogwarts."

Amosta nodded.

"That's--"

Dumbledore continued to smile, "Before you returned, there had been rumors in the school that Harry was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, do you know why, Amosta?" ”

"Parseltongue?"

Dumbledore nodded,

"But we all know by now that fifty years ago, including last year, the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets was Tom the Mystery, who was also a parseltongue, what do you think the connection between the two would be, Amosta?"

"I don't think it's going to be a blood relationship."

Amosta's eyes narrowed, he now knew why Dumbledore had been so hesitant before.

"Tom was the last person he killed before he failed, Harry's mother, and then he tried to kill Harry with a Death Reminder, but his spell didn't kill Harry except for a scar, but he himself was robbed of life by the rebounding spell."

Dumbledore's voice became soft, like a dream whisper.

Fawkes' plaintive chirp echoed through the quiet room, and Amosta leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes

The atmosphere in the office was extremely oppressive, and even the wind outside the castle became dull, and Dumbledore did not speak, but stared sadly at the old, feeble hands resting on the table.

"So--"

Only the candles gradually eaten away by the candlelight proved that time was still flowing, and Amosta sighed deeply,

"You think I've been turned into a Horcrux by man, like Potter, right, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"I don't want to deceive you, Amosta"

Dumbledore took off his frame and rubbed his eyebrows,

"I think it's a possibility, but, judging by your performance, you seem to know nothing about everything, which is unreasonable, and I'm pretty sure no one can quietly put a soul on a wizard like you, unless, your memories have been tampered with?"

For Dumbledore's speculation... Or tentatively, Amosta didn't respond.

Since he was born into this world, he knew if there was a problem with his own memory, but at least, he had figured out one thing now, and that was why he could touch the double snake staff that even Gryffindor couldn't forcibly pick up.



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