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Merlin - Chapter 46: Incoming Trouble
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“Dialogue”
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Chapter 46: Incoming Trouble
Harry listened to everything that Dumbledore had to say, which wasn’t much more than what he already knew about that dark wizard.
“And what makes you so sure that he is alive? It’s not just because of the prophecy, right?” Harry gave him a knowing look.
“There are several reasons that I will not get into right now. The prophecy being one of them…” Dumbledore responded.
Realizing that the old man was not willing to budge in that regard, Harry lifted the hair covering his forehead.
Dumbledore’s eyes moved to the spot where his famous lightning bolt scar was supposed to be, and he gasped when he realized this was no longer the case.
“How can that be?!” He couldn’t even see a single blemish on the skin.
“Healing the scar was easy, once I removed the fragmented soul that had been left embedded in it.” Harry was carefully observing the old wizard’s reaction as he spoke, and by the expression on his face, he had no idea about this.
“A soul fragment?! A-are you sure about this?”
“How can I not be sure?” Harry shrugged.
To be fair, it wasn’t him who found out the nature of his cursed scar.
Morgan turned out to be a lot more knowledgeable about souls than he was, and it was thanks to her that he was able to get rid of the uninvited guest.
“What happened to this fragment?” Dumbledore was now looking a lot paler.
“I placed it inside a container and kept it as a souvenir,” Harry responded nonchalantly.
It was Morgan who had kept it. Harry had actually wanted to destroy it, but he didn’t want to reveal her existence to the man just yet.
“I… can’t believe this…” Dumbledore almost collapsed on his chair. This was all too shocking to hear, and more so, from the lips of Harry Potter, whom he had considered to be nothing more than an innocent child until very recently.
“But that would explain how he managed to survive for all these years.”
“So you really didn’t know, huh?” Harry commented.
Dumbledore glanced at him. “I had many years to consider what method he could have used to survive the effects of the Killing Curse. There aren’t many to begin with. So a soul container was one of them, for sure. But…”
“You are worried he made more than just the one I found. After all, that one was definitely an accident,” Harry pointed out.
“Correct, and… this fragment that you have, I would like to see it if you don’t mind.” Dumbledore’s demeanor towards Harry had completely changed over the course of the last hour.
He went from treating him like a little child to an adult, with whom he was now very wary.
Harry had noticed this, but he didn’t mind it. He was also acting wary of the old Headmaster. Neither of them trusted the other at this point.
“Yes, that can be arranged. I just have to as—... oh, not now.” Harry felt the pocket mirror begin to vibrate. “Excuse me, I need to take this.”
Harry stood up from the chair and moved a bit further away before opening the two-way mirror.
“Why didn’t you come back already!” Morgan shouted at him.
“I was about to. I told you I ran into a bit of—”
“You hung up on me,” Morgan scoffed. “That was so inconsid—”
“Now, hold on a moment. I didn’t have time to explain things to you, that’s why I told you to wait until I came back.” Harry sounded exasperated.
“Are you at Hogwarts?” Morgan asked.
“Who is this?” Dumbledore was staring at the mirror in Harry’s hand, but couldn’t see the person on the other side from his position.
“How do you know?” Harry asked suspiciously.
“There is a potent tracking charm on th—”
“You put a tracking charm on me without telling me anything?” Harry sounded flabbergasted.
“Okay, first, I did not put a tracking charm on you. I put it on the mirror. And second, I did tell you about it! You never listen to my explanations when I give you something,” Morgan shouted.
“You tend to ramble a bit too much… I mean, somet—”
“Would you shut up for a moment? I didn’t contact you just to yell at you,” Morgan said.
“Seriously, who is that person?” Now, Dumbledore decided to approach. “Her voice sounds familiar…” He could swear to have heard this woman before.
“Then why did you contact me? I was about to return home,” Harry said.
“That’s exactly why. You can’t return now! They have found you.” Morgan’s tone sounded grave.
“What?! That’s impossible. I’m always careful when… oh…” Something occurred to Harry. His eyes moved to meet Dumbledore’s. “This is because of you, isn’t it? You pulled me over with that stupid contract, and now this entire school is in danger.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Dumbledore sounded confused.
“It’s okay, just make sure to teleport a few extra times and maybe place a decoy in the mist,” Morgan instructed.
“And what about the school? They would follow my trace here,” Harry pointed out, and saw an image of Morgan shrugging.
“I never liked kids. So when you teleport away, remember t—”
“Hold on!” Harry interrupted her. “I’m not leaving this school to be demolished by… ehmm… do you know what’s following me?”
“I don’t, but by the magical signature I just picked up… it’s very big,” Morgan said.
“What in Merlin’s name is going on?!” Dumbledore got to Harry’s side and could finally see the person he had been speaking to. “Madam Yafel?!”
Morgan completely ignored the Headmaster and glanced at Harry. “Fine, do whatever you want. Just try to come back in one piece, or two.”
Her image disappeared from the mirror, and Harry placed it back in his pocket.
“Wh-why were you wit—”
“Let me stop you right there.” Harry raised his hand. “I’m sure you have many questions, but I also have one for you… How good are the protective wards of this castle?”
