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The-Magick-Most-Vile (III) [Chapter 227]
🕑 Added 2023-08-30 18:53:54 +0000 UTCSo, instead of trying to show Harry fake memories, Albus decided to distract him with memories of his parents, believing that he might be able to shake Harry’s resolve with them and then use that opportunity to throw Harry out of his mind… There were so many secrets inside his mind and he couldn’t allow Harry to discover any one of them. After all, everything he did was for the Greater Good.
Meanwhile, before Harry could even start looking for anything related to Horcruxes inside Albus’ mind, the man started to show him the memories of his parents. He immediately realized what the ancient man was trying to do and to be honest, he wasn’t amused. Albus had been trying to use the memories of his parents against him since he met the man, and while it had amused him at the beginning. He was starting to become annoyed.
Though Harry was not going to give Albus the satisfaction of getting a rise out of him. So, he forcefully pushed away the memories Albus was trying to show him… Yes, he wanted to learn more about his parents, but not like this. Even though he loved his mother in all the wrong ways, he still respected his father for trying to hold Voldemort back even though he knew that it would spell death for him.
Albus tried his best, but no matter how much he tried, he wasn’t able to stop Harry from pushing away the memories… Harry wasn’t entranced by the memories like he expected him to. It was like Harry didn’t even care about his parents in the slightest, but what he didn’t realize was the fact that his plan was bound to fail from the start… After all, Sirius was right there in those memories right beside his parents.
He could simply ask Sirius for the memories and he would happily hand it over to him, and Sirius might even join him on the trip down the memory lane… Harry didn’t need to depend on Albus for anything…
Now that Harry was no longer being distracted by the memories of his parents, he decided to start looking for what he came for and it only took him a minute to finally find the memory he was looking for even though throughout the whole time, Albus had been trying to stop him by distracting him with the memories of his parents. Credit where credit’s due, and Harry had to admit, Albus was not someone who gave up.
After rummaging through the ancient man’s memories, Harry decided to compliment the man for his hard work… Albus has worked tirelessly to discover what a Horcrux truly was and how to destroy them. After learning what a Horcrux was and how to destroy them, Albus started to spend most of his time trying to deduce the objects Voldemort might have used to create his Horcruxes.
He had managed to come up with a list of objects Voldemort might have used to create his Horcruxes and another list of any likely places Voldemort could have used to hide them… Though the problem was, Albus had no idea how many Horcruxes Voldemort could have made and there was only one person besides Voldemort who could answer the question, but the said man was keeping his head all the way down for decades.
Now, Harry finally knew why Horace Slughorn had not been seen since the War. The man was alive, Albus was certain of that, but he had no idea where the man was hiding. Albus had been trying to locate the man for a year, but still no luck… Regardless of that fact, Albus believed that Voldemort had made six Horcruxes, splitting his Soul into seven as seven was the strongest and the most commonly used Magical number, while the Horcrux in Harry’s scar was made by an accident.
Alas, it was a simple conjecture on Albus’ part and even Albus didn’t want to move on with his conjecture without any backing and that was where Horace Slughorn came in. Harry agreed with Albus on this… He also believed that 7 was a really good number, but having confirmation from the man who told Voldemort about Horcruxes in the first place was quite necessary. Harry didn’t want to jump into anything half-cocked.
“Thank you, Albus. Thanks to your hard work, Voldemort will be finally vanquished” Harry thanked the man, and Albus didn’t even have the energy to glare at Harry. He was quite old and he had been trying to fight off Harry, so even ended up spending most of his energy as mental battles required quite a bit of energy. “Now, let’s see where are you keeping that cloak of mine” Harry said with a grin before he once again started to rummage through Albus’ mind, in search of his cloak.
This time, Albus didn’t even try to stop him as the only reason he was still conscious was due to the throbbing pain he was feeling in his head and as soon as Harry learned of the cloak’s location, he stopped using Legilimency and Albus immediately passed out as his eyes rolled up toward the back. The old man slumped down in his bed and Harry decided to leave him for the time being.
Harry did have a lot more questions for the man, but he could always return and rummage the man’s mind for the answers he wanted… After all, Albus was going nowhere and for the foreseeable future, this cell was going to be his home…
|You are quite pleased| Lily spoke up, breaking him out of his musings.
|Yes, I am. He had been looking for Voldemort’s Horcruxes and he had managed to come up with a list of objects and a list of places where Voldemort could have hidden the said objects| Harry answered and Lily froze for a second before she spoke up.
|His list could be wrong…| Lily warned him while frowning. She didn’t want him to get his hopes up only to get them dashed later.
|I know, mom. I know… But, you have to understand that I didn’t even know where to start looking, and now I at least know what I am looking for. That isn’t all, Albus had done extensive research on Voldemort. He knows how Voldemort thinks and even if his list turns out to be a dud, I would still have an idea what to look for…| Harry explained and after digesting his words, Lily simply hummed before wishing him luck.
|Good luck then| Lily wished cheerfully before Harry opened a portal leading to Albus’ office. There were a few things he needed to grab from the man’s office before he could move on to the next task of the day…
