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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 115: The Headmaster's Doubts
"Sealed, you say? As if trapped somewhere?" Dumbledore furrowed his brows.
"Correct."
"So he is alive!"
"Technically. But yes. I only said I took care of the problem. I never claimed that I killed him."
"He is alive," Dumbledore repeated.
"And trapped. You should be more concerned if he were dead, because then he could be resurrected again. My solution was more permanent."
Dumbledore didn't seem too convinced. "I do not doubt your magical skills, but…"
"I feel like you are going to do it anyway." Harry raised an eyebrow.
"What happens if he dies while he is trapped in this seal? His horcruxes are still out there, aren't they?"
"Yes, I believe Morgan is still using one of them as a paperweight." Harry ignored the horror on the old wizard's face. "But you are worrying too much. When he dies, the only thing that will happen is that he will lose his body. His soul will remain in the same place."
Dumbledore flinched. "This seal can capture his soul as well?! I have never heard of such magic."
"There are many things that you have never heard of. And yet, they exist." Harry stood up from the chair. "I came here to inform you of the situation, and you have now been informed, Master Dumbledore. This Lord Voldemort will never see the light of day again, and his followers are dead."
"Right… thank you for that, Mister Potter. You have done the country a gre—"
"I didn't really do it for the country, but you are welcome." Harry interrupted him. "And don't get too relaxed. There are still many dangers out there."
"Dangers? But you said that…"
Harry chuckled and shook his head. "I said that this Lord Voldemort was done, yes. I have much bigger concerns than that second-class dark wizard, Mister Dumbledore. Now, if you excuse me…"
"Hold on, Mister Potter." The color was starting to drain from Dumbledore's face. "Are you talking about that dragon rider soldier that we saw months ago? Ehm… what was that name…"
"The Argent Flame, an old remnant from my past," said Harry. "They are an organization of wizard hunters...or anything magical, to be fair. They hunt down magical creatures, wizards, witches…"
"But how is that possible? I have never heard of them before you mentioned them," Dumbledore asked.
"That's because your vision is too narrow. You don't know about them because they don't operate in Britain anymore. You can thank Morgan for that, by the way. However, they have been killing people in other parts of the world for over a millennium already. If you actually take the time to look closer into any mysterious death of a wizard or witch, you will likely find traces that go back to them."
"I had no idea…" Dumbledore muttered. "Will they be a danger to the school?"
"I don't know yet. They have begun to crawl back into the country. But we are handling the situation, so you may not have much to do."
"I promise you, Mister Potter, I will look into it. If there is anything I can do to help…"
Harry nodded. "I'll let you know if there is anything. Now I will take my leave."
"Of course. Thank you for taking the time to visit me," Dumbledore said. "Oh, and don't forget that the last task is on June 24. The contract is still…"
"I know. I have not forgotten about that. I will return to complete the contract." After saying that, Harry left the office, leaving Albus Dumbledore alone with his thoughts.
There were still over three months before the last task took place, and Harry had much to do in the meantime.
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The next two weeks went by in a breeze.
The country went back to its state of peace, not really knowing who they were supposed to thank for the disappearance of the Dark Lord, who had been terrorizing them for over a decade.
Harry read about it in the papers from the comfort of his home. For him, the defeat of Voldemort had little importance.
The dark wizard had only been a thorn in his finger that he had to remove, and that was all. Now that it was done, he gave it no more thought.
His mind was occupied with other matters, like what he was going to do with the Argent Flame organization, recovering the fragments of Excalibur, and dealing with the mysterious corruption the Lady of the Lake had mentioned.
Those were his priorities and were the only things occupying his mind at the moment.
"They are here." Morgan walked unannounced into his living room while carrying a large box in her hands.
Harry glanced at her and put down the paper. "What is here exactly?"
"Have you forgotten about it already? The materials that we ordered from the Greengrass."
"Ah… I see." Those were the materials he had been waiting for, the ones that he would need to find the missing fragments of the sacred sword. "I thought it was going to take them longer, after all that they went through."
"I doubt their business is operating normally after what happened to them. But they made it a priority to fulfill my order," Morgan responded as she put the box down next to Harry. "But more importantly…"
"They gave you a discount."
Morgan frowned. "Is that what you think of me? That I only care about money?"
"No, of course not…"
A wide grin appeared on her face. "Actually, they gave me these for free!"
Harry ignored her cheers and went to pick up the box. When he opened it, he found it filled with high-quality magical materials. "This is a lot…" He had the feeling that this box contained much more than what he ordered, but he would need to check the list he had made.
With this, he should have enough to get started.