Changing Characters, Tom and Voldemort

Looking at the Pensieve placed on the table, Wizet already had a guess in her mind. "Headmaster Dumbledore, am I fortunate enough... to be the listener?"

"Of course, Wizet!" Dumbledore took out his wand, gently pressed the tip against his temple, and slowly drew out a silver Memory Thread.

He tossed the Memory Thread into the Pensieve. "Let's begin!"

Wizet immediately thought of Rita Skeeter's report, "The poisoning incidents during the Christmas holidays?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded.

"Okay!" Wizet slowly bent down and buried her head in the Pensieve.

With a feeling as if he were falling weightlessly, he found himself in front of a hospital bed in the Hospital Wing, where a burly boy was lying.

Perhaps the word "lying down" is not quite appropriate, as his physique is somewhat overdeveloped, making it seem more like he was crammed into a hospital bed with his legs bent into an "O" shape.

His mouth was wide open, revealing Troll front teeth, as if he were groaning. His brows were tightly furrowed, and he had an expression of extreme pain.

Wizet recognized the boy. "It's Marcus Flint!"

Marcus Flint is the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team and, like Wizet, is the Chaser. He played against Wizet last year, so Wizet remembers him.

Dumbledore, dressed in a green robe, stood at one corner of the sickbed, seemingly waiting for something.

The real Dumbledore appeared beside Wizet and whispered a reminder: "Here they come!"

The next second, Snape appeared, dressed in a black robe, holding a steaming bottle of Potions in his hand.

He placed the Potions on the bedside table and waved his wand at Marcus Flint;

With a series of "click-clack" sounds, Marcus Flint's mouth slowly opened;

The steaming Potions flew out of the bottle like a fountain and poured into Marcus Flint's mouth.

The Potions worked quickly; the pain on Marcus Flint's face lessened considerably, but his complexion remained pale.

Snape put down his wand. "It's not a matter of antidote or poison; you should be able to tell."

Marcus Flint's mouth snapped shut immediately, his front teeth hitting his lip, drawing out a tiny trickle of dark blood.

"Oh?" Snape raised an eyebrow, walked around the sickbed to the end of the Hospital Wing, and took out a bottle of Invigoration Potion from the cabinet.

He did the same thing again, making Marcus Flint open his mouth and pouring all the Invigoration Potion into it.

The Potions in the Hospital Wing were almost all brewed by Snape, so they quickly took effect; Marcus Flint's face was no longer so pale and regained some color.

However, within minutes, the bloodstains disappeared, and Marcus Flint returned to his paper-white complexion.

"What an unexpected gain..." Dumbledore his green robe sighed. "Now it's clear that the biggest loss is in life force."

"And it is a continuous drain on life force," Snape added. "Pain and nightmares are caused by poison, while coma is a spontaneous form of protection."

After listening to their conversation, Wizet realized, "Soul, blood, body... Could it be that there exists a soul that Blood Extraction?"

This was the Bloodline Magic Salazar Slytherin had talked to him about when he was in the Mirror World; the body and soul could transform into each other and regenerate.

The soul takes the lead and affects the body through the blood. A pale complexion means that the blood is reduced, and reduced blood means that the vitality is weakened.

In this situation, the Invigoration Potion is usually sufficient. If the effect is not as expected, you can take some regular blood-replenishing Potions.

If the Invigoration Potion were to work properly, the color in Marcus Flint's face should not have disappeared, and should at least have remained for a longer period of time.

However, the current situation is quite unusual. The Invigoration Potion did work, but it didn't stay in the body for long, leading to the conclusion mentioned by Wizet—

A soul that does not belong to Marcus Flint is drawing life force from Marcus Flint.

"You've already begun to explore Bloodline Magic?" A hint of surprise appeared on the real Dumbledore's face. "I remember that in the library, there was very little information about Bloodline Magic, and it was very dangerous."

Wizet did not deny it, and nodded very readily, "So I learned about Bloodline Magic through another channel."

"Guardians!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Let's go outside and discuss the rest!"

The two returned to the Headmaster's Office, Wizet went back to the previous topic, "Headmaster Dumbledore, it must have been Lockhart who did it, right?"

"Today's Daily Prophet has reported that Lockhart has concocted an effective antidote and cured the student from the coma."

"Now it seems that it's simply because he stopped absorbing life force and even gave back some of it, which is why those students woke up."

"The deduction is correct," Dumbledore nodded. "But I believe Lockhart was merely an accomplice. This series of events reminds me of Voldemort ..."

"The former Voldemort?" Wizet repeated the phrase, as if pondering its meaning. "Headmaster Dumbledore, are you saying... there exists a second Voldemort's soul?"

"Yes! Magic is so unpredictable..." Dumbledore. "Have I mentioned it to you? What was Voldemort's real name back then?

"I think..." Wizet for a moment, then gently shook her head, "No!"

"Then let's learn about it!" Dumbledore raised his wand and drew a string of golden words in the air.

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.

He gently waved his wand, changing the order of the words.

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE.

"This..." Wizet looked at Dumbledore's eyes and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

He now understood why Dumbledore and Snape had looked so strange when they were exploring the Chamber of Secrets.

"Yes, isn't it amazing?" Dumbledore pulled a Lemon Sherbet from his pocket. "But we believe you. It's just a funny little trick."

Seeing Wizet accept Lemon Sherbet, Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction and continued, "Let me tell you about Tom Riddle back in the day..."

"He's very goal-oriented. He proactively learns about the professors' preferences and actively develops interpersonal relationships, using his strengths to..."

As Dumbledore described it, Wizet's expression turned strange;

At least when he used Dobby's memories, he just suddenly felt a bit absurd, wondering how he could be similar to Voldemort.

Now, listening to Dumbledore's recounting of the past, he suddenly seemed to understand why Lucius Malfoy had mistaken him for Voldemort through a diary...