Dumbledore's Experience Breaking Through

Two soft armchairs emerged from thin air. Once seated, the weariness in Amosta's eyes and brow became obvious. He gently rubbed his temples without speaking.

Just as Amosta had once invaded Onisto Pastore's mind, Dumbledore gently lifted the eyelid of the sleeping Muggle on the hospital bed. He removed his half-moon spectacles, and his clear azure eyes instantly shone as brightly as a blue moon rising over a river.

"Just as you said—"

It was about ten minutes before Dumbledore straightened up. He lowered his eyes in thought, then slowly sat down on another sofa beside the bed, while Amosta spoke at the right moment.

"I erased Onisto Pastore's memories, along with the malicious thoughts and magic that had ravaged his mind. Those things were intertwined with his memories, so it was the only way. Otherwise, with a Muggle's mental strength, his consciousness would soon have collapsed, and his body would have withered away as well.

"It was not easy for me, because it already involved power on the level of the soul. Fortunately, he was a Muggle, so tampering with his soul was not quite so difficult. I wrote Jit's personality back into his memories. He was a janitor at my orphanage and died the year I graduated from Hogwarts. In the final years of his life, Jit's mind was not very sound; he often forgot who he was.

"But as you know, I couldn't possibly know everything that happened in a person's life, so this false personality is incomplete."

Perhaps because of his exhaustion, there was a trace of weakness in Amosta's voice. Dumbledore never interrupted, merely listening in silence. Even after Amosta had finished, he did not rush to offer an opinion.

"Let me guess, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

As though realizing Dumbledore's silence was unusual, Amosta raised an