He first glanced at Scabbers, curled up asleep in the cage by Ron's bedside, but unlike the previous times, he did not inspect the rat's memories first.
Instead, he went to Harry's bedside and lightly pressed his wand against Harry's forehead. A moment later, a thread of white mist was drawn out.
The instant the Personality Armament within Harry was pulled out, an aged voice sounded behind Vaughn. "Your memory magic is becoming more and more refined, child."
Vaughn was not surprised. Dense white mist slipped from his sleeve and seeped into the white thread drawn from Harry's forehead.
Countless images flashed past his eyes.
As he examined them, he replied, "As long as you don't report me to the Ministry of Magic, it can continue becoming more refined."
"Oh—abuse is not a good habit—"
"Did you follow me here just to criticize the way I practice magic?" Vaughn interrupted Dumbledore. "If you really have that much free time, I think you should be more concerned about your Savior. I sent you a message before—some unknown interference may have caused changes deep within his mind."
Behind him, Dumbledore emerged from the darkness in pinkish-purple pajamas, smiling amiably. "As we discussed before, the best way to care for him is not to interfere for the time being. With the magical ability you and I possess, the more deeply we involve ourselves, the greater the ripples in fate will become. Eventually, they may grow so great that fate drives us from the stage!"
"Besides, isn't Harry's current change a good thing? By your own words, he is exercising his initiative and trying to solve problems himself. And Ron—ha, I think we have both underestimated his intelligence."
"The premise of initiative is a clear understanding of things and a definite plan, not blindly