What a merciful White Lord!
Vaughn wore exactly that expression.
"Dear, I seem to sense that you're mocking me."
"What else would I be doing?"
"Fine, I understand. I've always been in the habit of giving people chance after chance, even bad people—Morfin truly isn't a good man. The twisted blood of the Gaunt family made him cruel and hot-tempered, but from another perspective, he was merely a victim of Tom's conspiracy—"
"You don't need to try to convince me. I was only making a suggestion. I don't care whether he's good or bad." Vaughn cut Dumbledore off and looked up at Salazar Slytherin's magnificent statue once more. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "—How do you need me to cooperate?"
That clearly meant he had agreed to Dumbledore's plan.
The old man smiled happily. "First, we need to keep track of the notebook's movements at all times. Harry kept it with him at The Burrow for two weeks. Given your nature, you probably tampered with it, didn't you?"
Vaughn had nothing to say.
A moment later, he raised his wand and gave it a slight flick. A wisp of white mist sprayed from its tip.
Vaughn lifted the mist with his wand and tossed it to the old man. "Put it into your mindscape, and you'll be able to vaguely sense the notebook's location. It isn't very precise, but it should be somewhat useful as an intelligence reference."
As he spoke, Vaughn paused and gave Dumbledore a meaningful look. "That is, if you aren't afraid I'll use the opportunity to implant a Personality Armament into your heart."
The old man accepted it gladly, his tone cheerful. "Of course I'm not afraid, child. My heart is utterly sincere and filled with love. I'd even welcome you dropping in for