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But after looking around the two of them, Vaughn could not help frowning. "No Tom Riddle—because he's only a fragment of a soul now, not a living person, so the contract wasn't triggered? Or did Voldemort place an even stronger anti-tracking spell on his Horcrux?"
Vaughn had no way of knowing.
Still, the result was not entirely beyond his expectations. If Voldemort had been so easy to deal with, Dumbledore would not have been suppressed so thoroughly by him more than ten years ago that he could not leave Hogwarts.
Based on Colin Creevey and Peeves's positions on the Marauder's Map, Vaughn concentrated for a while and tried to sense the notebook's location.
Unfortunately, Personality Armament was not magic meant for locating or tracking. Consciousness itself had a certain drift in the material world—without a fixed physical presence in time and space—so he could only vaguely sense the other party's general direction and range. That range encompassed the entire castle, making it useless as a precise reference.
Vaughn gave up. "Forget it. I'll leave the rest for Dumbledore to think about!"
He had specifically gotten the Marauder's Map from Filch this time to fulfill his agreement with Dumbledore, but he did not want to turn himself into a surveillance tool.
See? The Marauder's Map, which he had forgotten about for a long time, had finally found a use!
As for where his main focus should be, naturally it still had to be on his own affairs.
When Harry woke up, he heard some good news.
Filch's cat—that gaunt Mrs. Norris, whose cries were as chilling as a demon's—had been injured last night!
At the Gryffindor table during breakfast, Seamus declared with absolute certainty, "Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff and I specifically went to see her in the hospital