There were indeed two Dumbledores in this world.
One was Albus Dumbledore, and the other was his younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore.
The name that had appeared in the Headmaster's Office was unquestionably Albus Dumbledore, yet the man before him also seemed to be Albus Dumbledore.
Cyrus dared not make any rash moves. Only one thought remained in his mind-
Had he noticed me or not?
He was wearing the Invisibility Cloak, one of the three Deathly Hallows. Even Death himself could not see through it. In the original story, even Voldemort had failed to notice Harry when he hid beneath the cloak.
Perhaps Dumbledore had not noticed him at all?
Cyrus clung to that last shred of hope.
But he soon learned why everyone called Albus Dumbledore the most powerful wizard in the world.
"Good evening, Tom. Or do you no longer dare show your true face to me? There is so much I would like to discuss with you, for old times' sake. I would also like to ask whether you have a few things on you that you shouldn't."
The blue eyes behind Dumbledore's half-moon spectacles remained fixed on him.
"Forgive me, but I promised two very energetic students that I would help them retrieve a few things. And there is a cloak as well, of course. Harry's father left it to him, and I think it would be best to return it. What do you think?" He looked perfectly calm, as though he were speaking not to a Dark Lord who had murdered countless people, but to a student who had strayed from the right path.
Cyrus now understood all too clearly that he had been thoroughly exposed. Though panic raged inside him, he knew he had to remain calm on the surface.
Dumbledore was no omniscient