Dumbledore definitely knew something!
Tris was now absolutely certain of that.
In the films, Old Dumbledore had kept all sorts of things from Harry, afraid he would encounter things that were too dark too soon-or perhaps worried that Voldemort might learn something through their soul connection.
With Tris, though, he really did tell him everything.
Horcruxes, the soul's shrieks, the murders involved in making them-he held nothing back.
"So this Diadem and the Locket from before are both Horcruxes Voldemort made." Although Tris had known that for ages, he still put on a surprised expression.
As for how convincing his performance was, there was nothing he could do about that.
Lockhart wasn't particularly fond of him. In fact, Harry was usually his sole favorite, so he only ever called Harry up to practice acting during drama lessons. With no opportunities to practice, Tris had to rely on natural talent.
Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't seem to notice-or didn't care. He nodded. "Yes, but there's one problem at present. We don't know how many Horcruxes Voldemort made.
"An old friend of mine might know, but he refuses to tell me."
At that, Dumbledore shook his head slightly.
Tris recalled that Slughorn had also come along the last time Dumbledore had sought them out. He had assumed the plump old man had already told Dumbledore everything, but apparently that wasn't the case.
"I think Voldemort picked a pretty strange place to hide that thing," Tris said, using the line he had planned long ago. "He actually hid it in a cave like that. If Kreacher hadn't told us, who would ever have thought of looking there?"
"Yes." Dumbledore nodded. "His hiding places are certainly interesting. But he didn't choose that place at random. He went there as a child."
"Really?" Tris looked surprised and