Good grief, did I really command this much respect? All these people came for me?
Hidden in the Mirror Shadow World created by the Deluminator, Tris stared at the thirty-odd wizards around him, marveling at the sight.
Yes, Tris had known someone would come to rescue him, and that they should arrive soon. In fact, he felt they were a little late. If he hadn't backed down so quickly, he might really have taken a Cruciatus Curse.
He wasn't afraid of the Imperius Curse. With his Mind Palace, he was immune to any spell that controlled the mind. Even without it, someone with a Primordial Spirit couldn't be controlled by a mere Imperius Curse.
Essentially, almost every form of mental magic in this world was ineffective against him.
Tris even wondered how much damage the Killing Curse, which acted on the soul, could do to his Primordial Spirit. He didn't dare test that, though.
But the Cruciatus Curse was different.
The Cruciatus Curse also affected the soul, and Tris thought he could be immune to that part. But there was nothing he could do about the sheer physical agony, and he was quite afraid of pain. If he took one, losing control of his bladder on the spot was certainly a possibility.
As for how these people had found him, that went back to a brief conversation Dumbledore had specifically sought him out for before he left Hogwarts.
At the time, Dumbledore had told him about some progress with the Horcruxes. He said he had thought of several places where they might be hidden and planned to search them over the Christmas holidays.
But that was only a pretext. His real purpose had been to quietly leave a mark on Tris.
Yes, Old Dumbledore had left a Magical Mark on