Harry watched blankly as Dumbledore picked up the sword and stabbed it into a rather attractive cup.
He saw black smoke rising from the cup and heard a scream that seemed capable of piercing the soul.
The sound felt very familiar to him.
Just as he was about to ask, the scar on his forehead suddenly grew burning hot. Then a familiar pain made him raise his hand to cover his lightning-shaped scar.
The pain was far more intense than before, as though someone had plunged a knife into his forehead and was twisting it around with all their might.
Harry clutched his forehead, his face turning deathly pale in an instant. A cry of pain escaped his throat, and under Dumbledore's and Su Er's gazes, his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
Dumbledore seemed to have expected this. He took out the Elder Wand and gave it a gentle wave. The sofa beneath Harry stretched and widened until it became a bed, and magic lowered Harry onto it.
Like a doctor, Dumbledore observed him for a while, then sighed softly.
"This must be what happened to Harry over the summer?"
"Judging by Harry's description, yes, Professor," Su Er replied. "There's something I don't understand. Why would Harry experience something like this...?"
Dumbledore pondered for a while before speaking.
"If my deductions are correct, for some reason, Harry and Riddle have developed a mental connection. Moreover, I suspect that Harry and Riddle cannot maintain this connection at all times. There must be some sort of bond between them that, under certain conditions, allows Harry to see what is happening on Riddle's side."
"A Horcrux?" Su Er immediately put in.
"Exactly. I can be fairly certain that Harry has become one of Riddle's Horcruxes, while Riddle himself must be completely