The Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.
Dumbledore hurried back in from outside, closed the door, and went over to the fireplace.
On the fiery red mirror formed by the flames before him, a gray-haired old man sat with his feet up, without a trace of dignity, leafing through a thick book.
Seemingly hearing the movement on this side, the old man put it down and looked over with interest. Then, to his surprise, he saw Dumbledore's grave expression.
"Has something happened?" the old man asked with a frown.
"Yes, something has happened." Dumbledore nodded. "You must know about Time-Turners, don't you?"
"The things you've been asking about lately really are sinister. Last year it was Horcruxes, and this year it's Time-Turners." The gray-haired old man raised his eyebrows. "If one of those is involved, this can't be a small matter, can it?"
"I can't be certain myself yet, which is why I wanted to ask you. After all, you've been in contact with that for longer," Dumbledore said calmly, his eyes flickering and his expression complicated.
"You have it in your hands, yet you won't even spend a little more time studying it." The gray-haired old man shook his head. "Unfortunately, I can't tell you much more about this either.
"Although Time-Turners do indeed fall within His power, they aren't the focus of my research. You know how vast the powers He possesses are. Just one avenue is enough to consume the entire efforts of several generations."
"Even you don't know?" Dumbledore looked somewhat disappointed.
"I wouldn't say I know nothing, but it certainly isn't much. Besides, you ought to tell me what actually happened, shouldn't you?" the gray-haired old man said with some dissatisfaction.
Dumbledore nodded and briefly recounted what had happened to Harry and the others.
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