Harry had long known that Dumbledore was very, very skilled at soul magic. He could easily influence other people's emotions through words, sounds, and looks, and he usually used this trick to calm people down.
This was also one of the reasons everyone found Dumbledore so trustworthy: being around him unconsciously gave them a sense of reassurance.
Although Harry had vaguely sensed it before, it had never been as clear as it was today. Perhaps because he had just absorbed a silver star, he could sense it especially clearly today.
He had sensed it clearly the moment Dumbledore used it.
Dumbledore seemed to notice something unusual in Harry's gaze and expression, too, and turned to give him a small smile.
Yet just then, Harry's scar, which had stopped hurting and itching, actually stirred with a faint sensation again. That strange feeling from his earlier dream swept over him once more: an urge to attack.
It was as though Dumbledore, standing before him, was someone he desperately wanted to hurt.
"Hiss..." Harry drew in a quiet breath and hurriedly stepped up the Occlumency and Occlumency he had allowed to slacken slightly. The feeling disappeared.
"What is it, Harry?" Dumbledore noticed the change in Harry's expression and asked with concern.
"Professor..." Harry hesitated, then decided to tell the truth. "For a moment just now, I had that feeling from my dream again. It made me want to attack you."
"Oh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, looking somewhat surprised. Yet Harry could not see the slightest trace of surprise in his eyes.
Dumbledore was also an outstanding master of Occlumency, something Harry had known since his first year. But he was different from Snape or Harry himself, whose eyes turned pitch-black, like stagnant pools, when they ran Occlumency at full strength.
Even while