Dumbledore looked Douglas up and down through his half-moon spectacles.
This made Douglas feel a little awkward.
"Ahem, then I'll go on.
After I firmly and righteously refused him, he seemed rather irritable.
He even manifested himself from the diary-a tall boy with black hair.
He was so young. He seemed somewhat different from the Voldemort I'd imagined.
He said this was proof of his immortality,
that he could stay young forever...
Ha, of course I didn't believe him. A vague, illusory figure that relied on a magical object to survive-that sort of immortality wasn't even as good as being a ghost.
My words seemed to provoke him.
He actually called me a Mudblood.
As you know, Professor, I'm Muggle-born. I couldn't possibly tolerate that sort of insult.
So I cast just a little spell, but it seemed I'd overestimated him.
Under my spell, he was actually blasted out of existence, and even the diary he was hiding in
was shattered by the spell.
Still, I did gain something. The way he disappeared at the end led me to judge that what was hidden in the diary was very likely his soul...
Clearly, after his failure last year, he hid in the diary this year and infiltrated Hogwarts again to cause trouble."
After saying this, Douglas looked at Dumbledore and blinked, signaling that he was finished.
Dumbledore hadn't expected Douglas's account to be so brief, and asked in puzzlement,
"Is that all?"
Douglas nodded and said with absolute certainty,
"That's all!
Professor, I'm very sorry about this outcome. I originally intended to bring the intact diary to you.
I really didn't expect him to be so fragile, yet so arrogant. He couldn't even withstand one little spell.
Professor, this won't affect your plans, will it?"
Dumbledore blinked and said with