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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
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Chapter 189: The Double Agent
"Clarke, there you are. I was looking for you." Auror Jones called after seeing the tall man leaving one of the interrogation rooms that aurors typically used.
Clarke turned to see his friend. "Oh… Jones, you are back from the village already."
Jones frowned. "What's wrong? Your face is all pale. Did something happen with the boy?" He noted that his partner had a vial of memories in his hand and was clutching it as if it were an invaluable treasure.
"Mister Potter and Albus Dumbledore left a few minutes ago," Clarke responded.
"You let the boy go? After the mess he caused? The Minister is not going to like this. The press will demand the name of the responsible." Jones didn't like this. He had hoped to keep Potter here for a bit longer and see if his Lord wanted to do something about him.
"He committed no crime. Why would I keep him here?. I'm sure the Minister will understand that." Clarke answered.
"What about Rabastan Lestrange's death? Lord Lestrange recently lost his first heir, and now the other one. He will wa—"
"Mister Potter is not responsible for that," Clarke interrupted him. "The witch killed him… ripped his head off. I saw it in the memories very clearly." He didn't mention the fact that Malfoy and the other Slytherin seemed to have only arrived at Hogsmeade to harass Potter and the girl he was with.
"By the way, do you have a name for the witch? Did you find her shop?"
"Aye, we found it. I sent the rookie to the shop. That place is filled with stuff… I don't know how long it will take to get something useful from there." Jones said while his eyes moved to the vial with silver liquid inside. "So you saw the memories…"
"Ah… yes…" Clarke stared at the vial, still not having recovered from the shock he suffered when he saw them. And the explanation offered by James Potter didn't help make things easier.
The boy was revealed to be a Grandmaster Alchemist with the combat skills of a Warlock, according to Dumbledore.
There was no precedent for something like this and, much like Dumbledore, he was sure that Potter was keeping an important piece of the puzzle for himself. But they had no way or reason to pressure someone like that.
"It is a clear case of self-defense," Clarke finally said.
"So the boy actually killed a dark witch by himself? And cast a fire spell that turned the ground to glass? It is very hard to believe for someone that young, don't you think? Didn't he get help from someone else?" Jones asked.
"No help," Clarke responded with a firm tone.
"Hmm…" Jones didn't seem to believe it. "What spells? Didn't he use anything dark or illegal?"
Clarke glared at his partner with suspicion. "Do you have something against the Potters? It looks like you are upset that I didn't try to find something to accuse Potter of."
"Of course not." Jones brushed it aside. "I'm attempting to be impartial. You know, the law is the law."
"And extreme cases of self-defense allow wizards and witches the use of more deadly spells, even those that would normally not be allowed. I know the law… urgg…" Clarke took hold of his forehead.
"Partner, you look very tired," Jones noted.
"I still need to secure this vial of memories at the Department of Mysteries and archive the report."
"Why don't I help you out, since I am done with my part," Jones suggested while glancing at the vial. "Let me take the memories, and you can go file that report before going to rest."
"Mmm…" Clarke looked at Jones. Normally he wouldn't do this, but they had known each other for over ten years and he had complete trust in his partner. "Okay." He handed the vial of memories. "Make sure they are well secured. Those memories could be very important in the future." The display of magic he saw in them was impressive enough to leave him shaken.
Jones took the vial and held it firmly.
"Let me know when the rookie returns from Hogsmeade," Clarke said before turning around and starting to walk away.
"Of course… partner." Jones smiled. 'The memories are nothing but a consolation prize, but I'm sure the Dark Lord will be interested in seeing this.'
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Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office
Green flames formed inside the fireplace at Dumbledore's office and two figures emerged from it.
James came out first and moved away, leaving room for the old wizard.
"That went faster than I expected," James commented. He expected them to want to hold him until they got all the information they wanted.
James even expected that they would try to get some of his secrets from him, like some of the spells he had used or how he had created Primum and the others.
"Indeed," responded Dumbledore. "I believe you caused quite the impression on that auror. The poor man looked shaken as he gave us leave."
"He was not the only one," James pointed out.
"Ah… yes." Dumbledore did his best to hide his embarrassment. "I understood much better than the auror… the magnitude of what you did today." The Headmaster's eyes were focused on James as he moved his chair to sit down.
"I know you must be very exhausted, Mister Potter. But do you mind if we talked for a bit? There are some things that I didn't want to speak of in front of the authorities."
James sat down. "You can ask whatever you wish, Headmaster. But I reserve the right not to answer."
Dumbledore nodded. "Of course, I understand." He took a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. "You can answer this next question with a yes or no and don't need to delve into details… are you a time traveler?"
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