Chapter 842: The Vanishing Memory
"What on earth is going on?"
Seeing Dumbledore’s bewildered expression, Kyle rubbed his forehead, momentarily unsure where to even begin.
He had come here to save someone—yet before they’d even exchanged a word, they were already dueling.
Fortunately, although Dumbledore had lost part of his memory, he was still clear-headed enough to recognize that something wasn’t right. For now, he had put aside the idea of erasing Kyle’s memory.
Still, Kyle had to admit—this version of Dumbledore had quite a temper. One disagreement, and he’d already drawn his wand. If not for his current physical weakness and some lingering caution, things could have gone far worse.
Kyle conjured a chair for himself and sat across from Dumbledore.
"Professor, you really don’t remember anything?"
"No. I don’t," Dumbledore said, shaking his head.
"You never questioned it?" Kyle pressed. "You believe you’re still a Transfiguration professor—but that would’ve been decades ago, maybe even earlier. Clearly, you don’t look like that age anymore."
"That’s because this isn’t my first time coming here," Dumbledore replied. "I can’t recall how many times exactly, but I know I’ve returned many times. Altogether, it adds up to quite a bit of time."
Kyle sighed, exasperated.
So in Dumbledore’s mind, the mismatch between his current age and memory made perfect sense—he believed the aging was just a natural result of repeatedly traveling back in time.