Chapter 64: The Summon (2)
Nero's curiosity sharpened. "Something about Voldemort?"
Dumbledore nodded gravely. "I have spent these past months chasing a shadow, a trail that led me deeper into his past. You see, I recently confronted an old acquaintance, Horace Slughorn."
Nero leaned forward, intrigued.
He knew precisely who Slughorn was and the role he played in Tom Riddle's descent into darkness.
Dumbledore's abrupt decision to seek him could only be related to their recent discovery.
He leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable. "Rather than simply telling you, Nero, I believe it would be far more illuminating for you to witness what transpired yourself."
With that, Dumbledore rose from his chair and moved toward a cabinet behind his desk.
From within, he withdrew a wide, shallow stone basin, the Pensieve.
The silvery substance within swirled hypnotically, shifting like liquid stardust.
"Come, my boy," Dumbledore beckoned, gesturing for Nero to step forward. "Let us take a dive into memory."
Nero nodded, stepping closer.