Chapter 149: The Protection of the Soul

Facing John's questions, Karkaroff was stunned; obviously, he didn't expect him to ask so specifically.

But he wasn't lying; he did indeed see "John" that day.

So after recalling a little.

He snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes, and said: "The time was the day school started, around midnight."

"As for the wand, it was black, held in the right hand, and the technique was very ordinary."

Saying this, he even picked up his own wand and made a gesture of holding a wand.

John nodded lightly, then looked at Professor Snape.

"Professor, if I remember correctly, that night I sneaked into your workshop to brew potions, but was caught by you, and I worked there until curfew."

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, said coldly: "That is indeed the case."

Then John nodded and continued.

"And it was after that that I ran into the person in black when I went to the Great Hall to register; the time difference was no more than a quarter of an hour."

"So in terms of time, it doesn't match at all. If you don't believe me, we can drink some Veritaserum and say it again; I think this point alone is enough to clear my suspicion."

Karkaroff's face changed slightly, his lips moved, but he couldn't refute immediately.

Then John continued to take out his wand from his arms.

"As for the wand, my wand is not that kind of mass-market wand."

"This is a work by Mr. Ollivander 50 years ago; this gorgeous amber-gold wood, this fine silver vine pattern, is not some pitch-black mass-market goods."

He held the wand lightly under the light; the amber-gold wood glowed with a gentle luster, and the silver vine pattern wound like a living thing.

"Of course, this can be disguised with someone else's wand; let's not talk about this, let's talk about the grip."

"I like to hold the wand half-hanging because it looks more pretentious; I would never hold it tightly and honestly like that. Professor McGonagall can testify to this."

Professor McGonagall nodded immediately: "Indeed, John's grip is very... special; I noticed this when I taught him Transfiguration."

Karkaroff panicked and spoke quickly.

"I didn't lie to you! I really saw him that day! And it wasn't me who signed Harry Potter up!"

Dumbledore also raised his hand slightly again to appease him.

"I know, Igor, don't worry."

"Obviously, someone deliberately let you see John, and then borrowed your mouth to frame him."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Karkaroff calmed down a little.

"Of course, I will report the matter of tampering with the Goblet of Fire to the Ministry truthfully."

Dumbledore's words made Karkaroff lower his head, looking very unwilling, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Come to think of it, why he was here explaining this thing had to be attributed to Snape.

Yesterday he went to Snape to discuss the Dark Mark, but ended up being reported to Dumbledore by him.

It was said that because he didn't look like the mastermind, he was directly interrogated.

Asked if he had gone to the Great Hall to tamper with the Goblet of Fire on the night school started.

He naturally denied it flatly; after all, this matter was against the rules and violated the spirit of the Triwizard Tournament contract.

But Dumbledore saw that he was lying, continued to apply pressure, and even said that John saw him that day.

He instantly couldn't hold it back and turned around to expose that he saw John tampering with the Goblet of Fire.

Only then did this situation of mutual confrontation come about.

Afterward, Karkaroff left alone, leaving only the professors of Hogwarts present.

"Dumbledore, then how do you explain the problem with this guy?"

At this time, Moody, who had been silent on the side, couldn't help it and pointed at John to ask Dumbledore.

Obviously, Moody still had a prejudice against John.

After all, the matter of two souls, no matter how you think about it, is not normal.

It's just that Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and then looked at John with a gentle gaze.

"John, presumably Alastor has already told you about the problem with you."

"Do you have any clues yourself?"

John was silent for a moment and looked at Professor McGonagall; her gaze was full of worry.

Obviously, she also knew about the problem with John.

"Actually, this is the question I should ask, Headmaster; can you help me check the situation of my soul?"

Several people were stunned; they didn't expect John to take the initiative to ask to be investigated.

Dumbledore nodded slightly; this instead proved John's stance, and then beckoned to John.

John walked over.

Dumbledore didn't know where he took out a silver vessel, which looked like a plate for holding ash, with a small cup similar to an incense burner standing on the plate.

Dumbledore placed the silver vessel on the table, and then with a wave of his hand, a lock of hair on John's head drifted lightly onto the incense burner.

The silver vessel trembled slightly, and two wisps of green smoke rose from the incense burner.

The two wisps of green smoke swirled and rose separately at first, then slowly intertwined in the air, one wrapping around the other.

Finally, they merged into one wisp, rising and lingering without dissipating.

"This is the situation of your soul."

"This is a very rare phenomenon, John."

"Your soul is naturally entangled with another soul, and then they coexist in a certain way, intertwined but not conflicting."

"This symbiotic state is extremely rare; you must know that souls are naturally mutually exclusive and almost impossible to coexist."

Dumbledore stared at the wisp of merged green smoke, his voice low and meaningful.

This was not caused by Dark Magic, nor was it the result of external force, but more like a destined symbiosis.

That's why Dumbledore didn't take any extreme measures against John, because this was obviously not within the scope of John's own control, nor was it an external malicious intrusion.

"Merged and coexisting?"

"Will this have an impact on me?"

John asked somewhat confusedly.

Dumbledore shook his head slowly, his gaze still lingering on the wisp of smoke that wouldn't dissipate.

"Currently, it hasn't eroded you; instead, it seems to be protecting you."

"But whether it will have an impact on you in the future, I can't draw a conclusion either; after all, this situation is too rare."

Up to here, it can basically be determined that John is still John; that extra soul neither usurped his consciousness nor distorted his nature, but instead followed him like a shadow, protecting him.

Dumbledore didn't intend to investigate where that other soul came from, fearing to break this delicate balance and thus affect John himself.

Perhaps one day in the future, John himself will uncover this secret.

Afterward, Dumbledore waved his hand lightly, the green smoke on the silver vessel gradually dissipated, and the room returned to calm.

"It is precisely because you have two souls that you were able to pass through my Age Line."

"As for you, I won't set limits on you, but at the same time, I will observe your every move, not out of suspicion, but out of protection."

"If you have any problems, you are welcome to come to me at any time."

Dumbledore finally said slowly, and this matter was considered turned over.

John nodded, his expression calm but thoughtful.

When he turned to leave, Professor Moody's magic eye was still staring at him.

It seems that the suspicious Professor Moody still had doubts about John's situation, even though Dumbledore had already made a judgment.

However, the top priority now was not John's problem, but the mastermind hidden in the school.

Up to now, they still had no clues. ===== CHAPTER 150 =====