Harry potter:Dark lord

·Chapter 56: Who Stole My Name!1 Feb"What did you just ask me?"

The senior's voice suddenly changed, and Robert could hear a slight tremor.

Although he found it odd, he repeated his question.

"I asked, 'Senior, can you tell me your name?'"

"My name... My name... Yes, I should have a name! But... where is it? Did I forget it? No! Not forgotten! I... I don't think I ever had a name! But... how is that possible?! Why didn't I realize before that I should have a name? How could this happen? Who... stole my name?"

Her voice grew more agitated, rising in volume. The black mist surrounding her trembled violently.

Robert frowned, standing firm before her. His dream felt as if it was starting to collapse—and the cause was the senior in front of him, who seemed to be losing control over something as fundamental as her identity.

Her nightmare magic was far more powerful than his own as a novice. Any fluctuation in her emotions could have a drastic impact on his dream.

But why? Why did a simple question about her name provoke such a reaction?

"Could it be the ancient magic that made you forget your own name?" Robert asked cautiously.

"No... No! This isn't just about memory!" Her voice trembled. Through the black mist, her eyes gleamed blood red.

"Before you asked me this question, I never even considered that I should have a name… Even when you first asked me how to address me in this dream, my immediate instinct was to make up a nickname rather than tell you my actual name… It's as if, in my subconscious, my name never existed at all."

"But who did this? And why? What purpose could it serve…?"

Suddenly, the senior surged forward, appearing right in front of Robert in an instant. She gripped his arms tightly, her fingers trembling.

"When the professor told you about me, did he ever mention my name?" she asked urgently.

Robert recalled his conversation with Dumbledore. The professor had spoken at length about her deeds but had always referred to her as "that senior." As for her name…

Dumbledore had never mentioned it. And strangely, Robert had never thought to ask.

"No, he didn't say your name," Robert admitted.

"Did you ask?"

"I… I didn't…"

"He didn't say it, and you never even thought to ask. Do you really think that's normal?"

The senior let go of his arms and staggered back. Her voice was laced with disbelief.

Robert suddenly realized how unnatural it was.

When speaking about a person who had made significant contributions, wouldn't their name be the very first thing mentioned? Even if Dumbledore had forgotten to say it, why hadn't Robert been curious enough to ask?

He had talked with Dumbledore for so long, yet neither of them had found anything odd about not mentioning her name.

It was only now, as she pointed it out, that he saw just how unreasonable this was.

"Robert… Can you do me a favor?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"If it's something I can do, of course," he replied, sensing an underlying fear in her tone.

"Please ask the professor if he remembers my name…"

Morning Clarity

When Robert opened his eyes, it was already past ten in the morning.

The dream remained vivid in his mind.

Originally, he had sought the senior to discuss ancient magic, but instead, a simple question had led him to an entirely new mystery.

If she had merely forgotten her name, it wouldn't be too surprising—after all, she had been trapped for years.

But according to her, her name didn't just disappear from memory—it no longer existed.

That distinction was disturbing. Forgetting someone meant the person still existed, even if they were erased from one's memory. But if something no longer existed, it meant there was no trace of it anywhere—not in memory, nor in reality.

The fastest way to uncover the truth was to ask Dumbledore.

Logically, Dumbledore should know her name. After all, he had heard of her legendary deeds when he was a student. At the very least, Hogwarts should have some records of her, and her name must be in those archives.

But what if… even Dumbledore couldn't remember her name?

And worse, what if there was no record of her anywhere?

The mere thought sent a chill down Robert's spine.

"Master Robert, you're awake. Please freshen up first. Toby will bring your breakfast shortly," said a voice.

It was Toby, the house-elf, who had been keeping an eye on him. He appeared in the room with a set of toiletries.

"Toby, where's Professor Dumbledore?"

"Professor Dumbledore left last night. It seems he is on a long journey," Toby replied as he placed the toiletries on the bedside table.

Robert thought for a moment. He knew Dumbledore had taken Nagini somewhere to settle down. Given Dumbledore's nature, he wouldn't kill Nagini, even if she had completely lost her reason.

That meant he might not return anytime soon.

Robert reached for a piece of parchment and picked up his quill.

"Toby, please send this letter to Professor Dumbledore for me."

Toby took the letter. "Toby will go to the owl post right away."

As Toby left, Robert felt a wave of frustration.

He wanted answers immediately, but he couldn't show too much eagerness. He hadn't told Dumbledore about meeting the senior, so he had to be subtle.

In the letter, he casually mentioned his interest in the senior's history and asked for her name—framing it as simple curiosity following their previous conversation.

That way, Dumbledore wouldn't find it suspicious.

At that moment, Tom, who was lying in the bed opposite Robert, finally stirred.

He groggily sat up, rubbing his head. His eyes were bloodshot.

"Ugh, my head… Wait! It's already past ten?! Huh… Why do I feel like I've been hit by a Stunning Spell?"

Robert turned his head and quietly picked up the towel and washbasin, pretending he hadn't noticed Tom's reaction.

Tom's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Did you hit me with a Stunning Spell again?"

"Why would you think that?" Robert asked, feigning innocence.

"I never wake up later than eight, and I never have headaches when I sleep normally. You know that. The last time I woke up like this was when—"

Robert interrupted with an exaggerated sigh. "Tom, after everything we've been through together, is this really how little you trust me? It's truly heartbreaking…"

"You little—! It was you! I'm going to fight you!"

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