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His solution to the problem of legillimency was to create a soul, a living probe, on the lens of his eyeball, and command this probe to use legillimency in his stead. The probe would then return to lucidity once the job was done, and report its findings before disintegrating into magical residue that had a tendency to glitter or twinkle before vanishing. It was a trick he had taught to the prodigial rising star of Severus in his youth, who had regrettably taught it to Tom back when Severus was still loyal to the man.

His probe promptly died.

"No sir, I can't say that I do." said Harry.

Dumbledore conjured a second probe.

Which, immediately on contact with Harry's mind, died.

The fuck?

"Well Harry, Legillimency is a terrible dark art. It was invented and popularised by Lord Voldemort in the later years of his reign of terror, and today is used only by the most vile witches and wizards alive."

He made two more probes and commanded them to attack.

Both dropped dead.

"It is the art of raping someones mind. Of invading someone so intimately that you can feel what they feel, and remember what they remember."

What in the actual sodding hell? So many corpses of probes were sliding off his eyes that he must have looked like he was on the brink of tears. What the fuck was- oh. Oh shit. Shit, shit, bloody fucking hell. The horcrux. It was so bloody obvious in retrospect. Horcruxes were animovores. They ate souls. So Albus had just been serving it up a veritable feast. Shit. He stopped creating probes. Could he risk going in himself? He considered. No, he decided. Too dangerous. Too dangerous by far.

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