Post by Albus Dumbledore on Oct 19, 2009 19:34:44 GMT -5
With hands folded and resting upon his lips, Albus sat back in his chair with his eyes closed - thinking. Oddly silent for months, Lord Voldemort was biding his time and Albu knew it. Yet, for what? This thought burned in his mind. Not three months ago, Gilus Mitchken had disappeared with no word and although there were many others who had also evaporated into oblivion, Gilus had been an expert in his field. Therefore, cause for concern was evident despite many opinions upon its relevance.
Had Tom recognized what it would mean to the wizarding world if Gilus' experimental studies had proven correct? It was distasteful. The Ministry had put a stopper in his research for decades. Yet, had Gilus found the backing he required to ensure his practices could continue?
Albus leaned pulled out his wand from his robe and pressed it to his temple with his eyes still firmly shut. Concentrating, he extracted the memory of the night, several years before, that he had met with Gilus and sought to convince him to put an end to his search for a wizard gene.
The memory flew floated for a moment, Gilus' face visible for only a moment, before diluting in the solution of the pensieve. Had he found the answer he had been searching for and in turn handed it directly into the hands of the one who could make it a reality? Was Gilus friend or foe?
Albus had a few guesses...
