“Hello, Harry.” Dumbledore said. “That’s Lord Hadrian Perevell-Potter-Black-Slytherin-Griffindor-Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff-Pendragon-Emrys to you, old man!”

Dumbledore shook his head in disappointment, sadness clearly visible on his face.

“I had a student once who proclaimed himself Lord. He also made up a new name for himself, and demanded to be obeyed. Yet to me, he will always be Tom. And that’s what I call him whenever I have the misfortune to meet with him face to face. Sadly, you are not so different from him, Harry.”