Harry's eyes fixed on Malcolm for a long time, and it was over a minute before he showed signs of a forthcoming response. There was a journal inside that he had read recently, Harry Potter's journal. A remnant.
Finally, Harry looked away and studied a portrait on the wall, one of the Blacks who he had never, and would never know, who was snoozing or pretending to sleep in order to listen to the conversation. "You mean Voldemort. Why would you think that? He's dead. There were artifacts of his existence that were eliminated prior to his death that weren't known previous to his first fall."
Harry Potter had a history of reacting badly to people who inquired about Voldemort's death, but he merely looked at Malcolm again with a searching and vaguely interested expression. "If he is, I do not know about it. What do you want to know?"