Dumbledore's Misfortune (Second Update)

Voldemort, whose wand was pointed at him, suddenly felt a chilling coldness that clung to his very being, making his entire spirit feel icy cold.

Just as he was about to run out, he heard Harry's cheerful voice.

"Now I'll let you experience it—"

If anyone were here, they would have noticed that the black mist suddenly expanded and became enormous.

Immediately afterwards, a purple light flashed, followed by a violent sound.

Voldemort's black mist was instantly blasted away without a trace.

"Revelio (The Revealing Charm)!"

Harry waved his wand to detect Voldemort's presence, but the Detection Charm spells told him that Voldemort had already vanished in the Chamber of Secrets.

He was certain that Voldemort would not escape.

Since that's the case... then all that's left is the younger version of Voldemort in drag, he thought.

Just then, Pansy slowly woke up.

"Where am I?" she asked blankly.

"You are in the Chamber of Secrets, Miss Parkinson," Harry said politely, appearing extremely gentlemanly.

He reached out and pulled Pansy up from the ground.

"If you still have any consciousness left, you should remember my conversation with Voldemort, right?"

Pansy tried hard to recall, and after a while, she suddenly jumped up from where she was.

She looked at Harry, seemingly unable to accept the fact that Voldemort was a Half-blood.

"So... what you said is all true?" Pansy covered her face, somewhat distraught, and said, "Oh my god, oh my god... I thought... oh my god..."

"You should think about the better side, like at least you're alive." Harry glanced at Pansy, then said, "Tell me, why are you here? Is it just because you listened to Voldemort?"

"I don't know..." Pansy covered her face and cried, "I... ever since I found that Notebook, I've felt... I feel like I can't refuse any of his requests. Oh God, it's so terrible. I do hate Mudblood, but I never thought of killing that Creevey —even though he is really awful..."

"What do you hate?" Harry asked, frowning.

"I..." Pansy stammered, glancing timidly at Harry. "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, I..."

Harry snorted.

"I'm Muggle-born student," Pansy said sincerely. "But, Mr. Potter, I..."

Harry didn't say anything, but took a bottle of Potions out of his pocket.

It was picked up from the old professor's office...

He then took out a glass of Pumpkin Juice Pumpkin Juice, added three drops, and handed it to Pansy, saying, "Drink this, it will make you feel better—this Pumpkin Juice has been laced with Truth Serum."

Without the slightest hesitation, Pansy grabbed the Pumpkin Juice and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing Pansy's actions, Harry nodded slightly, acknowledging her decision.

If she hesitated even slightly, what awaited her would be...

"Alright, now we can talk about what happened before," Harry said to Pansy. "As a gentleman, I don't think I would use Legilimency on Lady, after all, I'm not Merope... well, Voldemort's mother, that disgusting woman... Alright, now you can answer my question."

Pansy made no attempt to hide anything and, under the influence of the Truth Serum, recounted everything that had happened.

She wasn't lying; she was indeed under Voldemort's Imperius Curse.

To Harry's surprise, even with the effects of the Truth Serum, Pansy no longer said the word "Mudblood".

This means that Pansy has passed Harry's test.

"I understand." Harry nodded. "Regarding this matter, I won't erase your memory—but you will still be punished accordingly, understand?"

"I know, I know..." Pansy nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face.

"Leave the decision on your punishment to Professor Dumbledore," Harry said, waving his wand.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Pansy suddenly stopped sobbing. "Wasn't he dismissed by the Board of Governors?"

"That was just a scheme that Professor Dumbledore and I set up to lure Voldemort into a trap," Harry replied, extending his hand. "Grab my hand!"

"Oh!" Pansy reached out and took Harry's hand.

Harry, with Pansy by his side, Apparition to the school gate.

"Alright, come with me to the Headmaster's Office," he said.

Harry and Pansy made their way to the Headmaster's Office, only to find that the Waterspout Gargoyle at the entrance hadn't moved aside.

"Password," said the Waterspout Gargoyle.

Harry said nothing, and black flames erupted, enveloping the Waterspout Gargoyle.

"The password is Pure-blood!" the Waterspout Gargoyle exclaimed hastily. "This is the password set by Acting Headmaster Mr. Malfoy!"

Harry chuckled and deactivated the black Fiendfyre.

The Waterspout Gargoyle made way for Harry and Pansy to pass.

In the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts, Lucius was sitting in the Headmaster's chair, polishing his Snake-Head Staff.

Upon seeing Harry enter, Lucius stood up. Seeing Pansy, he cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Potter —what brings you to the Headmaster's Office?"

"Miss Parkinson has been brought back to life," Harry said. "And Voldemort's soul has been destroyed by me. Now—it's time to discuss what to do with Miss Parkinson. Where is Dumbledore?"

"You're right, if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way." Lucius smiled and said to Harry, "I bet Dumbledore is waiting somewhere outside the school right now, trying to catch Voldemort as he tries to escape."

Lucius was not surprised by the result.

In fact, when Draco contacted him, Lucius couldn't think of a reason to refuse Harry.

Supporting Voldemort, that madman, especially a madman with a remnant soul, is clearly courting death—but the Harry before us is not only that legendary wizard from a hundred years ago, but also his great-aunt's rumored boyfriend...

Even his great-grandfather, Mr. Septimus, valued Harry highly—it could even be said that Mr. Potter's growth was inseparable from the support of the Malfoy family.

Lucius didn't expect Mr. Potter to be "grateful" or obey the Malfoy family... after all, he was just Lucius, not Septimus.

However, he knew that Mr. Potter was a man of great loyalty and affection, and having received support from the Malfoy family, he would surely repay that kindness.

The Malfoy family will surely receive Mr. Potter's protection in the future, instead of following Voldemort in fear and trembling, lest they say the wrong thing and be killed by Avada Kedavra.

Lucius understood this very well.

Moreover, his great-aunt Cassandra Malfoy seems to be Time Travel; what if she returns to her loyal Malfoy family ...

Good heavens, Lucius couldn't believe it. The legendary wizard Mr. Potter was actually the son-in-law of the Malfoy family!

Lucius felt as if his face was magnified infinitely in a limited space, like a bed that had been wet by a child.

"That must have been very kind of you, Headmaster, former Headmaster," Harry thoughtfully added, then continued, "Now that things are clear, we can ask Headmaster to return."

Lucius pulled a small, exquisite box from his pocket and handed it to Harry, saying, "This is something the Goblin of Gringotts asked me to give you. Please keep it safe."

He swore that the reason he treated Harry with such respect was definitely not because of Harry's strength—of course, that was partly true, but the main reason was that Mr. Potter was his elder.

My great-uncle is also an elder, even though he's only twelve years old.

Ever since Lucius heard about Harry and Cassandra's relationship from Mr. Septimus, he made up his mind—no matter who opposes him, he will never change his mind! The Malfoy family are staunch Harry-Cassandra Shippers!

Yes, the Malfoy family is indeed fickle, but Malfoy family have always put family first!

For my great-aunt's lifelong happiness, I'll be a staunch Harry-Cassandra Shippers!

However, Septimus did not tell Lucius about his daughter's proud and arrogant personality.

How should I put it? It's a bit hard to say.

"Then I'll send a message to Dumbledore now," Lucius said, waving at the Phoenix on the perch.

Fawkes flapped its wings and disappeared from the spot.

"Harry!"

Phineas's voice rang out.

"Oh, Phineas," Harry said, turning around to greet him. "I never expected you to still be in the picture frame at this hour."

"Do you expect me to come out and continue as Headmaster of Hogwarts?" Phineas scoffed. "Don't think I don't know what was going on in the school back then: 'If you oppose Headmaster Black Phineas Black, then we're best friends,' right? I remember that's how you got together with Sebastian Saru!"

"Haha." Harry laughed without any embarrassment. "If possible, I would prefer you to come out and take on the responsibility of being the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Although you are very annoying, to be honest, it wasn't until we encountered Dark Wizard and faced big situations that I realized your good intentions back then."

"Heh." Phineas chuckled smugly, pointing at Harry among the surrounding photo frames, "See that? This is my student! My student! My favorite Harry Potter!"

Harry:...

If these words were heard by a student from a hundred years ago, he would be in big trouble...

You should know that Sirius Black, who was two years his junior and the son of Phineas, was often teased by his classmates because of Headmaster Black.

"But this period has really been suffocating me," Headmaster Black said. "I have something on my mind that I can't tell Dumbledore, and I have to keep your secret... I'm really quite tired. When are you planning to come clean with your old junior?"

"Soon," Harry thought. When Veratia comes back, he'll definitely go to Nurmengard to settle scores.

Since Gellert has been involved, Gellert boyfriend Dumbledore won't escape either; he'll definitely be dealt with along with her...

By then, it would be impossible to keep it from Dumbledore.

Besides, he didn't intentionally hide it from Dumbledore. He couldn't just sit there and say to Dumbledore, "Hey, old bee, I'm your senior," could he?

If Dumbledore were in a good mood, he might just laugh it off.

But if he's in a bad mood, who knows what nasty things he might say.

No one would believe this, let alone a centenarian wizard.

"Alright, I have a feeling Dumbledore is coming back," Phineas said. "If you have time, you can come find me at Grimmauld Place, Number 12; that's our Black's old house—"

"Don't worry, I'll go." Harry nodded to him.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a flash of light appeared in the Headmaster's Office.

Professor Dumbledore, with Phoenix perched on his shoulder, Apparition back to the Headmaster's Office.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry nodded to him in greeting.

"Harry," Professor Dumbledore waved to him, then nodded to Lucius, "Lucius, thank you for your hard work."

"It's what school board member should do," Lucius smiled and said to Dumbledore. "If there's nothing else, I think I should take my leave—as school board member, I have fulfilled my duties."

"Thank you for your hard work," Professor Dumbledore nodded.

After Lucius left the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore said to Harry, "Tell me about what happened in the Chamber of Secrets —I remember I told you yesterday to bring the four Headmasters, didn't I? Where are they?"

"It all happened so suddenly," Harry said, "So I went by myself and forgot to tell them."

Professor Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I hope you won't be so reckless next time, Harry. I know you're different from the young wizards, but don't underestimate your opponents..."

Harry thought to himself, "If I brought the professors with me, I wouldn't be able to perform at my true level—I wouldn't dare use some of those less-than-elegant little Charms..."

"I'll be more careful next time, Professor." Harry glanced back at the somewhat timid Pansy and said to Dumbledore, "Just as we suspected, Miss Parkinson Pansy Parkinson is the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets and petrified Colin Creevey."

Professor Dumbledore's expression suddenly turned serious.

"But," Harry said to Dumbledore, "I added a drop of Truth Serum to the Pumpkin Juice, and I obtained Miss Parkinson's consent beforehand. She told me what happened, and it was confirmed that Miss Parkinson was indeed affected by Voldemort's Imperius Curse, rather than intentionally doing so."

"I understand." Professor Dumbledore's expression relaxed, and he said to Pansy, "Miss Parkinson, would you like some Cockroach Clusters?"

As he spoke, he took out a sugar jar from somewhere, twisted open the lid, and grabbed a handful of cockroaches that were still kicking their legs.

Pansy suddenly let out a loud sob. She knew she couldn't escape punishment, but she never expected it to be eating cockroaches alive.