"Headmaster, I... I don't know where he went," Pansy said in a panic. "Something unexpected seems to have happened on You-Know-Who's side. It seems to have made those Death Eaters see no hope..." Pansy chose her words with great care, but in the end she decided to be honest. "He revealed that he wanted to seek Harris's protection, but the Ministry of Magic's actions during this period may have frightened him... He hasn't contacted me again."
"Pansy, your father has always been quite loyal to Tom, and he has followed him for so many years... but have you thought about this?" Allen's fingers tapped repeatedly on his desk. "Why did he suddenly feel there was no hope at this particular moment?"
For a moment, Pansy was completely at a loss. Somewhat uncertain, she stole a look at Allen's expression, trying to read his attitude from it, but he looked extremely at ease, and that ease seemed to come more from the dark-brown fizzy drink in his hand.
"Is it because you defeated the Dark Lord several times in a row, Headmaster?" Pansy carefully gave an answer, slipping Allen a compliment at the same time.
"I've defeated him many times, but after the most recent time, your father still chose to follow Tom. Yet now he suddenly regrets it..." Allen took a sip of his drink. "Why do you think that is?"
Pansy did not know why Allen would ask that. She began thinking of all sorts of possibilities, but none were ones she could say aloud. In the end, she said rather simply, "Headmaster Harris... if there's anything you need, please just say the word. I don't know what Parkinson can offer that would be worthy in your eyes... but we will support you with everything we have... I only