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Chapter 192: Hair
Chapter 192: Hair
Hermione was still hesitating when Harry shakily raised his hand.
"Very well, Potter. Whether or not you succeed, I award you ten points for your courage", Felix nodded in satisfaction. He then looked at the others. "He needs an Assistant to guide him with words, helping him think of happy things. Any volunteers?"
Several people from Gryffindor raised their hands.
But Draco also raised his left hand. "Oh, Professor, I'd like to give it a try. Potter, I have something to say to you. You won't chicken out, will you?"
Harry said fearlessly, "It's you, Malfoy."
The two stood face to face.
"I can say things that will make you cry, Potter", Draco whispered mockingly, his voice deliberately low.
Harry stared at his platinum blonde hair. "Try me."
Draco narrowed his pale eyes. "You've heard of Sirius Black, haven't you?"
"So what?"
"Heh, Potter, if I were you, I'd do everything to seek revenge..."
Harry's heart tightened. He knew! He knew Sirius Black was his father's best friend! But why use the word 'revenge'? A sudden realization made his stomach churn.
But he said 'calmly,' "What do you want to say?"
"Oh, Potter!" Draco grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You don't know how your parents died, do you? So pitiful, surrounded by lies."
"I know", Harry said suddenly.
"What?"
"I know everything. Black was a Death Eater, he joined Voldemort. A wise choice... just like your father", Harry suppressed the rising fear in his heart. His task now was to counterattack; he absolutely couldn't show any fear to his enemy.
"What did you say?" Draco whispered angrily.
Harry said expressionlessly, "You know what I mean. The fence-sitting family, everyone knows what you are, don't they?"
Draco's pale face turned red with anger. "How dare you! Potter..."
"What's there to dare?" Harry smiled with satisfaction, the sudden rush of oppressive emotions making it hard to breathe. He needed an outlet, or he would have screamed uncontrollably.
He leaned in close to Draco, their faces almost touching. Harry could see his flaring nostrils and whispered, "Malfoy, your whole family are Voldemort's lackeys, worse than any principled Pureblood Families. You think you're so proud? But you're wrong! The shame of the Malfoy name will follow you for the rest of your life!"
"You, you..." Draco's mind was in chaos as he shouted, "My family is not Voldemort's lackey!"
Everyone was shocked, having only heard their whispers until now.
But at least this sentence was crystal clear.
"Is that so? Shout 'Voldemort' then", Harry raised his voice so everyone could hear.
The entire class fell into a deathly silence.
Felix waved his wand to separate the two. "That's enough. Potter, Malfoy, back to your seats."
The others looked up at the Golden Mirror, which was now glowing brightly.
Amid Ron's excited shout, "Well done, Harry!" Harry sat back down, finally having the chance to reflect on the fleeting thought that had just crossed his mind.
Revenge, revenge, what could truly count as revenge?
Unless Sirius Black had wronged him first.
The information he had from Hermione only confirmed that Black and his father were good friends in school, breaking many rules together. He, Hermione, and Ron had speculated that their relationship had completely deteriorated when Black joined the Death Eaters, turning them into enemies.
And Black's escape to pursue him was also to help his master, Voldemort, regain his strength, much like Professor Quirrell in his first year. There was no personal grudge involved.
But Harry realized he was wrong, terribly wrong.
From Mr. Weasley's attitude to Malfoy's mention of 'revenge,' he suddenly had an incredible idea.
Harry walked through his classes in a daze. Even when Professor Hep asked everyone to come forward and choose a Magical Automaton, he just picked one at random.
Hermione was delightedly hugging a puppet with ice-blue hair. She noticed Harry's expression. "What's wrong, Harry?"
"Nothing", he mumbled, stumbling away. Ron shouted, "Where are you going? We need to go to the Great Hall for dinner", but Harry didn't pay attention. He carried his bag in one hand and the black-haired puppet in the other, heading straight back to the dormitory.
The dormitory was empty. He opened the trunk under his bed, pushing aside the clothes on top until he found a leather-bound magic album—Hagrid had given it to him two years ago, and he often flipped through it.
Harry eagerly opened it, turning to the first page, then the second. His breath caught in his throat.
His gaze landed on a photo from his parents' wedding day. His father smiled and waved at him, his mother radiated happiness, their hands clasped together.
Next to his father was a handsome, black-haired man with a cheerful grin. His face hadn't been gaunt from imprisonment, and his hair wasn't tangled, but Harry recognized him immediately—
Sirius Black!
Harry felt a wave of dizziness. His heart pounded, and his stomach churned more violently than after Professor Hep's training sessions. A strong emotion surged within him.
The thought of revenge gnawed at his heart. He grabbed his wand and clutched it tightly.
'Maybe I should leave Hogwarts, find that man, and... kill him!'
But the thought was interrupted. "Harry!" Ron and Hermione entered the dormitory, looking worried.
Harry's tense heart relaxed, and he let out a deep breath.
...
Later that day, Felix decided to visit Hagrid. During last year's adventure in the Forbidden Forest, he had seen many magical creatures, some of which he could recommend to Hagrid.
For example, a baby unicorn or a goofy-looking Flower Fairy.
But a Phoenix with vibrant feathers appeared before him. He stared in surprise. "Fawkes? Is Dumbledore looking for me?"
The Phoenix nodded, landing on Felix's shoulder. The world spun, and he found himself in the Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore sat behind his long-legged desk, dressed formally as if he were about to go out or had just returned. His expression was serious, but it softened when he saw Felix.
"Felix, forgive me for calling you here so late."
"Is something wrong, Dumbledore?"
"I heard about the seven Scrying Mirrors you described in class... One of them can specifically detect a particular person, correct?"
"Yes, but it requires a strand of hair or some other body tissue from that person", Felix replied, pondering Dumbledore's intentions.
"Fortunately, I have what you need." Dumbledore lifted a red cloth, revealing several black hairs lying on it.
"This is..." Felix had a suspicion.
"Sirius Black's hair", Dumbledore said, his eyes downcast and his voice heavy.
(End of Chapter)
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