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Chapter 192: Hair
Chapter 192: Hair
Chapter 192: Hair
Hermione was still pondering, and Harry raised his hand with a trembling gesture.
"Very well, Potter. Regardless of success, for your courage, I'll award ten points," Felix Harp nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the others. "He needs an assistant to help him, someone who can use words to make him think of happier things. Any volunteers?"
Several hands went up among the Gryffindors.
But Draco also raised his left hand, "Oh, Professor, I'm willing to give it a try. Potter, I have some things I'd like to say to you. You wouldn't be afraid, would you?"
Harry replied fearlessly, "It's you, Malfoy."
The two stood face to face.
"I dare say my words will make you cry, Potter," Draco sneered in a low voice, deliberately keeping it hushed.
Harry gazed at his platinum hair and said, "You can try."
With his light-colored eyes narrowed, Draco continued, "You must have heard of Sirius Black's name, right?"
"And what of it?"
"Heh, Potter, if I were you, I'd definitely seek revenge no matter what…."
Harry's heart tightened. He knew! He knew Sirius Black was a close friend of my dad! But why did he use the word 'revenge'? Suddenly, he realized something, and his stomach turned.
Yet, he said "calmly," "What do you want to say?"
"Oh, Potter!" Draco grinned, his eyes flashing with malicious intent. "How your parents died, you're not clear about it, are you? Such a pity, surrounded by lies."
"I know," Harry suddenly said.
"What?"
"I know everything. Black was a Death Eater, he joined Voldemort, a wise choice... just like your father did years ago," Harry suppressed the terrifying thoughts rising within him. His current task was to counterattack; he absolutely wouldn't show fear to his enemy.
"What did you say?" Draco muttered in a low voice.
With an expressionless face, Harry said, "You know what I mean. The Malfoy family, everyone knows what kind of people you are, right?"
Draco's pale face flushed with anger. "How dare you! Potter..."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Harry showed a satisfied smile. The suppressed emotions that had suddenly welled up left him breathless. He had to find an outlet for them; otherwise, he might end up shouting and screaming without any restraint.
He leaned closer to Draco, their faces almost touching. Harry could even see the flare of his nostrils. He whispered lowly, "Malfoy, your whole family is Voldemort's lapdog, worse than any honorable pure-blood family. You think you're something to be proud of? But you're wrong! The shame of the Malfoy name will haunt you for a lifetime!"
"You, you..." Draco's mind was a mess, and he retorted loudly, "My family isn't a lapdog for the Dark Lord!"
Everyone looked at him in astonishment; before, they could only hear the two speaking in hushed tones.
But at least this sentence was loud and clear for them to hear.
"Is that so? Go ahead and call Voldemort, let's hear it," Harry also raised his volume, making sure everyone heard his words.
The entire class fell silent, a deathly silence.
Felix Harp waved his wand, making them move apart a little. "Alright, the test is over. Potter, Malfoy, return to your seats."
The others looked up at the golden sneakoscope above the table, which was flashing with dazzling light.
Amid Ron's excited voice, "Well done, Harry!" Harry sat back down. Only now did he have the mindset to think about the fleeting thoughts that had just passed through his mind.
Revenge, revenge, what qualifies as revenge?
Unless Sirius Black had done something to wrong him first.
He had previously received information from Hermione, and it was merely that Black and his father had been good friends during their school years, breaking many school rules together. He, Hermione, and Ron speculated that their relationship had completely fractured with Black joining the Death Eaters, turning into enemies.
And Black's escape to come after him was also to aid his master Voldemort in regaining strength, just like Professor Quirrell in Harry's first year. There was no personal vendetta involved.
But Harry realized he was wrong, very wrong.
From Mr. Weasley's demeanor to Malfoy's mention of "revenge," he suddenly conceived an astonishing idea.
Harry left class in a daze. Even when Professor Harp had everyone choose their favorite magical puppet, he simply grabbed one at random.
Happily clutching a puppet with icy-blue hair, Hermione noticed the expression on Harry's face. "What's wrong, Harry?"
"Nothing," he mumbled as he stumbled away. Ron called after him, "Where are you going? It's time to go to the Great Hall for dinner." But he paid no attention, one hand holding his backpack, the other clutching a puppet with black hair. He headed straight back to the dormitory.
The dormitory was empty. He opened the box under his bed and pushed aside the clothes piled on top until he found a leather-bound magical photo album — it was the one Hagrid had given him two years ago, and he would occasionally flip through it.
Harry eagerly opened it, page after page. Then his breath caught.
His gaze stopped on the photo from the day his parents got married. His father was waving at him with a smile, and his mother's face was radiant with happiness. Their hands were linked together.
And standing next to his father was a handsome, grinning man with black hair. His face hadn't sunken from prison, his hair wasn't tangled, but Harry recognized him at first glance —
Sirius Black!
Dizziness swept over Harry, and his heart raced. His stomach churned, even more intensely than after Professor Harp's training, but he was suddenly consumed by a strong emotion.
The idea of revenge relentlessly ate at his heart. He grabbed his wand from the nearby table and held onto it tightly.
"Perhaps he should leave Hogwarts, find that person, and then... kill him!"
But this thought was interrupted, "Harry!" Ron and Hermione entered the dormitory, looking at him with concern.
His tensed heart relaxed, and he let out a deep breath.
...
Later that day, Felix Harp intended to visit Hagrid. In last year's Forbidden Forest adventure, he had encountered many magical creatures and thought he might recommend some to Hagrid.
Like a young unicorn, or perhaps the seemingly silly Cornish Pixies.
But a phoenix with magnificent feathers appeared before him. He looked at it in surprise, "Fawkes? Did Dumbledore send you?"
Fawkes nodded, landing on Felix's shoulder. There was a dizzying sensation, and he found himself in the Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore sat behind his desk, dressed formally, seeming either about to head out or having just returned. His expression was serious, but when he saw Felix, a smile appeared.
"Felix, forgive me for summoning you so late."
"What's the matter, Dumbledore?"
"I heard about the seven Sneakoscopes you introduced in class... one of them, can it selectively find a specific person?"
"Yes, but it requires that person's hair or bodily tissue or something similar," Felix replied, also pondering Dumbledore's intentions.
"It conveniently fits your request." Dumbledore lifted a piece of red cloth, a few strands of black hair lying on it.
"This is..." Felix already had a guess.
"Sirius Black's hair." Dumbledore lowered his gaze, speaking solemnly.
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