"Principal, I... I don't know where he went." Pency said in a panic. "I don't know what happened to the Mystery Man, but it seems that the Death Eaters have lost all hope..." Pency carefully organized her words and finally decided to tell the truth. "He revealed his intention to get Harris's protection, but the Ministry of Magic's actions during this period may have scared him... He didn't contact me again."
"Pency, your father has always been loyal to Tom and has followed him for so many years... But have you thought about it?" Allen's finger kept tapping on the table. "Why did he suddenly lose hope at this time?"
For a moment, Pency was a little confused. She secretly looked at Allen's expression with some uncertainty, trying to figure out the other party's attitude, but the other party's very comfortable look seemed to be more due to the dark brown sparkling drink in his hand.
"Is it because you've defeated The Dark Lord consecutively?" Pency said the answer carefully and complimented Allen.
"I've defeated him many times, but after the last time, your father still decided to follow Tom, but now he suddenly regrets..." Allen took a sip of the drink. "Why do you think?"
Pency didn't know why Allen asked this question. She began to think of various possibilities, but none of them could make her say. Finally, she said straightforwardly, "Principal Harris... If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask. I don't know what Parkinson can give you to make you take a liking to him... But we'll support you fully... I just hope that you can keep my father's life."
"It seems that you're gradually making decisions at home... But..." Allen swirled the glass in his hand and refilled it a little. "You seem to get along well with my sister Emily, so she can plead for you... This is the Parkinson family's contribution, just continue to accompany my sister in the future. Oh, yes, Draco will definitely plead for your father, so it should be counted as well..."
When Pan Xi heard Alan admitting that he was willing to let her father go, and it was because she had accompanied Emily and Draco, Pan Xi felt embarrassed and a little uncomfortable. Forget about Emily, she did deliberately become her follower, but she was willing to do anything for Draco even if she did not have such a relationship with him.
Pency looked up and made eye contact with Allen. Pency felt that her thoughts could not be hidden in front of the principal. She watched as Allen took out a piece of parchment from his desk drawer and let it float in the air. Then, he lit his finger and began to write in Latin on it. He finished writing quickly and handed it to Pency.
Pency took the contract with a puzzled expression and looked at the plain parchment without any additional decorations.
"It's just a confidentiality agreement." Allen explained as Pency looked at the contract. "There are some things I'm going to tell you, and I need to make sure that no one else knows about them."
Without hesitation, Pency already knew that this was most likely a devil's contract. This semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught students how to be vigilant against such contracts, as well as the devil's usual means of manipulating words.
Pency signed her name without looking at the contract. She stood up and respectfully handed the contract back to Allen with both hands.
"You're smarter than most people when it comes to problems..." Allen signed his full name.
The contract's effect bound the two of them at this moment, and Pency instantly knew the contents of the contract. Just as Allen said, there were only some confidentiality clauses.
"So now I can tell you some things, Pency." After Allen put away the contract, he raised his glass of Coke and clinked it with Pency's pumpkin juice bottle and took a sip. "I've resurrected two extra Tom's soul vessels. If I'm not wrong, your father is following one of them... I did this because I thought Tom would be able to attract some attention for England, but it seems that because of the era in which these two soul vessels were made... Tom at that time didn't lose too much rationality like the active one before. One seemed to be scared and didn't send any news, while the other one may have done well, but it also didn't dare to come out on stage... I thought they would at most be rational enough not to kill people indiscriminately to gather power, but I didn't expect them to be so rational that they didn't send any news at all... This is my mistake..."
"Ugh..." Pency subconsciously made a strange sound. She only felt that she couldn't calm the fear in her heart. Her palms were sweating and her scalp was numb. Even The Dark Lord was used as a pawn by the wizard in front of her, and there were two of them! And obviously, Harris didn't really take the comfort of ordinary wizards seriously.
"So if I'm not wrong, the one your father is following now should be the one who was scared out of his wits..." Allen's fingers continued to tap on his desk. "And your father, and the Death Eaters who chose to follow this side, should have understood the state of this Tom. They may be happy at first to see their master return to his youth and rationality... but when they find out that his strength has decreased... now this powerful Tom is no match for me. Do you think your father and his colleagues... well, although they definitely can't beat this one, they must feel despair about the future."
"Principal Harris, you're telling me this... If there's anything I can do, please let me know." Pency was completely frightened by Allen's words. She lowered her head and deliberately softened her somewhat hoarse voice. She couldn't wait to let Allen see her loyalty immediately.
"Don't feel pressured. The reason why I'm telling you this is to make things better." Allen gave Pency a bottle of pumpkin juice and said with a comforting voice, "Old Parkinson needs a reason. Ordinary people need a reason to accept him and ignore his identity as a Death Eater and what he has done, just like Lucius... so I think it's more suitable for you to be the contact between me and him. You can tell him, persuade him, and let him cooperate with me..."
"Principal Harris." In a picture frame on the wall, an old witch with long silver curls spoke. "The gatekeeper, Mr. Filch, was blocked by a riddle outside the door."
"Thank you, Daisy... Oh, please don't be angry. I promise I'll solve Tom's problem soon." Allen explained to the picture and stopped looking at her. He turned to Little Hand on the table and ordered, "Little Hand, don't pretend to be asleep. Go open the door."
The fingers of the little hand that was nestled in its nest stood up. It reluctantly jumped off the table and wiggled its middle finger and index finger. It walked towards the door and slid down the spiral staircase's handrail. Soon, it disappeared from their sight.
This time, Pan Xi was surprised to notice the portraits of the past principals in the room. Thinking about how their conversation had been carried out without any scruples in front of these portraits, she began to worry that she would be exposed.
"Don't worry, Pency. The portraits in this school can't tell others what I don't want them to tell me... Just like this little hand, I have control over it. This is something my predecessors didn't have..." Allen noticed Pency's expression. "Also, this undead hand-shaped creature was made from Tom's broken hand. It has the same personality as its original owner. It's not easy to understand, so be careful when dealing with it... But I need to keep it. It's still useful to me."
Pan Xi recalled that during the live broadcast of the duel, Allen and Voldemort had defeated the Black Devil King with an overwhelming advantage in their second duel and had even cut off one of Voldemort's hands. A flash of inspiration came to her mind as she recalled what she had learned in her divination class. Her reverence for the wizard in front of her grew even more. She sat in her seat, not daring to move an inch. The wizard was clearly very familiar with Voldemort's whereabouts, and it was probably through this severed hand … Thinking about it carefully, could it be that he had planned to chop off the Black Devil's hand back then?
Allen suddenly put his index finger on his lips and gestured Pency to keep quiet. Before Pency could respond, she heard limping footsteps and a few meows from the principal's office.
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