Chapter 142
Albert said, "Since my parents and yours, Harry, once fought in the last war against Voldemort… we've already fulfilled the conditions of this prophecy! Especially because we were both born on the same day, the same month, of the same year!"
At that moment, Harry finally understood the mysterious truth about the death of his parents. He fell silent, unable to say a word.
Albert continued, "All right, let's go back! I don't want that wretch to suspect us for even a moment. This plan must continue until the right time!"
Harry, looking ashamed, finally spoke. "Albert… I'm truly sorry for what happened. I was angry, I didn't know what I was doing. I apologize for hitting you… and for everything else."
Albert waved his hand, signaling forgiveness, as though he had never taken the matter seriously.
Things returned to their usual state.
When the three of them returned, they found Ron talking to his rat beside one of the trees.
The moment Harry laid eyes on Ron's rat, he lost control. He wanted to pounce and kill it right then and there but Hermione stopped him in time.
Albert stepped forward. "All right! I think it's time for the students to return to school. Harry, you'll need to wear your Invisibility Cloak."
Harry pulled the cloak over himself and disappeared from sight.
Albert left Hermione and Ron, walking off on another path.
Once he was certain that no one was watching, he transformed into an owl and soared high into the sky.
This time, the weather was calm and pleasant, unlike the last time he had taken flight.
Albert truly enjoyed the freedom of flying through the open skies.
Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron joined the other students, lined up in an orderly row under Professor McGonagall's stern instructions to avoid noise and chaos.
The line of students followed McGonagall back to Hogwarts.
Draco Malfoy and his two companions walked in fear, their faces pale as though they had seen zombies or some other horror.
Of course, all of it was because of what Harry had done to them earlier.
Elsewhere…
Inside Azkaban…
In one of the cells sat a frail, weakened man. His hands were shackled against the wall with black cuffs, and his body looked as if it was close to death.
Yet, despite his wretched condition, the man was laughing hysterically.
"Hahaha… hahahaha! You'll never be able to stop him! When the Dark Lord returns, you'll all regret what you've done! I can't wait for that moment! Long live the Dark Lord!"
BOOM!
A powerful blast struck the door of his cell.
The weakened man looked up in shock as the iron door swung open, shattered by a blasting curse.
His manic laughter turned into disbelief as he gasped at the sight before him.
"Lucius Malfoy?! What on earth are you doing here?!"
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