Chapter 247

Wright stared at him for a second, before he swiftly turned and walked back around his desk, leaning down to pull open a drawer from which he pulled out a letter. Opening it, he started reading through it fervently.

"I believe you," he finally said, closing the letter and looking Harry in the eye.

"You…believe me?" Harry unbelievingly said.

Wright nodded, "I do. Which is why I will give you this warning Mr. Potter. I am not the one making the moves anymore. As of this morning, a more powerful player has stepped in. Someone whose actions make sense only when seen in the context of your story."

It took a second for him to realize who it was.

"Malfoy…" Harry's voice was filled with dread. Borgin's memory restoration in the court must have tipped him off on how to break the memory charm that Harry had placed on him back in the summer.

"Indeed. As of this morning, Lucius Malfoy has sent dozens of these letters out," Wright said, holding up the letter in his hands, " mobilizing the entire traditionalistic side. He has been calling in favors and using leverages left and right, doing everything he can to make the vote go against Turpin."

"Is that why-"

"Yes," Wright interrupted, "That is why I believe you. The only reason Malfoy would pull out all the stops to end Turpin is if he believed there was a significant threat to himself from Turpin's survival. Your story fits. If Turpin is allowed time to heal her mind, then her Veritaserum testimony would not only turn most of his allies against him, it would also land Lucius in Azkaban for life."

"I need to tell Dumbledore," Harry said, panic rising, "If he knows who he is up against then maybe he can stop it."

Wright was shaking his head before Harry even finished his sentence, "As far as Dumbledore's influence in the Wizengamot extends, Malfoy's extends greater. There are no two ways about it. You will lose the vote today. There is no legal way of saving Lisa Turpin now."

Panic was starting to set in, but even through that, Harry noticed something. Something about that last sentence was off.

"No…legal way?"

"You heard me," Wright said as he put the letter back into his, "Tell that to Dumbledore. What he does with that information is none of my business."

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Behind Harry, the door lock clicked open.

"Now get out of my office."

Malfoy breaking the Obliviate was all kinds of bad, but it wasn't world-ending. A quick perusal of the memory of that day using Gamer's Mind had made sure that he hadn't compromised anything too bad. The only things he had used was Hydromancy and his own fists, neither of which could give any potentially dangerous information to Lucius.

He had gotten incredibly lucky, but Lisa hadn't. This had happened at the worst time for her.

After getting out of Wright's office, Harry had quickly found the nearest toilet and locked himself in a stall, wasting no time before writing out a quick letter to Dumbledore's office, telling him about Malfoy's involvement and how he had broken through the Obliviate Harry had cast on him as well as about Wright's ambiguous message.

He had sent it off with Hedwig, who had almost immediately come back with a short note clenched in her talons.

Stay where you are

And so Harry stayed, putting down and sitting on the lid of the toilet seat as he asked Hedwig about the vague message.

"What was he doing when you found him?" Harry asked agitatedly for the third time. It had been over fifteen minutes, the smell of piss was getting to him, and from the sound of it, the bloke two stalls away was having a serious bout of explosive diarrhea.

"For the last time Harry!" Hedwig exasperatedly replied from inside his pocket, "He was writing something on his desk when I arrived. He took the letter from me immediately, and instantly after that wrote down the note I gave you and told me to head back and wait for Fawkes. Have a bit of patience!"

"Easy for you to say while you're inside a magical pocket where the stench can't get you," Harry grumbled.

Suddenly, a ball of fire burst into existence in the stall, badly startling Harry off balance, making him bang into the stall wall loudly.

"Oi! Keep it quiet in there mate! We're all tryin to take a quiet shit here!" explosive diarrhoea guy yelled from his stall. Harry ignored him as he reoriented himself back onto his seat. The ball of fire had coalesced into the shape of a familiar red plumed phoenix who was flapping his wings as he hovered mid-air.

"Fawkes!" he whispered urgently, "What happened? Why did Dumbledore tell us to stay here?"

"Albus sends his apologies," Fawkes replied, "He wanted to talk to you alone and his office wasn't quite private enough."

"Because of the portraits?"

"Indeed. Fortunately, he has found a suitable place. Grab my tail feathers and we will be on our way."

Harry nodded, before quickly standing up and grabbing Fawkes's tail feathers. For a short fleeting moment, fire enveloped his vision as the phoenix teleported him before it receded and Fawkes landed on his shoulder.

Harry looked around curiously. He was in a pure white circular room with no windows or doors. Dumbledore stood right across him on the other side of the room, clad in purple robes and wand held loosely in hand. Wondering where he really was, Harry Observed the room.

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