The-Error-They-Made (IV) [Chapter 160]

Harry didn’t stop rummaging through Lucius’ Mind after learning that he was the one behind his assassination plot as he wanted to learn the identities of all the Death Eaters and the sympathizers, but Harry didn’t stop at that. He wanted to know what made a man like Lucius tick so that he could use that knowledge to make the man as miserable as possible before ultimately killing him.

After what felt like hours to Lucius, he finally felt the foreign presence retreat from his Mind, but that didn’t make him happy or relieved… Meanwhile, Harry simply rubbed his chin with a thoughtful look on his face before he flicked his hand downward and Lucius fell on the floor and groaned in pain, but instead of trying anything, he simply started to rub his head, in an attempt to alleviate his pain.

There were quite a few things Harry was able to learn from Lucius. First of all, there were only a few things Lucius genuinely loved and his beautiful wife was not one of them… |Pity… I could have used her to make him more miserable| Harry mused internally in disappointment. Thankfully, the man loved his Family Legacy and his Heir more than anything else.

Lucius would happily chug down gutter water or agree to suck a dick as long as it meant his Family Legacy and his Heir would survive…

Harry finally stopped rubbing his chin and turned toward Narcissa, who seemed to be patiently waiting for Harry to say anything. It was clear that the woman was clearly anxious… While there was no love between Lucius and Narcissa, there was something common between the two… The love for their son. Even though they both loved their son for completely different reasons. Lucius simply loved Draco because the boy was his Heir and one day, he would lead the Malfoy Family, but Narcissa simply loved her son because he was her son.

“You wouldn’t mind if I called you, Narcissa, would you?” Harry asked politely and while Narcissa wanted to protest as it wasn’t appropriate according to Pureblood traditions, she ended up nodding her head in acceptance as she knew that she was in no position to deny the request. “Good!” Harry cheerfully beamed at her and if Narcissa hadn’t seen just how dangerous the boy really was, then she would have thought that he was a simple 14 year old.

“Then, please call me Harry from now on” Harry stated innocently, making Narcissa give him a hesitant nod. After that, Harry turned on his heel and clapped his hands… “Let’s take this to the drawing room. This room is quite small for all the guests” Harry declared before he flicked his hand to levitate Lucius in the air. Moments later, Lucius’ Wand, which was also lying on the floor, flew into his hand.

“Guests?” Narcissa blurted out with a bit of a fearful look on her face.

“Yes, guests” Harry confirmed. “Lucius decided to host them too when he decided to enact his wicked plan to enslave me” Harry added and Narcissa’s eyes grew wide at that statement. She knew that Lucius wanted to have the boy killed by some accident, but she didn’t know that he wanted to enslave Harry. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” Harry asked coldly as he glanced at Narcissa from the corner of his eyes.

Narcissa felt chills run down her spine at his cold tone, but moments later, she fearfully shook her head in denial…

“I see…” Harry said as he started to walk out of the room with Lucius floating behind him. The man seemed to be struggling frantically, not that it helped him much. Narcissa also followed Harry out of the room while keeping some distance from the boy and her floating husband as she didn’t want to get hit by her husband who seemed to be frantically throwing around his limbs. The rest of their walk passed away in complete silence.

The trio finally arrived in the drawing room and Harry raised his hand up in the air, slamming Lucius on the roof of the drawing room, breaking some of his bones before Harry finally lowered his hand and Lucius was slammed on the floor, breaking a couple of more bones in his body. Harry was getting annoyed at the fact that the man was struggling and making weird noises during their walk… Narcissa flinched at the sight of her groaning husband. His Wand arm seemed to be bent in the wrong direction and a bone seemed to be poking out of his left shin.

“He won’t die if you are worried about that” Harry said as he plopped down on one of the couches and he had to admit, the Potter manor couches weren’t this comfortable. “Have a seat, Narcissa. There is no need to keep standing” Harry said without looking at Narcissa. The woman gave him an unsure look as she wondered if her husband would truly survive or not before finally taking a seat. Her husband seemed to have passed out due to the pain, not that she cared if he lived or died in the first place.

‘I am opening the portal for you guys’

Meanwhile, Harry decided to send a message to Gellert to inform him before opening the portal. Moments later, a portal started to form at the edge of the drawing room, surprising Narcissa as she had never seen anything like this and as soon as the first person stepped through the portal, Narcissa seemed to shrink back on the couch as she started to tremble in fear. It did take her a moment to recognize the man, but she had seen his pictures in the history books of her Family, so there was no way she wouldn’t recognize Gellert Grindelwald.

For probably the umpteen times since Harry Potter invited himself to their Manor, Narcissa cursed at her husband before involving her in this mess…

“From now on, all of them are going to stay here” Narcissa was broken out of her internal ramblings by Harry’s words and when his words registered in her Mind, she fearfully whimpered. She wanted to be no part of this, but she didn’t believe she had a choice. “Kenta, can you please heal him? I don’t want him to die, yet” Harry said while pointing at Lucius and Narcissa saw an Asian man step out of the crowd and make his way toward her broken husband.

“So, where are we?” Gellert asked as he looked around.

“We are at the Malfoy Manor” Harry revealed, making Gellert raise his brows in interest as Harry started to explain how they ended up in this situation, and when Harry finally finished the story, Gellert burst out laughing along with some of his followers who were staring at Lucius who was healed and conscious right now with mocking looks on their faces… When everyone was finally done laughing at Lucius, Harry turned toward Narcissa, who seemed to be nervously fiddling with her hands.

“Narcissa, will it be okay for them to occupy the Quidditch Field for the time being?” Harry asked and the woman immediately nodded without missing a beat. Yes, the Malfoys had their own Quidditch Field within the property. They were simply that rich… Narcissa knew that her son loved the Quidditch Pitch and her husband saw it as a sign of their status, but she didn’t even think twice before handing over the pitch to them.

After that, Harry asked his followers to use the pitch as their temporary base for the time being. There was a lot of space around the Malfoy Manor and Harry was planning to build a permanent base in the near future, but before everyone could leave the Manor to prepare the tents, Harry stopped a group of ten and told them to kidnap Barty Crouch Sr. His other prisoner was also here but right now, his face was covered with a black sack, which was Charmed with Silencing Charms and acted like a solid barrier, so that the prisoner couldn’t see or hear anything.

“Nice to make your acquaintance, Madam Malfoy” Gellert politely greeted Narcissa with a bow and the woman fearfully extended her hand. Gellert took her hand and gently brushed his lips over the back of her palm before finally taking a seat.

“Well, now that the pleasantries are over, unmask him” Harry ordered and Nigel, who was still keeping an eye on the prisoner removed the sack from the man’s head and Narcissa gasped as soon as she saw the face. From the corner of his eyes, Harry noticed Lucius’ eyes grow wide in recognition as soon as he saw the man. Harry didn’t have to be a genius to know that both Narcissa and Lucius knew the man.

The man also recognized everyone in the room, but he settled on glaring at Lucius and Harry for whatever reason. “Narcissa, you know him don’t you?” Harry asked, only to receive a hesitant nod from the woman.

“That is Barty Crouch Jr., but he died in prison…” Narcissa trailed off with a confused look on her face.

|Indeed| Harry muttered internally. He also recognized the name, but he had never seen any pictures of the man as he felt it would be unnecessary since the man was long dead. Right now, the man should be buried in the graveyard of Azkaban, but here he was… He wondered if Crouch Sr. helped his baby boy escape Azkaban since the man was clearly in contact with his son and this revelation also made Harry realize something.

Dumbledore was referring to Barty Crouch Jr., not Sr., but he wasn’t certain if Dumbledore knew he kidnapped Barty Crouch Jr., who was masquerading as the caretaker of Hogwarts or if the man mistook Barty Crouch Jr. as Crouch Sr. Yes, Dumbledore was such a man who would happily overlook such a case if it helped his plans in some manner, but once again, Harry couldn’t be certain… Though there was something Harry was certain about. Dumbledore had the means to learn the real names of anyone inside the school and monitor them at the same time.

“I see… Well, I will have the answers” Harry said as he stood up and started to approach Barty Crouch Jr., who was on his knees, courtesy of Nigel. Crouch Jr. tried to scream something at Harry, but it was kind of impossible for him as he was gagged, once again, courtesy of Nigel. Harry arrived in front of Crouch Jr. and broke into his Mind without wasting any time…