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"I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head." Larry Potter made a little pause, and continued. "And it was always in the same region, in my scar." He finished saying. Professor McGonagall was looking at him like a doting grandmother that wanted to hug his grandson, but she was holding back. "Yes, your scar. One of my wives, Joan, the black haired lady with armor, due to the inclinations of her magic and blessings, is very sensitive to corrupted and dark forms of energy. And she told me that she had sensed a student with a piece of corrupted magic centered around his head that was tryin

Defeated and imprisoned in the basement, she loomed as a dark presence in our aftermath. A wave of conflicting emotions surged through me. I harbored deep hatred and revulsion for this malevolent woman, yet there was also a trace of compassion and reluctance. Harry emerged from the basement, dragging a frail and pitiful figure behind him. The person who had once been a formidable magician was now reduced to a shadow of her former self. Her body, once powerful and vibrant, had become a mere husk, a stark testament to the cost of dabbling in dark arts. Yolanda was brought before us, barely able to stand. Her face was ashen, her eyes vacant, yet a flicker of defiance and hatred remained in her