"This is Dark Magic!"
Umbridge had completely lost control.
"He fabricated all of this! He's deceiving you! He's undermining the Ministry! He's a Dark wizard—the next Dark Lord!"
Her voice broke into hysterics.
"I—I will arrest you! On behalf of the Ministry!"
And then—
She did the unthinkable.
She raised her wand.
"Cruciatus!"
A crimson curse shot toward Lucian Thornwick.
The Attack
"NO!"
Hermione and Professor McGonagall shouted at the same time.
Lucian didn't move.
A silent barrier formed around him.
The curse struck—
and vanished.
Without a ripple.
Without resistance.
As if it had never existed.
Silence
Lucian simply looked at her.
No anger.
No hatred.
Just—
indifference.
Like looking at something already dead.
Umbridge froze.
She couldn't understand.
Why didn't it work?
Why did it disappear?
A Different Kind of Punishment
Lucian's thoughts shifted.
Destroying her directly?
Too easy.
Too merciful.
People like her—
should face their own consequences.
Spell Creation
Concept: Turn malicious lies into reality—on the liar
Mechanism:
Lies create "causal chains"Malice fuels the effectWords become transformationSpell Name:
[Malice Reflection Spell]
Lucian spoke calmly:
"Lies… have a price."
The Transformation Begins
Umbridge kept screaming:
"You're all being deceived!"
"He's insane! A madman!"
First Change
At the word "madman"—
Her eyes lost focus.
Her expression twisted into manic insanity.
Drool formed at the corners of her mouth.
"He's not a hero! He's dangerous!"
"And Dumbledore is a senile conspirator!"
Second Change
Wrinkles spread across her face.
Her hair thinned and grayed.
Her features became sharp, scheming, and grotesque.
"You're all fools! Accomplices!"
Third Change
Her forehead warped.
Her gaze dulled into something brutish.
Her face twisted further—
losing what little humanity remained.
Final Curse
"He's a monster! Worse than the Dark Lord!"
Final Transformation
Her clothes tore apart.
Skin turned gray-green.
Rough.
Uneven.
Her body hunched and twisted—
into something barely human.
A creature.
A reflection of every word she spoke.
Collapse
She tried to scream—
but only animal-like sounds came out.
She looked at her hands—
no longer human.
And broke.
Completely.
Judgment
The hall was silent.
Everyone had witnessed it:
A liar—
becoming her own lies.
This—
was the price.
Aftermath
Lucian didn't look back.
He simply took the crystal sphere—
and left.
Calm.
Unbothered.
As if nothing significant had happened.
Shockwaves
But outside—
everything changed.
The Daily Prophet Falls
No newspapers arrived the next morning.
The office was flooded with Howlers.
Angry voices filled the building:
"LIARS!"
"GIVE US THE TRUTH!"
By noon—
they issued a public apology.
Blaming Rita Skeeter.
But no one believed it.
Collapse of the Ministry
Public trust shattered.
Demands surged:
Investigate the Death Eaters.
Expose the truth.
Hold the Ministry accountable.
Three days later—
Cornelius Fudge resigned.
Forced out.
Not by war.
Not by Voldemort.
But—
by a student's lecture.
A New RealityDumbledore restored to powerSirius Black clearedDeath Eaters hunted
The world had changed.
Dumbledore's Request
That night—
in the Headmaster's office—
Dumbledore spoke seriously:
"Voldemort is not truly gone."
"As long as Horcruxes exist…"
"He can return."
He asked:
"Help me find them."
"A journey of years… perhaps my life."
Lucian's Answer
Lucian paused.
Then said calmly:
"You misunderstand."
"We don't need years."
"A weekend is enough."
Revelation
Dumbledore froze.
"A… weekend?"
Lucian continued:
"I already know where they are."
The diary → revealed everythingThe graveyard → locked all locations
He listed them effortlessly.
Clear.
Precise.
Like reading a map.
Conclusion
"We don't need to search."
"We just need to collect them."
For the first time—
Dumbledore looked at him not as a student.
But as something else entirely.
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