allendalepharm Chapter 357 The Sad Wind Chimes
Chapter 357 The Sad Wind Chimes
Chapter 357 The Sad Wind Chimes
When wizards try to find certain people, Muggle's methods of concealment are simply not enough.
Even a novice wizard who knows little about magic can easily find those who are hiding. For example, he can go to the owl post office to write a letter to the other party and then easily find the other party by following the owl.
Even if Muggles hide their secret laboratory deep underground at the bottom of a hollowed-out mountain.
"The Arahomon Opens!"
With a flash of magical light, the heavy alloy base gate was forcibly opened. The mechanical devices inside, which were supposed to prevent the gate from being opened by force, were completely ineffective against the magic, emitting a creaking sound of gears grinding together roughly.
Emergency lights are flashing.
The anti-interference speaker on the wall is emitting a piercing sound.
"Warning, warning, an unknown error has occurred. The door to compartment number 2 is opening!"
Designs that could prevent violent intrusion, such as devices that spray mist containing snake neurotoxins in the corridors, were all magically disabled and could not be activated.
"The mechanism has failed!" (A curse)
A Death Eater from an ancient, pure-blooded family licked his lips, put away his wand, and said excitedly, "I love the feeling of digging through rat holes! Watching the rats scurry away in panic is so satisfying!"
That's right. Wizard families who come from tomb raiding backgrounds are looked down upon by everyone, but those who can continue their family lineage must have some skills.
But digging into rat holes doesn't mean you're completely defenseless.
The previous ambush by the mercenaries left many people seriously injured. Even with various potions and healing magic, some of the injuries were still not fully healed. If it weren't for Voldemort's influence, they would have preferred to find a place to recuperate.
The physical pain made them dare not let their guard down any longer.
One spell after another was released in all directions, and all sorts of magical items were brought out and used.
This is where the advantage of being born into an ancient pure-blood family becomes apparent; they can always produce powerful spells that are completely unfamiliar to wizards from simple magic schools.
"A fish with a tassel!"
The Death Eater Mulce swung his wand, and pale orbs of light, as if life had faded, swayed and flew out from the tip of the wand, trailing long tails of flame, circling around him in mid-air.
The ball of light would occasionally dart into a corner, followed by a mournful wail from afar.
Magic: Collapse and Cry Spell.
It can automatically seek out the scent of life, and once attached, it ignites all the sadness in the heart of the attacked person, causing them to cry in agony and collapse to the ground, losing almost all of their ability to act.
Prolonged periods of grief can cause some degree of permanent psychological damage.
Such standard dark magic spells were simply thrown into the basket of black magic by the modern magic system, and their dissemination was restricted and they were prohibited from being taught in magic schools.
The construction of the modern magic system, jointly promoted by ancient pure-blood families, has resulted in a large number of highly efficient and powerful spells being firmly controlled by these groups, which are difficult to restrict by law, becoming the cornerstone of their privileges and power.
Below the masters of magic, the strongest fighting force in the wizarding world has never been the law-abiding Auror violent organizations or magic school professors, but rather these ancient families who hold the essence of thousands of years of wizarding magical civilization.
Voldemort clearly chose these people because of this.
This is one of the reasons why Snape insisted on aligning himself with these people instead of the upright pure-blood families that his beloved Lily Evans preferred.
If it weren't for Gilderoy Lockhart, who led the "good" wizards onto a deeper magical path, frankly speaking, the wizards trained in magic schools under the modern magical system established by Dumbledore to regulate the wizarding world would really be lacking.
Evil, eeriness, misfortune, death, and harm—these are the most terrifying wizards in the eyes of Muggles, not the wizards who appeared under Dumbledore's guidance. This is why the wizarding profession has declined with each generation.
This is the price of justice.
It wasn't until Gilderoy Lockhart emerged, capable of leading the righteous community to a deeper level, that the current wizarding society truly began to move forward.
"alert!"
As everyone pressed forward, relentlessly eliminating the Muggle figures appearing in the experimental base, and enjoying a smooth and exhilarating journey, Death Eater August Lukewood suddenly shouted, drawing everyone's attention.
"A tremendous threat!"
August's voice was filled with terror. "I sensed an extremely terrifying power deep within this Muggle building. Damn it, how could a Muggle possess such power!"
Everyone was clearly startled and stopped in their tracks to look at him.
"Impossible!" August muttered. "Even among wizards, only the Department of Mystic Affairs possesses such terrifying power!"
"What's going on?" Bella, who was in charge of bringing up the rear, had obviously noticed the halt in the marching group. She quickly walked forward and asked warily.
"Destruction, death, disease, deformity—" August described the terrifying message conveyed by the magic in disbelief.
Bella frowned and turned to look at Voldemort.
Voldemort shoved aside his minions and stepped to the front, waving his wand and carefully sensing what lay ahead.
After a long while, he suddenly realized what had happened.
"radiation!"
This is an extremely unfamiliar term to wizards, and many people's faces were filled with confusion.
"You can think of it as the 'dark power' of Muggle technology."
Muggle technology is already an extremely unfamiliar field, and adding dark forces within it will only confuse everyone.
Voldemort waved his wand and cast a bubble spell on everyone.
Highly effective hair-soaking mantra.
This is the wisdom he learned from Gilderoy Lockhart, exploring the role of the Bubble Head Charm in the field of protective clothing.
Of course, a simple bubble-head spell wouldn't be enough to deal with this level of protection, so Voldemort had to step in and help cast the spell.
Let's continue on our way.
As they ventured deeper, the scenes before them became increasingly unfamiliar to the wizards.
A variety of strange and extremely complex devices appeared one after another, some so tall that one had to look up at these unfamiliar Muggle objects, and everyone's expressions began to become very subtle.
One companion voiced what everyone was thinking: "Sometimes I suddenly feel that Muggles are more mysterious than us wizards—"
""
Oh, you're the only one who thinks like that?
How foolish of me to say that!
This statement is considered extremely politically incorrect within the Death Eater community.
Everyone looked at the Dark Lord with some nervousness, worried that he would become angry and punish them.
Voldemort merely nodded in agreement, his voice low and menacing, "Don't look at me like that. Face reality. Even a powerful dark wizard like Gellert Grindelwald shows a degree of fear in the face of Muggle technology. How much more so would you people?"
As a senior figure in the dark wizarding community, Grindelwald's authority is widely recognized, which is certainly good evidence of his authority.
"Instead of letting you arrogantly believe that Muggles are easily defeated, it's better to make you deeply aware of how terrifying Muggles are, and realize the unsustainable development of wizarding society, so that you will understand that Muggles can no longer have the support of Muggle wizards —"
"Otherwise, wizards will have no place to live!"
Voldemort turned to look at everyone. "The reality is that a wizard on Earth is like a rat in the gutter, hiding and lurking, while Muggles are the ones who live openly and honestly in this world!"
Many people's faces showed indignation.
Why?
Why can't wizards be people who live openly and honestly, even though they possess such powerful magic!
Voldemort smiled slightly. It seemed that Grindelwald's methods were still quite effective against these people. With this test, he became even more confident in how to adjust his course.
During the time he was defeated by Gilderoy and imprisoned at Hogwarts by Dumbledore and Grindelwald, he faced such a major setback in his life and kept thinking about how to break through it.
Since "magic is power" is no longer a decisive path for him, and "pure-blood is superior" is no longer sustainable, then he should explore and learn from the successful experiences of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Gilderoy.
He felt he had grasped the future.
The future lies in Dumbledore's justice, Grindelwald's plans for his people, and Gilderoy's magical development.
Everyone will soon see that he will perfectly continue down this path.
Uphold justice!
We must plan deeply for the benefit of our community!
Promote the development of magic!
Give it a push! Contribute to the development of wizarding civilization!
Then, he could look forward to the wizarding world, which was becoming increasingly powerful, no longer being able to tolerate its current extremely narrow living space and attempting to have a wider living space.
He could see the conflicts that would arise between Percy, Cedric, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, and other young wizards as they grew up and the existing beneficiaries of the wizarding community—a struggle for advancement.
He could see that as wizarding society developed, there was a greater demand for a better life and for resources for living and survival.
So what he needs to do is quite clear.
This rapid development of wizarding society will eventually lead to a terrifying conflict between wizards and Muggles over their living space.
And then comes war?
of course not!
He must uphold justice and push the wizards toward the African lands, where compassion is as widespread as in Muggle society, to develop potion-making, to heal the sick and wounded, and to establish a real kingdom for the wizards!
He had to plan for the survival and development of his community, pushing the wizards to head to the Americas in search of a wider space. He also had to uphold the Law of Secrecy to prevent wizards from mixing with Muggles and promote the development of industrial clusters highly relevant to wizarding life there.
Too much!
He has so many ideas!
The thoughts are slowly being sorted out, and a highly persuasive slogan is emerging.
No rush, he's not in a rush at all.
He has hundreds of years of life ahead of him, and he hasn't yet reached the perfect opportunity for his development.
And most of the people around them, these Death Eaters and their new followers, can only become the foundation and cannon fodder of the era.
And he will become an indispensable part of the wizarding world.
Wizards must uphold justice; this is the survival rule for coexisting with Muggles in the current era.
Wizards must be threatening and aggressive; this will be the rule for coexistence with Muggles in the future, and he is the great banner of the wizarding side.
He had discussed these things with Bella, saying that Dumbledore was pulling the teeth of the wizarding beast, thinking that he could then live harmoniously with Muggles, but he was wrong. He would eventually discover that although the beast whose teeth were pulled might live a good life, it was a beast kept in a zoo for people to watch.
I grew up in Muggle society, and I know all too well the ambition and evil of Muggles. When that day comes, Dumbledore will find wizards being thrown into Muggle laboratories in large numbers, being structurally and systematically enslaved and oppressed. He will then know that wizarding society needs me, and wizards need me!
"I am indispensable!"
At that time, I wouldn't need to do anything; countless people would flock to me, lifting me high and placing me on the throne.
With some thoughts in mind, Voldemort turned to look at his men and made some arrangements.
"When I get back, I will become a club. Yes, we should change our thinking and abandon the name of Death Eaters. It is no longer suitable for the times (in fact, its reputation is bad and it needs to be transformed).
"I named it the 'Society of Occultists'."
"I will teach you a new and wonderful development of magical wisdom from Beauxbatons—modern mysticism."
""
This wisdom comes from another legendary wizard, Nicolas Flamel, who lived in human society for hundreds of years. It quietly guides the development of magic for the survival of wizards and Muggles, and is the modern occult.
Voldemort keenly perceived the potential of this magical realm in terms of magical development, political development, and the growth of influence.
Many people are also wondering why the Dark Lord suddenly said these things.
But they soon ran out of time to discuss it.
After they used their magic to forcefully open some Muggle mechanisms, they arrived above a huge pool of water.
The pool contained some strange liquid, with many glowing columns inside.
Even with the protection of the bubbles cast by the Dark Lord, they still felt a faint stinging sensation on their skin upon arriving here, instinctively experiencing a unique kind of discomfort.
"Look!"
Someone exclaimed in surprise, pointing to the depths of the pool, where many black, viscous substances resembling oil were moving rapidly.
"Silent Ones! These are the Silent Ones, right?"
His shouts clearly startled the silent creatures. They swam rapidly in the reaction tank, bumping against the edges of the equipment and causing the water to boil.
"Beep~"
"Beep~"
"Beep~"
The lights on the wall flickered, and the Muggle machines emitted a piercing buzzing sound, as if conveying some kind of warning message.
"Found it!"
Voldemort suddenly spoke, waving his wand, and the two metal cables in the pool suddenly tightened and were quickly lifted upwards.
Such changes caused the silent creatures deep in the pools to become even more turbulent. One of them even leaped out of the water, exploded in mid-air, and then suddenly stopped, emitting a high-speed vibration with a hissing sound.
Many Death Eaters have cried out in pain from the psychological trauma they have suffered.
One of them even retaliated directly, shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"
The Killing Curse, the wizard's ultimate exploration of death, is the pinnacle of killing magic in the thousands of years of wizarding civilization.
none of them.
Green light surged.
In an instant, the Momo Ran, which had been floating in mid-air as if spraying viscous liquid, lost all its activity and fell back into the pool like black rain, then billowing thick smoke with a foul stench rose from it.
"Stop!" Voldemort turned and sneered. "I'll need these Obscurations later!"
The black wizard who had just cast the spell shrank back in fright.
Soon, the thing pulling upwards in the pool surfaced.
Those were two large glass jars, and inside them were none other than Peter Pettigrew and Pierce.
Fortunately, they arrived too quickly; the Muggles didn't have time to do anything to the two.
Voldemort suddenly swung his wand.
bang~
The glass jar exploded, and Peter Pettigrew and Pierce floated out, screaming in mid-air.
"Shut up!" Bella shouted shrilly from the side. "You two shut up! Don't interfere with the Dark Lord's spellcasting!" Yes, Voldemort's actions did not stop.
He floated up, flew into the air, looked down at the two people, and waved his wand again.
Soon, a green light rushed between the two and into the reaction pool.
The magical power, like plasma, exploded in the strange liquid and then continued to penetrate deeper into it.
This green light seemed to carry some terrifyingly alluring power—the lightness of death, the sweet abandonment of all suffering—driving those silent beings imbued with the power of pain madly chasing after these green light plasmas.
Then he was killed by the power of the Killing Curse, and the Killing Curse's power was used to manipulate all the forces of his life.
The powerful magic was activated.
Voldemort raised his wand high and then swung his other hand sharply.
Bang~!
A terrifying shockwave reverberated throughout the entire experimental base.
A strange black shadow slammed violently against the opposite wall, which was illuminated by electric light.
It was a large black dog that exuded an ominous aura.
"Sirius!" Peter Pettigrew cried out in disbelief, "It's you? It's you!"
He clearly realized what was happening and screamed shrilly in terror, "It's all your fault, isn't it? It was you, wasn't it!"
The black dog's shadow simply looked at him indifferently, at these lackeys of the Black Demon King, and at the Black Demon King himself.
Its figure swayed, leaving only its pair of dog eyes looking increasingly crimson and deep.
Peter Pettigrew burst into tears, crying, "Why are you doing this to me? Have you forgotten how we treated each other? You once—"
His words were utterly shameless, always placing himself in the position of the weak, making everyone else appear as the perpetrators and abusers.
These words clearly provoked Sirius's emotions.
The indifference in the black dog's eyes turned into anger.
Emotions can change in an instant, and Voldemort instantly grasped this change. Life's emotions are the most intense color of life, the true reflection of the soul in the real world.
Voldemort grasped that glimpse of truth.
He suddenly waved his wand again, and a surge of magical power, a blend of flight and apparition, coursed through him. In front of the black dog's shadow, a twisted vortex rapidly appeared.
Yes.
Voldemort could not break the curse of misfortune.
But he can solve the problem of Sirius Black, who caused all the trouble.
He has finally seized this opportunity by using these Obscurians with their extreme emotions to create mass killings and by exploiting the extremely strong life bond between Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black.
A lifeline has been created.
At the end of the passage was an ominous mist and eerie red and green glow. In the mist, Sirius, slumped on the sofa, stared intently at them.
"Gotcha!" A cruel smile spread across Voldemort's face.
This is an extremely bizarre spatial tear that exists only between life forms, and it is even difficult to perceive space.
In this dimension, Sirius finds himself only able to exist, without any sense of space. In other words, Sirius finds himself unable to move.
But he wasn't flustered at all.
He was even fearless.
He merely sneered at Voldemort, "Only eternity can forge ominous power. I will forge eternity with my life, bringing utter and eternal misfortune to you, to your cause, and to all who follow you!"
In the magical world, "curses" are always a terrifying magical realm.
Some people cursed by ancient witches have had their curses passed down to their modern descendants, who are still suffering the harm of the curse.
For example, the blood-cursed orc Nagini is a curse that even the mighty Dumbledore couldn't break. If he has descendants, this harm will continue to be passed down from generation to generation.
Voldemort clearly had no way to ignore the eternal curse that Sirius intended to bring with his life.
His expression was extremely solemn.
But he was such an arrogant person, arrogant about his own abilities, arrogant about magic, he knew he could always find a solution.
"Kill him!"
He gave orders directly to his subordinates.
Sirius just chuckled coldly. He was unafraid of death; he even seemed to revel in the prospect of an interesting future: the utter destruction of Voldemort and his henchmen.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The Death Eaters launched their attack swiftly, each strike immediately unleashing a deadly killing curse.
The green light spread through this life channel, as if it were being interfered with by something. It moved very slowly, but it attacked Sirius with great determination.
Death was imminent.
Sirius Black laughed loudly, shouting, "I will make eternity, watching you all die one by one, until my dying breath!"
This was no simple verbal curse. Voldemort could feel that terrifying power surging within him, so terrifying that for a moment he wavered and dared not let the curse actually happen, so terrifying that for a moment he wanted to dispel this life-connecting channel.
But his pride wouldn't allow him to give up, and he ultimately just stubbornly held on.
Just then, a wind chime rang out.
It sounded like a wind chime on a windowsill, a mixture of extremely strong emotions that made everyone who heard it instantly recall the shy joy of a girl next door giving a wind chime to someone.
as well as----
The girl is gone, leaving only the lonely sound of wind chimes swaying on the windowsill.
In the solitude, a figure slowly emerged, blocking Sirius's path, and gently waved his wand.
"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"
Shenfeng is the tearing apart of life, the wound that bleeds endlessly, the collapse of life from unbearable pain.
The absence of a shadow is a deep, heart-wrenching tear in one's soul, not the pain of a visible, flesh-and-blood wound.
This is the magic Snape invented on the day he completely lost Lily.
That desperate, painful, and heart-wrenching state of mind formed the underlying tone of this magical sorrow.
Snape rarely used this spell.
Because it is filled with the most painful emotions of my life, those emotions that felt like countless knives were cutting open my heart.
The pain of having one's heart and lungs ruptured and being riddled with holes, to the point of wanting to die.
The mournful sound of wind chimes echoed.
The grief that is more painful than death itself encompasses all of death.
An invisible tear swallowed up all the Killing Curse attacks, making life truly capable of withstanding the Killing Curse's attacks.
Yes, it is actually the first spell in the wizarding world that can withstand the Killing Curse!
A spell that transcends the pain of death at the cost of a heart consumed by depravity.
"Severus!"
Voldemort coldly stared at the figure blocking Sirius's path.
It was just a figure, a figure stepping in the mist, looking extremely unreal.
"Do you want to die too?" Voldemort stared angrily at the other man.
Snape simply smiled. "I've always lacked a certain kind of courage, the courage to disregard everything else, the courage to risk my life for those I care about—"
Voldemort sneered, his tone full of sarcasm, "Because you're a coward. When you told me the prophecy, I was on high alert, thinking you were going to attack me. But all you did was kneel there and beg, crying your eyes out, you snot-nosed bastard!"
Slug.
This was the comment Snape least wanted to hear, and it was also the comment that most stirred his emotions.
Yet amidst the mournful sound of the wind chimes, Snape simply smiled, facing everything with a smile, as if the lonely hours he spent sitting by the window on the rooftop of Spider's End during each holiday had made everything slowly fade away.
He simply looked at Voldemort and said, "No, I've decided to stand up bravely and face everything head-on, so I say, let's end it!"
"Stop the killing!"
"You are not allowed to commit any more killings!"
"This is not a plea, this is my will!"
Ring ring~~~
Ring ring~~~~
The wind chimes swayed, and phantom images of seashells flickered before him, dispelling all the attack spells from the Death Eaters who were trying to use various methods.
here----
Killing is prohibited!
I said————
No killing allowed!
You must listen to my will!
This is Snape's courageous advance, this is Snape's unwavering will, so intense.
Voldemort stared intently at his opponent, then suddenly grinned and burst into laughter. "For Sirius?"
Snape simply smiled and said, "For every act of killing I wanted to stop!"
"Yeah?"
Voldemort stretched out his left hand and held it in front of his mouth, then suddenly spat out a ball of flame. The flame rapidly grew larger in front of him, transforming into a giant fire serpent that lunged at Snape in the Life Passage.
Ring ring~~~
Ring ring~~~
The mournful sound brought everything to a standstill, as if even time itself had stopped. The giant serpent of fire completely ceased all movement in response to the sound.
Snape simply smiled at Voldemort. "I said, stop all killing!"
Oh shit!
Damn!
Tom's!
Voldemort cursed inwardly, not at Sirius Black, not at Snape, but at Gilderoy.
That damned Gilderoy, yet another master has emerged who has stepped into such a magical realm!