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Chapter 348 Snape: Oh my god!
Chapter 348 Snape: Oh my god!
"Croak~"
In the forbidden forest, a bird was startled by the footsteps walking under the tree and took flight with a flap of its wings.
It seemed to be drawn by some force, flying towards a certain direction in the Forbidden Forest. As it flew, a large flock of birds gathered around it.
The bird, whose real scientific name is *Dendrocera dorsalis*, is a bird that dies back to its nest.
They all emitted low, trembling cries, as if they were messengers of death, announcing the impending death to those around them, and issuing an obituary.
"This feeling is terrible." Grindelwald turned his head to look in a certain direction, where a wary leopard cat met his heterochromatic eyes.
With just one glance, the dangerous magical creature, capable of mind control and powerful hypnosis, was so frightened that it fled in a panic on its six legs.
Dumbledore pursed his lips and remained silent, his expression grave.
Never before had the Forbidden Forest undergone such a change; all the creatures imbued with dark power were converging in a certain direction: the Diviner's Bird, the Banshee, the Wicked Bird, the Thestrals, the Red Hat, the Fairy—
When the two of them crossed a narrow mountain pass and arrived at a valley next to a waterfall, the valley was already crowded with all sorts of magical creatures full of dark power.
The giant eight-eyed spiders, which used to feed on these animals, were terrified and scrambled around frantically. However, they seemed to be tainted by something ominous. Sometimes, while they were scrambling, they would even fall off the tree and into the arms of a giant horned tree python. Before they could even climb out, the python's body, which was covered in scales like a wall, would twist them into its favorite spider scraps as a snack.
"I can try to put him to sleep with some potent potion of life and death, and then use some tidal rain to calm him down, but that will only be temporary —"
As the two approached, they could see Professor Snape and Lockhart discussing something.
"How is he?" Dumbledore asked first, concerned.
Lockhart shrugged. "It's bad. I was trying to inspire him to try to mobilize the ominous power of his bloodline, you know, that's the power the Black family has relied on for survival for thousands of years."
"But his mind was already blinded by hatred, and he couldn't get out of it no matter what."
"He caged himself, closed himself off, and caused his outward display of misfortune to turn into a self-imposed curse."
Snape understood this feeling best.
He used to be like that, trapped in a cage from which he could not extricate himself, his heart so dark that he only wanted to rot in Hogwarts and become a pile of mud here.
But we still have to point out that, "This isn't your fault. The so-called fairy tale adventure theory isn't that useful. Instead, it caused him to fail in his adventure and backfire on him."
Lockhart rolled his eyes. "Hey, buddy, think back, ever since I led the little wizards on fairytale adventures, wasn't it always the easiest one? And I always dragged you along to help look after them, right?"
"Who goes straight for the Dark Lord to fight?"
"Do you really think Voldemort is some silly villain from a fairy tale? He's known as the most powerful dark wizard in history, with a name that's never wrong! If he were that easy to kill, Dumbledore and Grindelwald would have finished him off long ago. They wouldn't be letting him roam around in front of them!"
Yes.
Hopefully, Tom will turn to good and be more tolerant. We look forward to this rare magical master in the wizarding world bringing something beneficial to the world.
The hope is that Tom, like a fish, will stir up the stagnant waters of society and help them achieve change more quickly.
Essentially, this is because they had no way to kill Voldemort, so they had no choice but to make use of what was already in good condition.
There are always things in life that we have to compromise on; sometimes that's just how helpless we are.
"Besides, he can't be considered a failure!"
Lockhart chuckled somewhat wickedly. "I see. Those Death Eaters are all tainted with misfortune. I think Tom, who plans to put them to use, will understand this all too well."
The terrifying Dark Lord might really be turning into a goofy Dark Lord.
"I don't think I'm going in the wrong direction!" he argued with Snape. "Think about it, in the terrible realm of occultism, Professor Trelawney's powerful prophecies not only led to Voldemort's first death, but continue to have an effect, and then there's Sirius's ominous sign—"
"Oh wow~"
He chuckled at the thought, "I'm really looking forward to seeing how unlucky Tom will be."
The three people next to him were starting to lose their composure.
However, upon calming down and reflecting on Lockhart's words, he found them to make a lot of sense.
If Professor Trelawney's powerful prophecy set a deadly pit for Voldemort, then Sirius Black's ominous sign, if it were to come to fruition, would be the giant hand that pushes Voldemort into that pit.
The magical world is never simply 1+1=2; the cumulative power can sometimes even create miracles.
"Tsk~"
Grindelwald glanced meaningfully at Lockhart, who was still beaming with delight, and increasingly felt how troublesome this young man was.
Gilderoy is capable of doing some truly horrible things just for fun.
This is far more terrifying and uncontrollable than the wars he started before, such as "wizard supremacy" or "Voldemort's pure-blood supremacy".
He had previously thought Lockhart's logic was "magic above all else," but it was clearly not that simple.
Dumbledore was quite satisfied with Gilderoy, believing that he was a true wizard, free from Muggle-like political motives and self-interest, and embracing freedom and romance.
But now was clearly not the time to discuss this topic, so they walked together toward a cave to the side.
That was the secret base of the dueling club's young wizards, far from the school's social circle yet still within the school grounds, and deeply loved by the young wizards.
Lockhart brought Sirius here at this moment to avoid any negative impact on the ongoing Triwizard Tournament.
As the group approached, they were astonished to find Sirius Black sitting on a rock at the cave entrance, playing wizard chess with the dark magic creature, Three-Armed Golden Retriever.
"No, no!" Sirius muttered, trying to move a piece on the chessboard, but a furry hand slapped it away.
"Goo-gig!" The little golden retriever stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at him angrily. The sound was so clear that even the people who came closer could understand the meaning behind it—"No taking back your move, you idiot!"
"Sirius~" Grindelwald called out, "You look like—"
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His words abruptly stopped, one of his heterochromatic eyes lit up, and he stared in astonishment into the cave, then turned to look at Sirius Black at the entrance, his expression turning strange. "You're not Sirius Black!"
"Oh, you've arrived!"
Sirius stood up and, in his excitement, accidentally kicked over the chessboard, which angered the little golden retriever who jumped onto his shoulder and swung his three little fists, bang bang bang, pounding them on his head.
scared
Its power was extraordinary; it ultimately smashed Sirius's head with a single punch, turning it completely into a distorted cloud of black mist.
Bogut Grindelwald finally realized what was happening.
He secretly gasped. He had actually made a mistake just now. If Sirius hadn't been in the cave next door, he probably would have really made a mistake!
It should be noted that he had conducted extremely in-depth research on human transfiguration. Back then, he infiltrated the Magical Congress of the United States and disguised himself as the head of the Aurors, and no one could detect him at all.
Even when everyone else is helpless—yes, even when Dumbledore can't refute the alterations of Compound Soup—he can spot them at a glance.
But he really didn't notice it just now.
This is no longer the normal ability of a Boggart, a dark magic creature; it is stepping into a realm completely unknown to itself!
With this understanding —
He looked again at Sirius in the cave. Sirius was only one step away from the ominous realm of magic. He might step into the ranks of magic masters, or he might be trapped there for life. Finally, he was no longer just a simple trouble.
Gilderoy Lockhart is guiding a group of people toward becoming magic masters!
The little golden retriever relentlessly scratched at the black mist that had formed on Sirius's head, until Lockhart called out. Only then did it spit at Sirius, flashing a golden lightning bolt, and appear on Lockhart's shoulder.
Boggart was finally able to reform and revert to Sirius's form.
He gestured in the direction of the cave and said, "The person Sirius fears most right now is himself. He blames himself for many mistakes and deaths, believing himself to be a jinx—"
That's why his Boggart reflects Sirius's state like a mirror.
He's here to help Lockhart assess Sirius's mental state!
"He has himself to blame!" Snape said coldly from the side. "He did kill a lot of people, but not because of his bad luck, but because of his recklessness, impulsiveness, and arrogance!"
We all need to take responsibility for our mistakes, but this should never be used to negate ourselves; that will only lead to more mistakes!
In an instant, I sorted out my thoughts.
But this is actually his realization over the years, a realization that has been incredibly painful.
Snape had some things he found hard to say. After realizing his mistake, he reflected on himself and realized that his biggest regret over the years was being too harsh on Harry Potter, which made the boy, who seemed to have some talent in Potions, hate Potions from the bottom of his heart and wasted his potential in this area.
"You should go in and tell him that," Grindelwald said with a smile. "I think you empathize with him so much that you'll be able to speak to him."
Lockhart shook his head. "I cast a World Island spell on this cave to isolate it from the world, but look—"
He gestured to the magical creatures gathering around him, "His ominous power is still affecting everything around us; it cannot be completely isolated."
"You can imagine how terrifying the ominous magic surging within is."
"If Severus goes in at this time, he himself will also be tainted by misfortune."
Not just Snape, but Lockhart, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald were all the same.
Lockhart had previously told Sirius that there was no such thing as a magic master; they were simply people who had explored magical realms that were difficult for ordinary people to access, resulting in a crushing defeat.
Just as Voldemort was powerless against Professor Trelawney's divination.
Even though Sirius hasn't fully entered this magical realm, and hasn't yet used this magical realm as a foundation to explore and encompass all the common magical realms to form the powerful combat strength of a true so-called "magic master".
However, this ominous aura is still not something that can be easily overcome by just a few people.
Now, everything has become unsolvable.
"I'll go in!"
Lupin, who had quietly arrived here without anyone knowing when, spoke up. He wasn't summoned by Lockhart; he had come because he sensed an ominous power, just like the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.
As someone with the original wolf bloodline, he could easily sense this unique power.
He listened to everyone's discussion and quickly made a decision. He always naturally burned himself out and sacrificed himself to help others succeed.
However, Lockhart shook his head at him. "No, I can see your spiritual state. If you go in now, you will definitely be influenced by misfortune and head towards death, without a doubt!"
Most of the people present couldn't bear to watch him do something that was bound to kill him.
"Can----"
Lupin's eyes had somehow transformed into a pair of incredibly beautiful wolf eyes, staring intently into the cave. "I can feel it, he's devouring himself, he's completely succumbing—"
"I can feel the abyss of a soul's fall."
"I can't just stand by and watch—"
But at that moment, a long sigh came.
Snape slowly raised his head and looked at Grindelwald. "Yes, you're right. Thanks to Lockhart, I've pulled myself out of the mire of life. I can empathize with Sirius the most, so I should go."
He glanced at Lockhart and Lupin, who seemed hesitant to speak, and smiled slightly. "People always have to make amends for the mistakes they've made, not only to redeem others but also to redeem their own souls, right?"
He pulled open his collar and carefully took out a bracelet from inside.
The woman's bracelet looks like some kind of alchemical item.
He handed it to Lockhart.
"The spell is 'A Distant Blessing,' and it contains all my research data and potion results."
This is----
Are you making arrangements for your funeral?
Lockhart looked at the bracelet in his hand and could imagine that its design might be related to Lily, yet he was now giving him such a precious item to keep.
Snape, noticing his barely concealed expression—even without Legilimency, he could easily discern something—said with obvious displeasure, "It's not what you think. This is my mother's bracelet!"
He pursed his lips. "Back then, in order to pursue the Dark Lord, and fearing that my parents would be harmed by the Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix, I decided to sever ties with them to ensure their safety. Before we parted, my mother gave me her bracelet—"
Lily wasn't his whole world.
During holidays, he would always return to his parents' home in Spider's End Alley. Home always held a unique place in his life.
Of course, like Lily, both of them will always be a source of regret for him.
Unattainable, unattainable, restraint and indulgence—it's all so complex.
He patted Lockhart on the shoulder. "Keep a close eye on it for me!"
With that, he turned around resolutely, his wizard robes swaying, and walked into the cave like a giant bat.
The fairy who had died unjustly and was guarding the inside of the cave to prevent anyone from accidentally entering exchanged a glance with Lockhart. Having received confirmation, she allowed Snape to enter.
She gazed intently at Snape's retreating figure, truly experiencing the complexity of humanity.
The road to becoming human seems perpetually long.
She walked out slowly, approached Lockhart, and waited quietly behind him.
"Miss Cintina, you look almost like a human now!" Grindelwald looked at the wronged fairy and was quite surprised.
Gilderoy is too strange.
The dark magic creatures around him seemed to be changing into human form.
Oh, not counting the little golden retriever. The little golden retriever seems to be transforming into an intelligent magical creature, without showing any signs of becoming a humanoid magical creature.
The fairy who had been wrongfully killed simply smiled shyly, "You may call me Ms. Lockhart."
Her registered name with the Ministry of Magic is Cintina Lockhart, and the emphasis on the Lockhart surname at this moment clearly indicates her own intentions.
Grindelwald nodded, showing full respect. "Yes, Ms. Lockhart."
He sometimes had to agree with some of Albus's views, believing that Gilderoy was the future.
Privately, Albus analyzed Lockhart's magical characteristics and believed that his underlying nature had never changed. From the earliest books of magic written by stealing wisdom to the present, he has always followed the path of "dark magic biological defense".
The dark magic creatures and magical creatures that consider her family, Hakimi's upbringing, her methods of teaching students, her ways of guiding friends, and her current exploration of the realm of relationship magic —
Essentially, they all follow the path of dark magic biological defense techniques.
Unlike Voldemort, Dumbledore did not hold the prejudice that Lockhart observed and nurtured everyone as dark magical creatures.
This is merely a viewpoint based on the concept of magic.
It's as if he has incorporated all the magic in the world into his own Transfiguration magic.
For example, Lockhart once praised the "Vulcan's Way" magic to him.
That's not essentially about ultimate control over fire, but rather a combination of fire spells and transfiguration. By treating fire as one of the objects of transfiguration, you'll find that the "fire god's path" spell is really just a minor magical trick.
Well, Dumbledore always referred to some spellcasting techniques that Lockhart thought were awesome as magical tricks.
It's only because he has a kind and gentle heart and isn't belligerent that this magical trick of his is combined with the Fiendfyre spell, which can mimic magical creatures, instead of the Fire Spell. The effect of that spell would be ridiculously exaggerated.
The conversation inside the cave went on for a long time.
However, the people outside the cave did not seem too anxious, and even Dumbledore, who was extremely concerned, remained calm and waited.
because----
They have a mirror!
Lockhart's Boggart is different from all other Boggarts; he can not only see Sirius's current mental state, but he can even describe it verbally.
That's awesome.
It's like a mirror reflecting the true self, knowing everything and concealing nothing.
People like Grindelwald are most afraid of this thing.
But he found that there seemed to be few ways to deal with Lockhart's Boggarts, which were becoming more and more human-like, yet still belonged to the category of dark magic creatures.
In other words, it is a phenomenon.
Almost all magic is ineffective against it.
The comical comical spell, a method developed by wizards throughout history to counter such dark magic creatures, is clearly ineffective against this Boggart.
This is the most dangerous part of Lockhart's dark magic creature breeding.
He rendered all the methods that wizards had explored throughout their long history of dealing with dark magical creatures useless.
When the golden retriever puppy no longer covets the glowing stones or the eyes, and is even willing to go against its nature to share these with others—
When Boggart is no longer bothered by the comical curse ——————
What do wizards use to deal with these dark magic creatures?
They would probably be filled with despair over these dark magic creatures, just like the wizards before they discovered these methods.
"He began to feel sadness—"
Boggart, now Sirius, sat on a rock, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his disheveled hair obscuring his face, leaving only glimpses of tears reflected in the sunlight filtering through the trees.
"A sense of responsibility began to rise within him, which gave him immense courage—"
"He didn't live for himself, that's what he thought at first. Harry had finally escaped his hellish family of origin, and he was Harry's support. The servant Kreacher and his wife also depended on him, and they all longed to rebuild the glory of the Black family. Everyone needed him—"
He wronged many people, and he wanted to make amends. He wanted to make amends to Lupin—he even harbored a deep, unspoken desire—he wanted to make amends to Severus Snape, and to his relationships with his sisters Narcissa, Bella, and...
Through his relationship with Andromeda, he wanted to try to awaken Bella, who was obsessed with the Dark Lord, by appealing to the glory of the Black family.
"No, damn Snape, he gave himself these hopes, these responsibilities, and then cruelly told him he couldn't do them!"
"That piece of stinking shit says that if he's only doing things for others, he'll never have a self, and he'll eventually find that he can never truly help others!"
Lu Ping, who was listening to these words, was stunned and fell into thought, clearly moved as well.
"Don't live for others, live for yourself, and then firmly want to help these people and make everything better."
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"Hatred should not drive one's heart, but should be transformed into the power of the heart —"
As they listened to Boggart's account and analysis of Sirius's emotional fluctuations, they all fell silent.
Until I don't know how much time had passed.
boom!
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed throughout the Forbidden Forest.
All the magical creatures drawn by the ominous force began to flee in panic towards the outside of the valley, as if a terrifying natural enemy had appeared and was provoking them.
"Ah, I get it!"
Boggart suddenly screamed, "Black's ominous sign, the eternal pursuit! So this is what that saying in the family means!"
"If I walk towards eternity, becoming a benchmark and a standard, then Voldemort, whom I oppose, will forever be shrouded in misfortune!"
"Eternity, so this is the root of all misfortune!"
"Ha, Severus, do you think if I tried to use Horcrux magic, I could just watch Voldemort die a miserable and ominous death?"
"Severus, you said—Severus? Severus!"
Boom!
A violent tremor suddenly erupted from the cave entrance once again.
Lockhart's expression changed as he sensed a terrifying, ominous aura spreading towards him along the "World Island" magic he had cast. He quickly cast a spell to dispel the barrier, finally cutting off the ominous invasion.
Sirius Black quickly ran out from inside.
He held Snape horizontally in his arms.
At this moment, Snape's face was deathly pale, and a terrifying, ominous aura emanated from him, as if he might die at any moment.
"Save him!"
"Help this damn guy!"
Sirius was almost in tears. "He used a reverse Legilimency on me, making me enter his life and experience his struggles and redemption. He—he was completely corrupted by my ominous influence—"
"What should we do? Help him!"
"How could this damned guy have saved me? I wish I hadn't, Severus! You damned bastard, wake up!"
Snape did not wake up.
His face grew increasingly pale, a deathly pallor resembling that of a ghost, as if he might die at any moment.
The group quickly stepped forward to try and come up with a solution.
Unfortunately, this was not their domain at all. Only Lockhart could observe their respective states from a spiritual perspective, but this did not offer much help.
Soon everyone fell silent.
Sirius Black knelt helplessly on the ground, staring blankly at Snape, who seemed almost dead, his eyes empty.
"Congratulations, Sirius, you have entered an unprecedented realm of magic."
Lockhart's voice seemed to come from a great distance, "I have to say this, now only you can save him."
"I—" Sirius's voice was hoarse as he suddenly raised his head and looked at Lockhart with hope.
"Yes," Lockhart said with certainty, "this is your magical adventure, it has begun!"
"I----"
Sirius looked down at Snape, wailing in anguish, "Why—why did you help me—risk your life for me—"
Snape couldn't answer; a faint, pale smile played on his lips, as if to say, "Sirius, I don't owe you anything anymore. Now, you, you piece of shit, owe me everything."
"Wake up!" Sirius cried out in agony, pounding the ground.
Dumbledore's expression was a mixture of relief and melancholy, while Grindelwald watched Sirius Black's surging magical aura with great vigilance, and Lupin's thoughts were filled with complex emotions.
Lockhart, however, watched Sirius and Snape with a smile.
He never imagined that such a unique magical adventure would unfold as a relay race of life experiences between the two of them.
So wonderful, so interesting.
This is like a fairy tale!
Nice~
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