allendalepharm Chapter 347 One Step Away
Chapter 347 One Step Away
Chapter 347 Just One Step Away
Voldemort made one accurate judgment.
That is Lockhart's idea that life is a fairytale adventure, and the main people involved are fixed.
Furthermore, Lockhart, a life thief skilled in Dark Magic creature defense and Dark Magic creature breeding, has always been on the spiritual level alongside the main characters.
Sometimes I have this doubt—
Voldemort murmured, waving his wand rapidly forward. The followers who rushed forward, intending to deal with the Dementors in various ways, suddenly felt a spatial distortion.
The distance between them and the Dementors was being rapidly increased.
It was as if the entire space was twisted, pulling them to opposite ends of the dough.
A simple, seamless stretching spell.
Voldemort walked slowly forward, and although he didn't walk very fast, his figure seemed to be distorted as he appeared in front of everyone.
He swung the wand forcefully.
Like shooing away flies.
Boom~
It was as if a violent gust of wind had swept in, blowing away all the Dementors blocking the prison corridor.
Another simple spell—a knockback charm.
A repelling spell imbued with dark power.
He stood there, his gaze coldly fixed on the dark wall at the corner of the corridor, as if he could see Sirius Black casting a spell through several walls.
"One might wonder if Gilderoy, in some unique way, from a spiritual perspective, participates in the adventures of everyone with whom he has a deep connection!"
Now that this is clear, the things we are about to face become much clearer.
Instead of predicting based on Sirius's past practice of charging ahead in battle, we should anticipate how Lockhart might intervene, which would be the angle from which Sirius's spiritual power would be utilized.
Voldemort was aware of Sirius's spiritual power, because it was a very typical dark power—ominous.
Therefore, Sirius's purpose in causing trouble this time was to create an ominous possibility for their actions.
Magic in the realm of the occult always feels ominous, as if prophecy were quietly driving fate, and misfortune is always associated with luck.
"Act quickly!"
Voldemort turned to them. "According to the plan, move quickly!"
As he spoke, he cast a Brightening Spell down the corridor, making everything around him bright and clear.
Light can dispel misfortune.
It's like walking in a dark forest, where the eerie wind under the moonlight and the howling of ghosts under the cold moonlight always make people feel fearful and gloomy.
If you are too afraid at this time, it will definitely make it more likely that bad things will happen.
Because that might have subconsciously created a prayer that "I'm really going to face something terrible."
But even just a single torch or a small campfire can make everything much more comfortable.
Brightness Spell is a simple spell to combat dark forces.
Avenue to Jane.
The only problem is that Azkaban, this castle, was completely corrupted by dark forces hundreds of years ago.
From the earliest days when Muggle sailors were tortured here to develop Dementors, to the period when Dementors multiplied and became active here, to the time when the Ministry of Magic turned this place into a prison and caused many criminals to die here—
This place has become the very embodiment of dark power!
The light cannot last long here.
Even with Voldemort's immense magical power supporting it.
"Hurry!" Bella didn't know why Voldemort had become so anxious, but she still yelled at her so-called followers to open the prison as soon as possible and then have the candidates drink Polyjuice Potion to impersonate them.
Moreover, this should be done discreetly.
Lord Dark Lord had finally found a place to live again during Dumbledore's era, and he would not allow it to be ruined again.
This has already caused too much of a stir; we absolutely cannot allow it to escalate to an unacceptable level.
"Voldemort! My king! You have finally returned!"
The first to be released was Labaster Lestrange, the brother of Bella's nominal husband, who was a fanatical follower of Voldemort.
It wasn't because of the Dark Lord's bloodline theory that he was fanatical, but rather because of his own insane fascination with dark magic and the totem-like fanaticism that Voldemort was the most powerful dark wizard in history.
This guy was imprisoned in Azkaban for conspiring with his brother, sister-in-law, and Barty Jr. The four of them used the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms, driving the two Order of the Phoenix warriors insane.
Now imprisoned in Azkaban, he is being corrupted and tormented by the dark forces he worships, and he is on the verge of going insane.
Having been imprisoned in Azkaban together for over a decade, Bella knew all too well how crazy this guy could be.
Sure enough, upon escaping from the prison and seeing Voldemort, they excitedly knelt on the ground, shouting wildly, "Are you here to lead us out? I'm going to kill every single Auror here! Let them know—"
Then a magic wand reached out and tapped the back of his head, and he rolled his eyes and passed out.
Bella put away her wand and snorted, "I knew you'd make a scene!"
She gestured for her new followers to hurry over and collect Rabastan's hair to make compound potions, her radiant light sweeping over the people who had just emerged from the prison, terrified by her spell.
"Listen, you idiots!"
"For the sake of the great Lord Voldemort's plan, you must remain silent and leave quietly, understand?"
She gestured with her wand at the unconscious Labastan, "Don't be like him, trying to fight your way out of here!"
"What should we do?" A hoarse, deep voice came from August Lukewood, one of the Death Eaters, who had once served as a Silent Man in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic.
"Someone is causing trouble!"
Bella took a bunch of wands from a bag enchanted with the Unseen Stretching Charm and told the people to grab one and use it as soon as possible. "Lord Voldemort's will is that we should not alert any more people!"
August stepped forward silently, pulled one out, nodded, and bowed silently to Voldemort before limping down the corridor.
The Dark Lord was never a babysitter.
Now that they have come to rescue them in person, they must demonstrate their value and become useful people. This situation is undoubtedly a ready-made test.
Azkaban was unusually noisy at this moment.
Unexplained violent tremors, the riot of the Dementors guards, and the powerful force of dark magic washed away these Dementors from Azkaban Castle.
All the prisoners were alarmed and began banging on the iron bars, shouting and yelling.
However, the louder the noise, the more one can feel the cold, deathly silence of Azkaban—a kind of deathly silence that seeps into the bones, where the noise becomes part of the silence itself.
August could faintly hear the sound of water droplets dripping from the cracks in the walls and the whistling of the sea breeze seeping through the gaps in the bricks.
And the thumping sound of thick, fleshy palms stepping on the ground.
The sound echoed in the empty, deathly silent corridor.
In the shadows, it seemed as if a black shadow was staring at him, exuding an ominous aura.
That ominous feeling seemed to crawl out of my heart, fuzzy, cold, and silky, and then spread to the deathly stillness in my bones.
Bang~!
A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed him forcefully.
He was pulled so hard he stumbled.
He quickly waved his wand and cast a knockback spell. When he turned around, he saw a dirty prisoner reaching out from behind the iron bars to grab him. The prisoner was knocked away by the knockback spell and crashed into the corner of the wall, his head bleeding profusely. The prisoner just kept grinning at him.
"Damn it!"
August muttered something under his breath and continued walking with a limp.
The light from the cell he had just been in no longer affected him here; the cold and darkness washed over him like a tide, as if to engulf him.
Only the pattering sound of those thick soles on the ground kept drilling into his ears.
His long imprisonment in Azkaban, the lack of food, the torture by Dementors, and the corruption of dark forces had left him in extremely poor condition, and his head was feeling dizzy and disoriented.
"Fluorescent lights!"
He had to cast an illumination charm to make the tip of his wand glow, but here, the light seemed to only illuminate the glow itself, leaving only a hazy spot on his retina, unable to illuminate anywhere else.
Bang~!
He crashed heavily into an iron bar, accidentally walking to the cell opposite the end of the corridor.
Before he could even scream in pain, a hand grabbed his hair, and several other hands reached out from behind the iron bars, grabbing at his body haphazardly.
wrong!
He finally realized what was happening!
Those people in prison can still see something clearly, unlike me who seems to be completely plunged into darkness, like a blind person.
He was influenced by some dark force!
However, it was too late for him to react.
His wand was forcefully snatched from his hand, accompanied by a strange laugh, and a green light suddenly appeared in the darkness.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The ominous feeling of impending death was so intense that the man grabbing his hair was pulling his head against the iron bars as if to drag him into a prison cell, leaving him no way to dodge in time.
His face hardened, and he reached out and grabbed the person who was pulling his hair, dragging him onto the iron railing as well. Then he crouched down behind the person.
The air was thick with the scent of death.
The hand that was grabbing his hair instantly lost its strength.
But that wasn't the end of it. The prisoner who had snatched his wand from the cell was laughing maniacally, like a madman, and was wildly casting Killing Curses outside.
"Die~~ Hahaha~~ Die, all of you~~~" The green light of the Avada Kedavra curse, imbued with extreme malice, was so conspicuous in the darkness, threatening to take his life at any moment.
Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.
"Let me see what this ominous sign will ultimately bring—"
Sirius Black wandered through Azkaban's prison, and he himself looked even colder and darker than the prison itself. The Dementors that flew back in through the prison windows fled as if they had seen something terrifying when they encountered him.
Darkness enveloped everything, as if the shadow of a black dog was even colder than the darkness itself.
Snap—
Snap—
Snap—
He remained in human form, but in the darkness around him, the sound of a large black dog walking by was so jarring and chilling.
This is an extremely bizarre and mysterious magic.
An extremely bizarre method of casting spells.
It has no clear means of attack, unlike dueling magic which has a back-and-forth exchange and a clear magical trajectory.
In the actual practice of the method, it feels more like a clear and emphasized point.
It's as if everything has an invisible wheel of fate, a wheel with good luck and bad luck, thrills and dangers, all sorts of good, bad, and neutral options. His magic emphasizes all the bad options on the wheel of fate.
It made the bad things shine in the wheel of fate.
Especially in Azkaban, he could sense the ominousness of everything.
Dementors, soul-distorted wizards, prison walls seemingly dripping with the power of darkness —
And the most ominous one.
He suddenly looked in one direction.
"Huh? You can see me?" Lockhart looked at him in surprise.
This is the second time that it has been perceived from a spiritual perspective; the first time was by Grindelwald.
Sirius looked at him with some surprise. "When did you get here?"
Lockhart shook his head. "No, I've always been here. Remember, I also have a spiritual connection with you."
I am not here, but I am everywhere.
Or rather, participating in Dumbledore and Grindelwald's schemes to jointly drive the Triwizard Tournament—an event deeply involved in the Harry Potter fairytale adventure.
And he began to explore the realm of relationship magic —
He can be said to be present beside the spirituality of every individual with whom he has a strong connection.
This magical dimension is equally subtle.
Sirius seemed to understand, but not quite. He glanced back at the Death Eaters in the distance, who were all in dire straits, and licked his lips. "The ominous magic field you guided me to try seems to be very effective, but I don't know what to do next."
He successfully clarified the ominous state of everyone involved in the rescue operation.
This works; everyone is experiencing a lot of bad things and enduring bad conditions.
But it's not that effective.
Because it didn't kill anyone.
He could feel forces pulling at his ominous power, and he vaguely sensed what those forces were.
"Their fate, their fate instinctively resisted!"
Sirius was getting anxious. "What should I do?"
Lockhart just smiled and shook his head. "Hey, buddy, this is your adventure, not mine. You should experience it for yourself."
If the warriors in adventure stories involve wise men in a great deal, then the meaning of adventure is lost.
Of course, most importantly, Lockhart doesn't know everything.
He could only clearly sense that Sirius's ominous spirit had become so active and its state so peculiar.
Almost there!
It was so close!
Sirius Black then fully entered this unique and magical realm.
In Lockhart's view, this was the greatest significance of the adventure: becoming a master of magic was far more meaningful than killing a few Death Eaters!
"Give me a hint! I know you must have some ideas!" Sirius Black wasn't like those little wizards who would give up if they didn't tell him. He was so eager, he wanted to grasp at every straw that might help.
"Okay~"
Lockhart gazed intently at his spiritual state, carefully discerning certain characteristics, and said, "Perhaps you are too obsessed with killing, which is why you have strayed from the ominous purity."
"Killing?" Sirius murmured the word, lost in thought.
"Yes, hatred has overshadowed your spiritual brilliance." Lockhart could only analyze it from this angle. "We all know that such an intense bloodlust is actually more suited to the Killing Curse than to something ominous."
"Take my advice."
Lockhart carefully chose his words, "Of course, I'm not asking you to give up hatred. I know what you've been through. But hatred can sometimes have disastrous consequences. If you fall into the abyss of killing and are shrouded in the ominous power of your bloodline, then you may gain the power to kill, or you may face the ominousness of killing."
"That's how dark power works. When your heart isn't in harmony or pure, it will backfire on you. Voldemort suffered from this a lot."
Sirius remained silent for a long while, his face contorted with struggle, his eyes flashing with anger and pain, before finally letting out a long sigh.
He could almost hear his good friend James's advice echoing in his ears: "Hey, Sirius, sometimes you should listen to advice and not always do things your own way."
"good!"
He listened to the advice.
"Give up the driving force of hatred in magic, give up the desire to kill, and just focus on the ominous itself?" Sirius asked.
Lohat nodded. "This is just my opinion. It may not be correct, but from a spiritual point of view, it is correct."
Sirius thought this might be true.
Ominousness is never about extreme hatred and killing; that would render it powerless to change the course of fate.
Even though you know it's right, you tell him to give up his hatred.
He tried it—
He tried very hard —
But no matter how hard he tried, he could almost see the desperate expressions on James and Lily's faces as they lay dying, and he could almost hear the Longbottoms' agonizing screams as they suffered under the Cruciatus Curse.
Those familiar faces from the past, one by one, vanished so palely before my eyes, leaving abruptly without a word of farewell.
They left without a sound.
They moved so fast that people couldn't react in time.
It leaves the living feeling empty inside, as if a piece is missing.
"I----"
"I can't do it~~"
Sirius cried out and fell to his knees, suddenly breaking down in tears, his defenses crumbling in an instant.
Lockhart could see that the ominous aura surrounding him had greatly intensified.
It swept across every corner of Azkaban and began to erode him as well.
"Aha~"
"I've found you!"
Bella suddenly appeared around the corner of the corridor, wand in hand, glaring angrily at him. "It's all your fault! The Dark Lord has already been so restrained; he's never felt so wronged before, and you still had to come and cause trouble!"
"Die! I want you to die!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
A surge of green light!
The cold wind howled through Azkaban, pulling a Dementor that had just crawled back in directly to its side, blocking the light of the Killing Curse.
The Killing Curse has no effect on Dementors.
Dementors are not magical creatures, but dark magic creatures; they are essentially a phenomenon.
By the time Bella managed to cast a spell to drive away the Dementors, Sirius was no longer in that corner.
"Where are you? Where have you been hiding! Damn it!" Bella screamed frantically.
"Come back, don't chase after me." Voldemort appeared out of nowhere and called out to her, "The ominous aura around you is affecting your mind. If you don't want to completely turn into a madwoman, you'd better regain your sanity!"
Crazy woman?
Does the Dark Lord dislike crazy women?
Bella jolted awake, her frantic eyes quickly clearing. "Tom, I—I—"
"It's alright." Voldemort simply smiled as he looked at the endless darkness of Azkaban, muttering, "He's everywhere. He's protecting Sirius. You can't handle him."
"Him? Who?" Bella's gaze sharpened again.
"You'd better not know." Voldemort didn't say anything; sometimes you have to play dumb. He simply called to Bella, "Let's go. Forget about Sirius. We've alerted too many people here. We have to leave immediately!"
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