allendalepharm Chapter 327 The revenge for one's parents must be taken!
Chapter 327 The revenge for one's parents must be taken!
Chapter 327 The revenge for one's parents must be taken!
As it turns out, even in his most frenzied periods, Voldemort was still surrounded by love.
Although these all look somewhat distorted.
Bella's obsessive and mad love, Barty's admiring and loyal affection for his father, and Snape's complex feelings of mentorship, friendship, and sincere devotion—
It had always been there, but Voldemort couldn't sense it, or rather, he knew it, but his twisted soul and corrupted will made him indifferent to it.
And now, he feels it so clearly, and cares about it so deeply from the bottom of his heart.
All of the above —
They are all within Lockhart's Legilimency perception!
With the help of the unique state of blood magic, he was able to bypass Voldemort's overwhelming and terrifying will and sense the spiritual information emanating from the network of relationships.
He observed Voldemort as if he were observing a creature of dark magic.
In fact, Lockhart was more concerned about Voldemort's previous state, where his magical bloodline was manifested to the extreme, to the point that his head began to resemble a snake-faced magical animal.
It was a complete departure from everything—social, biological, and so on—yet it truly touched upon the very essence of magic.
Of course, this is a mistake. Wizards are not magical animals. A wizard's most precious power comes from his own heart, will, desire, romance, longing, and everything else.
The Voldemort of the past was like an isolated island. He seemed to be deeply involved in social activities and building the most intense relationships in society, yet he seemed to be detached from the world and had the most distant alienation from the whole world.
That is a kind of spiritual indifference, even death.
This is the unique magical realm described in Voldemort's book, *The Island of the World*, which he gave to Lockhart.
The island is located in the center of the world, and its relationship with the world is so close.
The island seems to exist outside the world, yet its relationship with the world is so distant.
Lockhart once had this feeling.
That was an unforgettable time in my past life. After get off work, I would carry my laptop bag alone and squeeze into the elevator with the other office workers coming out of the building. We would wait for the traffic lights together, cross the road together, walk through the subway station tunnel together, and then squeeze into the subway together.
Bustling cities are never short of people.
Everywhere is packed with people during off-get off work and off-school hours.
However, amidst the crowd, everyone seemed to be silent, their faces weary and their limbs lifeless, making them appear so distant and indifferent.
Lockhart was one of them.
Quietly leaving get off work, quietly squeezing into the crowd, quietly going to the bustling night market for a late-night snack, and quietly returning home.
And so it went, day after day.
Everyone is an island.
Everyone has their own unique characteristics, distinct differences, desires, and thoughts, yet everyone seems to have a blurred face, making people subconsciously ignore them.
When you are ignored by others, you also ignore everyone you see, to the point that it seems as if you are the only person left in the noisy world.
Then, it felt as if I had become the center of the world.
It felt as if I had become the only person in the world.
"Hey Loha, long time no see! Did you watch the World Cup yesterday? Let me tell you—"
He desperately wanted someone to suddenly call out to him, and then they could excitedly chat about anything, no matter what it was, even if it was the World Cup, which he didn't like.
Voldemort was the first to notice that something was wrong with Lockhart.
But Bella, Tonks, and Ms. Mary soon sensed it.
Because Lockhart was frantically sending clear and distinct signals at each of them, the eerie feeling was as if someone had tilted their necks back and forced their eyelids open, forcing them to stare at the giant Lockhart head blooming high in the sky.
And it was as if a voice was screaming hysterically, "Hey, I'm here! Look at me! Look at me!"
However, they could not resist this direct gaze, but found that they could not see each other no matter what they did. It was not a kind of invisibility, but a very unique kind of ignoring.
The more they tried to observe Lockhart, the less they could see him clearly.
Lockhart seemed to be isolated from the world, even though he knew they were close at hand, as if there was an invisible and colorless veil between them that transcended even death.
He was like an isolated island; he couldn't get over there, and neither could anyone else.
Voldemort's experience was even more terrifying.
His specialty was undoubtedly the Killing Curse, which required a specific target to be cast on, but he clearly sensed that Lockhart in front of him was not a choice!
He even doubted that if he intended to attack Lockhart at this moment, he wouldn't even be able to hit him!
It's like looking at your reflection in a mirror; at most, you can only break the mirror, but you can never hope to hit the person in it.
Voldemort regretted it!
He shouldn't have given the spell "World Island" to Lockhart. He had been amazed by its wonder, but he had also felt its terrible corrupting influence on the mind.
It is a terrifying kind of depravity that can drag a person into an endless, distant abyss.
He once thought this magic would send him to hell.
The erosion of his mind and soul was so unbearable that he quickly abandoned the magic.
Then, when he realized the magic's appeal to Lockhart, he maliciously intended to recommend it to Lockhart.
Well, in Lockhart's words, this is the pollution of knowledge!
However, it now appears that this is not the case.
Voldemort could clearly sense Lockhart's frantic self-emphasis in relationship magic, a level higher than blood magic.
It felt a bit like Lockhart had fallen into a deep, dark pit with no end in sight; once you were in, there was no way you could get out.
However, countless people reached out and grabbed Lockhart beside the pit, preventing him from falling in.
Among these countless people, there was myself, though I was passive.
Oops!
Lockhart has learned a good lesson!
Voldemort intended to use this opportunity to eliminate one of the most dangerous magic masters to him, but he never expected that he would probably push him to the throne of the most difficult to kill.
Tom's!
This feels awful!
"This feels wonderful!"
Lockhart groaned in amazement as the scene gradually became real again in the perception of the people around him, so real that it was tangible.
The rather unconventional Ms. Tonks couldn't resist moving closer and quietly touching his arm, as if touching something real.
Lockhart didn't mind, and simply smiled at Voldemort, "The key to this magic lies in life, and I've discovered that, in fact, the most important key to relationship magic is life!"
vitality----
Lockhart explores the unique concepts that run through fairy tale adventures, wizarding life, magical life, and relationship magic.
Voldemort understood this principle, but he could never achieve the point the other person was talking about.
This is a profound level formed by the convergence of all one's experiences, wisdom, and so on; it is difficult for magic masters to reach each other at this level.
Simply put, Lockhart's stories to him were of no use whatsoever, except to demonstrate his generosity of knowledge and his pretentiousness.
Voldemort asked, his expression unreadable, "You can use this magic to go wherever you want, and no one can catch you, right?"
Lockhart shook his head and shrugged helplessly. "That's true in principle, but frantically emphasizing relationships to everyone will only make you the center of attention. And in actual magical manipulation, I find that my alienation from the world makes it difficult for me to move forward."
"That kind of alienation—"
"Oh, this is completely contrary to the magical concept behind your invented flight spell."
"Got it," Voldemort understood immediately.
In actual spellcasting, although one cannot be selected, one also becomes very difficult to move, or extremely slow and conspicuous.
"Ha, so what's the purpose of this spell? Besides supplementing your magical philosophy?"
Voldemort knew Lockhart was willing to share his feelings, so he planned to take the opportunity to learn more about Lockhart's strength and way of thinking.
"effect----"
Lockhart tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised an eyebrow, "It can exist as castle magic!"
"Castle magic?" Voldemort frowned; this was clearly not his area of expertise.
"Yes, it can be used as a prison to hold enemies—"
Voldemort gasped, imagining himself trapped by such magic, unable to do anything but stand there helplessly, attracting everyone's attention.
this----
This is absolutely unacceptable!
"Of course, it can also be used as a protective spell for your own castle. Ha, yes, it's perfect as a protective spell!"
Lockhart suddenly became excited. "I plan to buy a building as my own new-age castle. With this magic, all my worries will disappear, Nice!"
Voldemort didn't think it was nice at all.
He felt terrible. This wasn't a castle at all; it was clearly the headquarters of a powerful organization!
Is Lockhart now planning to build his own faction?
Lockhart actually already had a group of loyal supporters.
There are all sorts of people in the Hibiscus Ravenclaw Alumni Association, the Duel Club, the Lockhart Reading Club, the Ministry of Magic, and in society at large.
Back at the mushroom house on the edge of the forbidden forest that evening, a group of somewhat bewildered people were already waiting there.
Among them are professors: Snape and Sirius.
There were also students: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, George and Fred, and Crabbe.
There are nine people in total.
The two professors sat silently on chairs by the campfire, not exchanging a word.
Six Gryffindor students huddled together in a corner, whispering amongst themselves.
Crabbe, however, was quietly huddled next to a rock, clutching a large book. Upon seeing Lockhart arrive, he quickly put away his book and strode toward Lockhart.
"professor."
Crabbe gestured quietly to the people at the door, "They've all come because of the Dark Lord."
Lohat nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and asked with a smile, "I heard Professor Snape was very strict with you. Memorizing the contents of these books must have been painful, right?"
Crabbe shook his head firmly. "No, Professor, I feel very happy. I've written them all down."
The "branding" potion is not a perfect memory potion. While the effect of this potion, which imprints knowledge into memory like a brand, allows people to memorize knowledge clearly and accurately at once, it also makes it a fixed memory.
In other words, if someone improves the potion recipe, Crabbe will have to face the problem of his own outdated knowledge.
Of course, Snape had considered this, and what he had Crabbe memorize were the most basic and difficult-to-disprove fundamental theories and knowledge of potions.
Just as the two were talking, a group of young wizards gathered around, and then Snape and Sirius both looked over.
Their goals were actually the same: the appearance of Voldemort, and the fact that Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Lockhart allowed each other to exist, left them feeling lost.
This feeling —
Many people had this question when Dumbledore saved Severus Snape, a core Death Eater.
For the greatest good, such a thing requires a very lofty ideal to support it, which is difficult for ordinary people to accept.
What's even more unacceptable is that they didn't have the strength to avoid becoming victims of the greatest interests.
"Professor!" Harry's expression was one of utter pain and confusion. "You really just accept that monster showing up here so brazenly?"
How could this be!
So many people died in the Phoenix Society back then!
Harry saw a group photo of early Order of the Phoenix members at his godfather Sirius's house; more than half of them had perished, including his parents.
Lockhart drew his wand and waved it toward the fire pit, igniting the soul fire. He then used Transfiguration to expand the stone seats beside the fire, making them large enough to accommodate everyone.
Everything around seemed to be rapidly distancing itself, and this small area instantly became an isolated island in the world.
Sirius looked at the scene before him in astonishment. At his level, he could clearly feel the terror of this magic.
He had to look to Snape, who knew Lockhart better, only to find that the other man also looked terrified.
"sit!"
Lockhart gestured for everyone to be seated, then sighed and looked at Harry and the others, "I have to tell you, we don't currently have an effective way to kill Voldemort."
He could understand Dumbledore's despair in dealing with Voldemort, which could even be described as giving up, completely abandoning the fight against his own will, placing his hopes on so-called fate and prophecy, and throwing everything to Harry Potter, the little wizard in the prophecy.
Seeing Harry open his mouth as if he was about to say something, he helplessly shrugged and said, "That's how the world is. When we can't physically eliminate each other, we have to tolerate each other's existence and explore ways to coexist."
In fact, he guessed that Dumbledore and Grindelwald, working together, should have a way to keep Voldemort locked up until he died of old age, but obviously these two big shots had their own considerations.
"Are we just going to stand by and watch him get away with it?" Harry said, unable to accept it!
In fact, none of the people who came here to wait for Lockhart could accept it.
Including Crabbe.
Even though Crabbe doesn't know how to express himself, he's just not smart, not stupid. He remembers very clearly the reason for his parents' deaths.
"Of course not!"
Lockhart gazed wistfully at the campfire. "Therefore, we must resolutely walk the path of magic, possess greater power, and master that power!"
He turned to the young wizards and said, "Children, each of you has your own mission to fulfill."
"This mission was not imposed on us by anyone, but rather it is the most genuine emotion that springs forth from the depths of our hearts."
"Magic chooses wizards, and wizards choose magic. As we embark on fairytale adventures, a mission naturally accompanies us."
"I am madly obsessed with magic, a passion you can't even imagine."
This is the instinct of every traveler who crosses from a world without extraordinary powers to a magical world, and it seems to have become the greatest meaning of his life.
Magic is so wondrous.
"I am walking my own path, which many people can see. I am taking one step at a time to make the magical world even more dazzling."
He smiled, silently adding a thought to himself.
Of course, that includes you too.
The characters in the story and the real people have become so different and so full of anticipation because of my arrival. This is precisely my most wonderful magical fairy tale adventure!
"Harry," Lockhart looked at Harry Potter, "and you, you also have your mission to complete."
"If you truly decide to give everything for Voldemort, I can provide you with an in-depth analysis of everything about Voldemort. I can teach you and guide you toward a more beautiful and powerful magical path, allowing you to master the power of revenge."
"I can even tell you some secrets." (The Voldemort fragment within Harry's body)
"But I hope you remember this, Harry: revenge is justifiable, but only hatred that is full of life can bring positive power and will not devour your soul."
"Simply portraying Voldemort as an evil villain and then dedicating your entire life to defeating him would certainly be an exhilarating fairytale adventure."
"But what happens after we win?"
Lockhart's gaze deepened and became distant. "After this victory, your life will utterly lose its meaning, and you will quickly fade into obscurity!"
"You shouldn't be like this. Your future should have been that of a powerful magic master. You have that potential, but you've only made hatred your everything. You're heading down this path—"
He glanced at Snape, without saying his name, and said from a different angle, "You will completely lose the meaning of your life. The meaning of your life cannot be just Voldemort, it cannot be just hatred."
Hatred brings no real power.
If Harry can't truly possess the power of a magic master, he can only rely on some inexplicable fate and various coincidences to defeat Voldemort. This might be a kind of bug exploit, but there are no rewards after completing the game.
Snape must have felt this very deeply.
He didn't have Harry's savior fate and coincidences; he was always filled with a sense of powerlessness when facing Voldemort, a heart-wrenching sense of powerlessness.
Harry, panting, asked, "Professor, what should I do?"
Lockhart held up two fingers. "Two paths!"
"First, with a nobler ideal than Voldemort's, and with the overwhelming and irreversible power of the times, crush the past and sweep it into the dustbin of history."
"Secondly, possess the most powerful magical combat strength, and then use him as a stepping stone on the path of magic, stepping on him to reach higher levels!"
This is actually the answer for this group of people.
As for Harry's answer, there is actually only the second one.
Harry is not a qualified leader. He is reckless and impulsive, too obsessed with the narrative of justice and intolerant of dissenting voices. Despite being called the "savior," he cannot even unite most of his classmates in the relatively friendly Gryffindor house. It can be said that he has zero political talent.
But he seems to be a born warrior.
A purer warrior than Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Lockhart, and Voldemort.
If he can become a magic master, he will be the most powerful one.
But this is all predicated on Harry actually embarking on the path of magic.
He doesn't have that now; all he sees are his enemies. Magic is just a tool for revenge to him, and once the revenge is over, the tool will lose its meaning. This will prevent him from ever truly touching the reality of magic.
"When all you see is magic, Voldemort will be just another challenge in your life, Harry. You will realize that Voldemort is just an insignificant leaf in your life."
"Cleaned up!" Lockhart said with a laugh, waving his wand. "And then he vanished."
"Insignificant?" Harry couldn't understand it at the moment.
Lockhart changed his perspective to one that Lockhart could accept: "Yes, a seemingly insignificant leaf, but one that cannot be ignored in your life. Harry, do you know why Dumbledore, despite being far more powerful than Voldemort, never managed to kill him over such a long period of time?"
Harry was stunned, opened his mouth, but couldn't answer.
It can't be because Dumbledore didn't want to kill Voldemort, can it?
He looked at his friends in disbelief, and when he got no answer, he looked at his godfather, Sirius Black.
However, it seems that no one has an answer.
"Because of the mystery of magic!" Lockhart exclaimed in a marvelous tone, describing the wonders of the magical world. "Of course we know that in a direct confrontation, Dumbledore could easily kill Voldemort, but for decades, Dumbledore has been unable to capture Voldemort or find an opportunity to fight him head-on."
"You may dismissively call the Dark Lord cunning or something like that, but I think your godfather, Sirius Black, and your Professor Snape, must have felt it very deeply."
Harry couldn't help but look at the two of them.
Snape pursed his lips and fell silent.
Sirius took a deep breath and nodded to Harry.
“But Harry!” Lockhart smiled at him. “You know what? You can easily find any trace of Voldemort, no matter where he hides!”
Because of the Voldemort fragments in Harry's body.
"I won't tell you the answer directly. I will lead you down the path of magic. Only when you can easily perceive the answer through your own abilities can you use it as a means to deal with Voldemort."
In fact, even now, Lockhart, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald do not know where Voldemort's original body is stored.
Harry's eyes lit up. "Just me?"
Lockhart looked at him, chuckled, and, having vaguely grasped Harry's true intentions, nodded. "Yes, only you! The savior prophesied to kill Voldemort!"
Harry couldn't wait any longer.
"Professor, please quickly lead me onto the path of magic!"
He couldn't bear to watch Voldemort, who had killed his parents, roam freely for even a moment!
"Dumbledore gave me a task, to do something against Voldemort."
Lockhart smiled and reassured the other person, "After this round of matches, I will embark on a journey through time, into a fun fairy tale adventure."
"At that time, I will invite some of you to participate, and I think you will definitely benefit from it."
Harry became excited immediately, because there was only one more round of the competition left until tomorrow!
"Go back and prepare for tomorrow's match. You'll be playing against the Durmstrang team tomorrow."