allendalepharm Chapter 265 What, you have a problem with that?
Chapter 265 What, you have a problem with that?
Chapter 265 What, you have a problem with that?
Lockhart's journey on the path of magic was not without its challenges.
For example, regarding the memory digestion aspect, after digesting the forest witch's memories, he no longer tried to "become someone else, experience someone else's life adventures, and unleash someone else's magic."
At that time, he began to understand that he should inspire his own magic and experience his own life. Thus, he created his first powerful spell, "Thunderstorm and Mountain Fire," which established his reputation as a "Magic Master."
Later, he took this fairytale experience a step further, considering memory within the context of "sociality," thus venturing into the realm of time and ultimately moving from memory to magical bloodlines.
Then he absorbed his first magical bloodline, Parsley, which gave him the confidence to fight Voldemort. As a result, he began to re-examine his "sociality" and embarked on a different path from Dumbledore, further developing the Duel Club and adding various activities.
Magic blossoms because of the fairy tales of life, and life is made wonderful by the fairy tales of magic.
There is now an added consideration of 'social aspects'.
This is version 2.0 of his fairy tale theory.
This involves exploring a range of magical knowledge areas, including black magic creature breeding, bloodline magic, and weather magic.
Today, Lockhart is once again attempting to process another person's memories, but his methods are no longer what they used to be.
It is important to understand a very clear concept: time does not exist in essence, and the memories that constitute the main anchor of time are not the reality of the world.
Everyone has different memories of the same thing, the same person, or the same event.
They will all be eroded by their own will and become the embodiment of their own nature.
Lockhart once followed the path of understanding other people's self-will, and thus gained the characteristics of the Forest Witch's "Family Darling", but that is not him.
He wasn't raised by a mother wolf, he didn't live naked like a savage in the jungle, he didn't make friends with cheetahs, giants, or golden pythons, and he didn't crave or crave the material life of the outside world.
That sense of belonging and the inner turmoil of trying to escape belonging are not his own.
He also has his own will.
An extremely unique form of self-will.
Because he is a time traveler, and also a wizard who is crazy about magic, adventurous and life experiences.
Therefore, when he tries to process Coban Yaxley's memories, he needs to use his own will to deconstruct these memories and make them his own.
This is a very mysterious thing.
He travels upstream against the river of time, constantly turning the pages of the past that never belonged to him, experiencing them firsthand.
At this point, the long snake was also unable to offer any help.
Everything depends on one's own will.
Lockhart could feel the River of Time trembling violently as he cast his spell. Even if it was just because of one of the foundations that together formed it, the memories of Coban Yaxley, which were almost negligible in the human river of time, were still shaking the existence of the River of Time.
Time is not immutable.
Every successful "Forgetting Spell" cast by a wizard shakes and alters time.
Scrimgeour was very unhappy.
Because the joint operation organized by the International Wizarding Confederation's "Auror Liaison Office" for various ministries of magic in cooperation with the "International Auror Division" was not commanded by him!!!
This is absolutely unforgivable!
Throughout history, international cooperation has always been dominated by the British Ministry of Magic!
Throughout history, the opinions of the British Ministry of Magic have been respected by all parties!
Now, he no longer feels that respect.
Even though the British Ministry of Magic still has Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the International Confederation of Wizards, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the best school in the wizarding world, Gringotts, the headquarters of the only bank in the wizarding world, and so much more.
But it is clear to the naked eye that his voice has been lost.
Adela Muller, the head of the Auror office at the German Ministry of Magic, is actually seizing the power that rightfully belongs to him, and incredibly, so many people are willing to stand on this witch's side and oppose him!
It was at this moment that Scrimgeour realized the magnitude of the impact of Gellert Grindelwald's release.
Adela Muller is a young witch who seems unrelated to Grindelwald, but her parents, her parents' siblings,
Her grandparents, and indeed all of her family, were Grindelwald's most devoted followers!
The whole family are saints!
There are quite a few people like this, such as the French Minister of Magic, who was a saint back then!
One can imagine how disgusted Scrimgeour must have felt when, during a heated exchange between Scrimgeour and Adela Muller, the head of the Auror office at the French Ministry of Magic stood up and firmly defended Adela Muller.
What disgusted him even more was that he, Rufus Scrimgeour, had no chance of gaining Dumbledore's support; the greatest wizard of the century would never help him seize power.
People like Adèle Müller, on the other hand, can get Grindelwald's explicit support, even though Grindelwald seems to have withdrawn from the international stage.
Moreover, what annoyed Scrimgeour the most was that the American Magical Congress, which he considered no different from savages, was secretly accumulating considerable influence among its uncouth Aurors, becoming a third force.
Thus, Scrimgeour's idea of leading the entire manhunt turned into a precarious balance maintained by the clash of the three major powers, with the ultimate leader becoming Urquhart Jr. (Professor McGonagall's nephew), the director of the "Auror Liaison Office" of the International Wizarding Union.
House Urquhart is one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Pure-Blood Families, and its roots are naturally in the British Ministry of Magic's territory. However, today House Urquhart's influence extends all over the world, and it is no less than Scrimgeour, another of the Twenty-Eight Families.
Needless to say, once power was in Mr. Urquhart's hands, how could he possibly hand it over to Scrimgeour?
In any case, the Auror forces, uniting the magic ministries of various countries around the world, quickly launched a manhunt.
Voldemort's henchmen, the Muggle forces that participated in Voldemort's actions, and the scum within the wizarding community who played a dishonorable role in this war—all of them must be thoroughly wiped out.
It was during this opportunity that the special power of the "Auror Liaison Office of the Ministries of Magic" (hereinafter referred to as "Auror International") began to come into play.
Because this office was primarily responsible for supporting the Auror offices of the Ministries of Magic in various countries, it had only a small number of combat personnel and was mostly comprised of experts in their respective fields.
After experts such as prophets, diviners, and spellbreakers joined the Auror team's search operation, they began to exert tremendous influence.
The improvement in effectiveness is significant.
A large number of people involved in the case have been arrested and imprisoned, awaiting trial at the International Wizengamot. This is destined to be a major reshuffle, especially in the jurisdiction of the Magical Congress of the United States.
The only problem is that there has been no news of Coban Yaxley, who is now known as the Black Lord's most loyal henchman.
"We have the results!"
Just when everyone was about to give up, good news came: the attempt to obtain the blood of a member of the Yaxley family for divination had made progress, and the diviner successfully divined the location of Coban Yaxley.
It's actually in California, USA!
Near the office of the International Confederation of Wizards' current temporary meeting venue!
It's true that the darkness is under the lamp.
A flock of Aurora resolutely headed towards California. After emerging from the FlooNet fireplace, they quickly arrived deep in an alleyway of a Muggle community on flying broomsticks.
Wizards descended upon the surrounding rooftops, streets, and trees, surrounding the safe house that had malfunctioned because the door had been opened and Coban's memories had been extracted.
"Merlin's false beard!" The first wizard to land exclaimed, pointing at the safe house, finally understanding why he had been given the information through divination.
A huge red robe floated above the three-story building, and several wizards recognized this dark magical creature as a sack cover.
These dark magic creatures possess extremely powerful stealth and perception abilities.
But at this moment, the safe house emitted a scorching, intense light from its windows and doors. The light contained a terrifying and powerful magical force, which was enough to inflate the surrounding environment and announce its existence to the whole world.
In this operation, the three Auror factions, under the intentional or unintentional guidance of Urquhart Jr., unleashed a healthy competitive force. Faced with the most important target, Corban Yaxley, each faction hoped to capture him first.
So the Aurors at the front charged at this place that seemed rather strange without much hesitation.
Then-·
Then the Aurors froze.
Maintaining their charging posture, gritting their teeth, and poised to unleash magic at any moment, they stood frozen in place before the house, frightening those behind them into quickly giving way.
"Gurgle~"
The little golden retriever stood proudly with its hands on its hips and chest puffed out, letting out a strange, smug laugh, then turned to look at Boggart beside it.
At this point, Gidero would usually speak through Boggart.
However, it seems that the spell to digest the memories was too difficult this time, making it impossible for Lockhart to concentrate on doing so.
What to do next?
The little golden retriever looked a bit confused. It raised its third hand and scratched the monkey's head, fidgeting and scratching its ears and cheeks. Finally, it had no choice but to look at the wronged fairy.
As time went by, as their social skills accumulated, and as they participated in one influential wizarding event after another, Lockhart's companions slowly began to develop some human qualities.
The little golden retriever eventually acknowledged the status of the wronged fairy among them, and stopped confronting her when things happened, allowing her, the smartest and most humane among them, to take charge of the operation.
The wronged fairy nodded to it and floated up gently.
As she floated, traces of blood began to appear around her, and flames emerged behind her. A huge cross appeared behind her, making one's heart tremble. One always felt that if one looked at it for too long, one would suddenly appear on the cross and be burned by the flames.
"No Entry!"
She shouted at the restless Aurors, "This is Gilderoy Lockhart's safe house! Leave immediately!"
"Who are you?!" an Auror shouted, his face defiant. "Do you know who we are—"
Before he could finish speaking, little Urquhart, looking anxious, covered his mouth and pulled him aside, muttering angrily, "Didn't you hear? She's Mr. Lockhart's woman!"
As for the witch floating in mid-air, Mr. Urquhart knew it all too well. This was the Wicked Fairy, a terrifying dark magic creature that few people had ever heard of these days!
The reason he knew this was because Mr. Lockhart's unjustly murdered fairy was taken from his castle! (Chapter 25)
As he looked at the wronged fairy, he couldn't help but shudder in fear; no one knew the terror of this creature better than him.
His family, the prestigious Urquhart family, almost abandoned their ancestral home, passed down through generations, because of this dark magic creature.
"Hello!"
Little Urquhart hesitated for a moment, then strode forward and asked somewhat nervously, "Excuse me, Mr. Lockhart?" Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly emanated from the safe house.
A powerful magical force swept through, and in an instant, all the wizards who came into contact with it began to instinctively experience a replay of their lives, from their earliest days as children to adulthood, flashing rapidly through their minds.
Painful, joyful, repressed, pleasurable, ambitious, weary and negative—"
As memories unfolded, emotions surged, ultimately transforming into magical power that resonated with this terrifying and eerie force.
This is the magical power of time.
It was so powerful that it left no room for any thought of resistance.
Fortunately, it only lasted for a moment, and after the magical fluctuation subsided, everything calmed down.
The light emanating from the house in front of them vanished completely, and before everyone's eyes, it rapidly collapsed and shrank. The houses and streets on both sides seemed to wriggle and approach like living things, finally disappearing completely from everyone's sight.
The entire street was neatly and closely packed together, as if the house from just now had never existed.
Even the enormous red robe that had been vaguely floating in the sky vanished in an instant.
"this"
Young Urquhart was a little embarrassed. He looked at Scrinker, Adela Mueller, and the director of the U.S. Auror Group, hoping to get some advice.
Then the house popped into everyone's view again, pushing aside the houses on the left and right and stretching the ground in front of it.
Two figures walked out one after the other.
Leading the way was Gilderoy Lockhart, and behind him, bowing respectfully, was none other than Coban Yaxley!
This wasn't the first time that Coban had followed Lockhart like this.
During one of his youths, he traveled to an island where he encountered Mary's mother, the "Banshee." On that occasion, he went to seek out the Dark Lord and swore allegiance to him.
At that time, the so-called Dark Lord was none other than Lockhart standing right in front of us! (Chapter 154)
"Formally trained!"
"Yaxley! He's really here!"
"Why is he following behind Mr. Lockhart???"
The people around him were talking amongst themselves. Little Urquhart looked left and right, and finally had to bite the bullet and step forward, saying, "Mr. Lockhart, hello, it's been a long time."
Lockhart looked at little Urquhart with a smile, seemingly in a good mood. "Hello to you too. What are you doing here—"
Little Urquhart quickly said, "The International Wizarding Federation, in conjunction with the magic minions of various countries, is hunting down the Dark Lord's henchmen. Our people arrived as soon as Coban Yaxley appeared here. But, you are—"
"Oh." Lohatt nodded, seemingly unconcerned. "Then you've got it wrong. Coban Yaxley is an undercover agent I planted within Voldemort's ranks. He's not some henchman of the Dark Lord; he's a hero who made many sacrifices!"
"Huh?" Little Urquhart was dumbfounded.
The scene before me felt so familiar.
Back then, it was the Aurors from various countries' Ministries of Magic who joined forces to capture the Dark Lord's henchmen. Then Dumbledore stepped forward and said, "Snape is an undercover agent I planted. He is a hero who has sacrificed a lot."
"this-
"What?" Lockhart narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him. "You have a problem with that?"
"You have a problem with me arranging for someone to infiltrate and deal with Voldemort, the Dark Lord?"
"Do you still have a problem with me as a person?"
"It's okay, you can say it."
Little Urquhart was almost in tears. Of course he had something to say, but he didn't dare utter a single word. He had no choice but to look at the three Auror leaders behind him.
Then he was disappointed.
Scrimgeour just stared at the cracks in the brickwork beneath his feet, as if observing an ant that might crawl onto his shoe at any moment.
Adèle Muller, who usually exudes a stubborn arrogance and the cocky air of a young man who has achieved early success, is now also silent.
Facing Lockhart's direction, they even revealed the kind of infatuated gaze unique to fans.
Merlin's beard was an eyesore to little Urquhart.
Meanwhile, the burly, irritable, tattooed, bald, bearded Auror director of the Magical Congress of America—an Auror who looked like a fearless Spanish bull ready to crush anyone at any moment—started to care about the neatness of his fingernails, seemingly pondering what color nail polish he would wear when he got back.
"without---"
What could little Urquhart say? He tried his best to put on his most friendly smile and said, "No objection!"
Yes, they couldn't even bring Coban Yaxley back to face trial at the International Wissengamo Tribunal.
There was no such thing as "if he's an undercover agent, then clear his name and release him." The point was that there was never any chance of bringing him back for trial.
There's no need for arrests.
Severus Snape, Voldemort's top henchman and the Death Eater who personally taught him the Flight Charm, also enjoyed similar treatment.
What is a magic master?
This is the magic master!
When all the great power is gathered in one person, and the strongman really intends to do something, no one dares to utter a sound. They must wear respectful smiles, raise their thumbs, and chant in unison, "Master, you are right! Master, you are brilliant! Master, you are absolutely right!"
Brilliant!