allendalepharm Chapter 264 Lockhart expressed his satisfaction.
Chapter 264 Lockhart expressed his satisfaction.
Chapter 264 Lockhart expressed his satisfaction.
huh~~~
Green flames lit up the fireplace as Lockhart led three young wizards out from the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office.
A dark mass of figures came into view.
Everyone turned around and saw it was them. Professor McGonagall, who was leading the group, seemed very excited. "Dumbledore has sent word... Voldemort has been captured?"
Even though she firmly believed in Dumbledore's message, she still felt a sense of unreality at that moment.
How many years!
The Order of the Phoenix has been fighting for so many years, so many comrades have died, and countless others, like the Longbottoms, have suffered permanent magical damage.
But now, news has suddenly come that Voldemort has been captured alive.
ecstasy!
After the euphoria came disbelief and unease, the fear that it was all just an illusion or a dream, which made one so anxious.
"Yes, he was captured." Lockhart smiled at everyone, patting Cedric beside him. "These three heroes all participated in that battle!"
Immediately, Cedric's face turned bright red, and he looked very embarrassed.
Luna remained in that dazed, sleepwalking state. In fact, if there weren't so many people around, she would have already started talking to the pink butterfly that no one else could see.
Crabbe, on the other hand, grinned smugly, puffing out his chest proudly as if to say – Yes, it’s us!
It was us, along with Professor Lockhart, Professor Dumbledore, and Mr. Grindelwald, who went on a rampage!
"Giddy!" Snape squeezed out from the corner, striding up to him. He tried to suppress his emotions with a tense face, but the anger in his reddened eyes was impossible to hide. "Why didn't you call me to come with you?"
Lockhart shrugged. "We didn't expect it to go so smoothly either. We thought it was just one of countless battles. You know, it's not easy."
Is that a reason?
Yes, that's the reason.
Snape knew that if the frontal battles were ineffective, it would be time for him, as a spy, to shine. Blindly engaging in combat out of hatred would only make the later infiltration work much more difficult, making it harder to gain Voldemort's trust.
"Why didn't you kill him!" His voice was hoarse, filled with pain as he gritted his teeth.
Lockhart sighed and patted Snape on the shoulder.
He knew what Old S knew: just how powerful Horcruxes were.
"I don't think now is the time to say these things!" Professor Lupin walked over. "Dumbledore needs help, he needs more momentum and support. We must set off as soon as possible!"
While Voldemort's capture is certainly something to celebrate, this matter is far from over.
Voldemort's henchmen must be dealt with, especially those who have allied with those Muggle forces with ulterior motives; they must be wiped out completely.
This is the best time.
This isn't the first time we've experienced something like this, so we've gained some experience. We can't let so many people escape punishment like we did last time.
Lupin was in a hurry. He knew how many werewolves in the werewolf community were loyal followers of Voldemort, and he had to get there and control the situation before the news of Voldemort's capture was announced.
Otherwise, no matter how much trouble those desperate werewolves caused and how many people they hurt, or whether the entire werewolf pack was labeled as "Voldemort's minions," it was something he didn't want to see.
Those werewolves...
Lupin understood those people, just as he understood why so many people in the Order of the Phoenix didn't trust him back then.
Voldemort promised the werewolves that they would be allowed to live openly, without discrimination or humiliation, and that they could work to support themselves. Countless werewolves were therefore madly eager for Voldemort's success.
This is such a hope that werewolves yearn for, even if it is so unreal.
Lupin knew perfectly well that Voldemort's promises were not his guarantee of fulfillment. He knew the true nature of this villain, a man who treated even his pure-blooded subordinates as mere tools.
Use it and then throw it away!
Fenrir Greyback, the leader of the werewolf community who bit himself to become a werewolf, contributed far more than the other Death Eaters from beginning to end, but in the end he couldn't even get the identity of a Death Eater.
Not to mention the other ordinary werewolves who were of no use to Voldemort.
He could understand these desperate werewolves, so he increasingly didn't want them to cause trouble.
The professors present all had their own jobs.
For example, Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff School, has the responsibility of looking after the students at the school.
Professor Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw, because of his half-elf and half-wizard blood, represents a certain group and needs to stand firmly by Dumbledore's side at this time.
Lockhart actually wanted to do this too.
He simply doesn't need anyone else's arrangements.
After sending the three young wizards back to their respective schools, Lockhart embarked on a solo journey to hunt down the Corinthians.
……
Those with formal training are desperate.
He didn't know what was happening to Voldemort at this point; all he knew was that Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Lockhart had completely sealed off the farm.
They're like trapping a dog behind closed doors.
This is a battle he has no right to get involved in.
Maybe……
Will his owner understand him because of this?
Koban didn't know that he knew Voldemort's ruthlessness, but he also knew that Voldemort would be magnanimous when he had something to use.
He knew Voldemort all too well; he was a ruthless but vengeful man. As long as he survived the interrogation, he could escape punishment, which was why he dared to desert.
Those with formal training haven't gone too far.
He hid in a safe house, ready to rush back to prove his loyalty at any time.
But instead of a good opportunity, he received bad news, extremely bad news—someone saw Dumbledore grab someone and keep a close watch on them, not letting them out of his sight.
Finished!
Those with formal training know it's over!
He knew Dumbledore was powerful, and he also knew that Voldemort might be able to defeat Dumbledore because Dumbledore was old. But with Grindelwald and Lockhart added to the mix, it made the situation hopeless.
He huddled in the safe house, curled up beside the fireplace, shivering even though the fire inside was so warm.
His mind was in turmoil.
He wondered if his arrest was Voldemort's scheme, since Voldemort had once said that there was an irreconcilable conflict between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and that the reason they were standing together now was because of him.
Without Voldemort, Dumbledore and Grindelwald would inevitably become enemies.
Lockhart is the same.
but……
Is it really?
The novice didn't know, but he knew Voldemort's patience and cunning, as well as his pride.
What should I do?
He was completely flustered.
Suddenly, he felt a terrible suffocation, and his heart began to pound with fear, as if a wet, cold hand reached out from his heart, holding a dagger, and gently sliced across his liver and lungs.
Keban looked up in alarm and saw a figure standing in front of the window of the safe house.
"Giddy... Giddy..." His teeth chattered and clattered, his eyes wide with terror, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. "Giddyro Lockhart!"
Yes!
At that moment, Gilderoy was standing in front of the window looking at him!
Do not!
wrong!
He can't see himself!
Coban reassured himself that this was a safe house, a safe house protected by powerful magic. Even if Gilderoy Lockhart somehow found this place, he wouldn't see him standing outside the window!
You can't see me!
You can't see me!!!
You can't see me!!!
"Ahhh..." he screamed in terror, his mind began to break down, and he ran around the room in a panic, bumping into bookshelves and sofas from time to time, before finally falling to the ground.
He looked up in a panic to see the figure in the window, and was shocked to see Gilderoy Lockhart's smiling face with his eyes looking down at the ground where he had fallen.
“!!!!!!”
"Aaaaah..." he yelled and rushed toward the fireplace, plunging into the flames, shouting for another destination. But because his mind was in chaos due to his broken defenses, he forgot to use Floo Powder.
Soon, he burst out of the fireplace, his body ablaze with flames, his face, hands, and feet covered in burn blisters.
The expensive and luxurious wizard's robes swayed, automatically dispelling the flames that had begun to burn at the edges, leaving him with a smell and smoke of burning fur.
"No, no, no!"
He rushed towards the stairs like a madman, nearly tripping and falling, before scrambling up the steps on all fours, finally reaching the attic on the top floor in a frantic escape.
The uneasy feeling in my heart finally disappeared.
He let out a long breath, slumped weakly to the ground, panting, and subconsciously scratched his chest, which had been itchy from nervousness.
"What to do... what to do!!!!"
He muttered to himself, when suddenly he sensed a figure appear in his peripheral vision.
I was so frightened that I couldn't move.
He froze, not even daring to turn around to check, focusing all his energy on his peripheral vision, trying to discern whether it was Lockhart or not.
Creak~~~~
He seemed to hear the creaking sound of the window opening, a distorted and eerie sound echoing in the unusually quiet attic, making his legs tremble uncontrollably.
crunch...
crunch...
The sounds coming from the window grew increasingly urgent, frantically stimulating the strings of his heart. He felt as if the hand moving inside his abdomen had dropped the dagger and instead gripped his heart tightly.
The more they try to control it, the tighter it gets.
He felt suffocated.
He clutched his own neck with both hands, collapsed to his knees, his head pressed against the floor, his mouth opening and closing like a dying fish, yet he felt as if he had lost the ability to breathe.
Time slips away quietly.
He didn't know how much time had passed—maybe just a moment, maybe a long time—when he suddenly felt that the stiffness and suffocation, the indescribable terror, had completely vanished.
pat.
He collapsed weakly to the ground.
He gasped for breath, and then continued to suffocate!
My heart was pounding, my chest felt like it was being squeezed shut, and my liver and gallbladder felt like they were about to burst.
He kicked the table leg in front of him with all his might to shift his position, and then arched his head back as far as he could, finally seeing it.
Outside the window, Lockhart was looking at him with a beaming smile.
Say……
He couldn't really hear what they were saying.
Damn!
What exactly did Lockhart say at that moment?
Lockhart said, "Little Golden Retriever, give it another try. This is a good opportunity to try."
Yes, the professionally trained man was on the verge of a mental breakdown, because the little golden retriever was using underhanded tactics.
Unfortunately, the safe house seemed to separate them from a world, making it difficult for these dark magic powers to penetrate.
Lockhart eventually found a way: he had the golden retriever influence him, and then he transmitted that power through a "backdoor" he set up in the student's mind.
He's like someone standing in front of a rat's burrow in a field, trying every possible way to get the rat to run out of the burrow on its own.
That's not easy.
If it weren't for the fact that the professional instructor's will wasn't strong enough, the influence of this intermittent black magic on the little golden retriever probably wouldn't have had any effect.
The other friends are also helping to think of ways to open this "sardine can".
"I think I sensed it..."
Beside her, the wronged fairy floated in mid-air, her golden hair and the hem of her wizard's robe swaying in the invisible wind, her fair feet hanging down naturally, her hands gently waving as if touching a crack in a wall.
Splash splash~~~
Blood gushed out.
"Ahhh..." The student in the safe house screamed in fear again, like a frightened bird. He was too weak to stand up. He braced himself on the ground with his hands and used his feet to push his body backward, trying to get as far away as possible from the blood seeping from the cracks in the ground.
pat~
He suddenly felt a chill on his forehead and looked up to see blood seeping through the cracks in the ceiling.
Then a rustling sound came from inside the room, and countless snakes and insects that he had never noticed before crawled out from the corners and ran in his direction.
"Ahhh..." he yelled as he reached for his wand in his pocket, but his body suddenly stiffened and he found nothing.
He finally couldn't hold back any longer and lunged towards the stairs like a madman. He lost his balance and fell down the stairs, tumbling and crashing with a series of thuds.
Then, supporting himself on his twisted left foot, he limped toward the fireplace and finally found the wand in the corner where he had initially huddled.
He quickly turned around, grabbed the wand, gripped it tightly, and held it high, looking warily toward the stairs.
Danger!
He could sense danger approaching him!
This is an innate ability of the Axley family's magical bloodline. There is great terror in the river of time, and the reason why the Axley family can complete 'time travel' is that they can receive warnings from the future.
dying!
dying!
He screamed inwardly, gripping his wand tightly and looking around. Sweat soaked his newly burned wounds, stinging and seeping into his eyes.
pain!
It's awful!
I feel indescribably sad!
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his eyes and forehead. Just once, he only needed to do it quickly.
Then, danger struck!
A dark shadow pounced down quickly, and his vision went from bright to dark in an instant, startling him so much that he hurriedly waved his wand to cast a spell.
Bang!
A violent blast of air roared, and he and the dark shadow above him were both blasted away, falling to the side.
"Ouch~" He rubbed his lower back, gasped, and struggled to get up again, finally seeing clearly the 'enemy' who had just attacked him.
It was a huge deer head.
The moose head was a live specimen made from the head of a moose that was 2.4 meters tall at the shoulder. Of course, no matter how magically a live specimen is made, it will eventually lose its magic if it is not cared for. This moose head specimen stopped moving when it was very young.
Unexpectedly, it came back to life and even launched an attack on me.
pat~
A voice rang out, and the student's heart skipped a beat again. He quickly looked in the direction from which the voice came.
On the countless wooden walls stained with blood, a piece of wood seemed to have come to life, writhing violently in an attempt to pull itself out of the nail.
On the edge of the wood, a terrifying eyeball could be vaguely seen emerging.
"!!!"
The student's eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out, and his whole body was tense to the extreme.
More and more blood was seeping onto the walls. The ceiling, floor, walls, and all the decorations of the house seemed to come alive, as if they were filled with malice towards him.
"No, no, no!"
Koban yelled, unable to bear it any longer, and rushed towards the door like a madman.
Open the door and rush out!
Bang!
A large foot swiftly and powerfully kicked him in the chest, sending him flying back with tremendous force.
He was practically flying through the air for a while, crashing into a wall a few meters away. The wall, which had come to life, slapped him, then grabbed his hair and pulled hard, pulling on his scalp.
"Ah~~~~"
He struggled in agony and finally collapsed to the ground.
Snap, snap, snap...
Footsteps approached, and the exquisite shoes that had just kicked him appeared in front of him.
He swallowed hard, looking up in horror at the owner of the shoes: straight legs, a loose yet exquisite gilded wizard's robe, and a handsome young face with a gentle smile.
"!!!"
Lockhart looked down at him, comforting him, "Calm down, it'll be alright in a bit."
What?
What do you mean, "It'll be ready in a little while"?
The student was a bit stunned. Suddenly, his body tensed up, and his muscles began to tremble wildly. This trembling, which was confined to his skin, made him feel as if he was about to be crushed into a sac of soup.
Streaks of silver threads floated up from his body, wriggling and swaying in mid-air.
In an instant, he seemed to turn into a giant ball of fur, and even the secrets hidden deep in his heart, even the information that had long been forgotten in his memory and could only be found in his soul, were all magically pulled out of his body.
Available for Lockhart to choose from.
"let me see……"
Lockhart's voice was very gentle, and he gently shook his wand, as if he were picking through vegetables at a market stall, examining all his memories.
The secrets of the Yaxley family...
A family history about time travel...
The research and accumulation of related topics in the "transportation field" include safe house magic, map magic, Floonet laying, door key intercontinental travel, flying broom manufacturing technology, and so on...
"Nice~"
Lockhart expressed his satisfaction.
(End of this chapter)