allendalepharm Chapter 230 I Want Him to Live
Chapter 230 I Want Him to Live
Chapter 230 I Want Him to Live
The young wizards didn't really know their own strength when they attacked.
Compared to the so-called evil dark wizards, the little wizards have much more elaborate tricks up their sleeves.
In Lockhart's words, children have a strong sense of good and evil, they can distinguish between good and bad people, and they don't treat bad people as human beings, so they don't treat bad people with the same standards they use to treat people.
This is human nature.
"Did Gilderoy really say that?" Snape asked skeptically.
Grindelwald stood atop a tree, smiling as he looked down at the young wizards. "Trust me, you won't go wrong!"
Snape's lips curled into a slight smile as he watched Peter Pettigrew, controlled by the young wizards, float towards the 'secret base,' and finally nodded. "You're absolutely right!"
That's why they say birds of a feather flock together; what kind of good people can be friends with Lockhart?
When Dumbledore places high hopes on these two and entrusts this rather unruly group of students to their care, you really can't expect too much.
"Hahahaha..."
On the way to the secret base, Peter Pettigrew was laughing so hard that his entire bound and immobile body began to convulse, tears and snot mixed together, and he even gagged.
This was a "pre-treatment" done by several upperclassmen, mainly the Weasley twins, who believed that bad guys wouldn't reveal the secrets they needed without being tortured.
Before asking, let him know what's what.
Itchy popping candy is a fun prank invention that makes you feel like you're constantly being tickled when you eat it.
For a moment, the victorious team was filled with a joyful and happy atmosphere.
But the joy belongs to them.
It's not Ron's.
Ron, who had quickly broken free from the spell that had knocked Hermione unconscious, ran back, radiating a terrifying aura. Even Draco, who had always been at odds with Ron, felt it was best not to provoke him at this moment.
It drove a standard Gryffindor warrior to the point of using the Unforgivable Curse.
No one can truly empathize with Ron's current state of mind, or what kind of terrifying state he is going through.
Ron stared intently at Scabbers, who was floating ahead and laughing, and suddenly understood the words Lockhart had taught him before.
At that time, Professor Lockhart was teaching the young wizards how to cast the "Cleanse" spell more effectively.
Later, when talking about dark magic and the Unforgivable Curse, he said meaningfully, "You cannot understand what extreme malice is yet. When you intend to cast a terrible spell like the Killing Curse on someone, but your mindset is like casting a Cleansing Curse to clean up some trash in a room, that is the most terrible malice."
They want to erase a life from this world!
Their will was so firmly set—this world cannot have him/her.
That is the greatest hatred.
Even knowing that one's soul will fall into depravity, become tainted, and descend into darkness, one still does it without hesitation; that is one's current level of attack.
Professor Lockhart hopes that when they really get to this point, they will calm down and think things through.
What are you thinking about?
I'm thinking that killing someone doesn't necessarily require using a killing curse!
It could be a raging fire, or a sword conjured by a transformation spell and plunged into the heart.
This has no impact on the outcome of killing one person, but it has a completely different impact on one's own mind, on the judgment of the Ministry of Magic's laws, and on many, many other things.
That's just how the world is. A young wizard may not need to understand too many profound magical principles, but he must know how this world and society work.
Ron looked up at his twin brothers, who were surrounded and cheering. They were loved by everyone because of their so-called prank toys, while he had almost cast the Cruciatus Curse, which had caused many people to quietly distance themselves from him.
Is there a difference between Itchy Popping Candy and Heart-Piercing Curse?
Ron was really afraid that Banban would just laugh himself to death, so he wouldn't be able to get the reason why Banban had lied to him and his family for so many years!
He hates it so much!
Hermione warned him when he came back that he had actually managed to cast the Cruciatus Curse, and he might never be able to cast the Patronus Charm again.
ha~
joke!
Ron now feels a strong aversion to the Patronus Charm; he finds it utterly repulsive. He is completely against casting the Patronus Charm and no longer cares whether he can cast it or not.
Finally, the young wizards arrived at the location of the Whomping Willow, followed the secret passage to a valley in front of a waterfall, cast a banishing spell to make the giant spiders retreat, and finally arrived at a huge cave in the valley.
This place was discovered when Harry and his friends accompanied Hagrid to help out, and it was eventually turned into a secret base by the members of the Duel Club.
Giant spiders are magical creatures created by wizards to guard homes and protect treasures, so it makes perfect sense to build a secret base in their nests.
Perhaps this place will become a symbol of the Hogwarts student organization in the future, passed down from generation to generation.
"What should we do?"
Two older students controlled a huge boulder to block the cave entrance, while someone else used magic to light the torches on the wall and hoisted Peter Pettigrew onto a large pillar. Everyone then began to discuss excitedly.
They were among the most proactive and resourceful students at Hogwarts, and they had already taken action without being urged by others.
Draco and his group were the first to act, pouring an entire bottle of Truth Potion down Peter Pettigrew's throat.
Don't ask the little wizards why they carry such a terrible thing with them.
The only thing to blame is Professor Lockhart for his excellent teaching.
Hermione and her friends opposed the use of Truth Potion, not because it was immoral, but because Truth Potion was a method of dealing with many things. Sometimes, instead of getting the truth, they would believe the other party's lies because of it.
This group believed more in the theories of mind taught by Professor Lockhart, and used the Snot Curse on Peter Pettigrew.
It's not a slug curse, but a spell that causes people to quickly secrete large amounts of thick snot and phlegm. If the person being attacked cannot cough it up in time, they may even suffocate and die.
In that state of being on the verge of death, mental defenses completely crumble, and the subconscious takes over, allowing you to get answers to any question you ask.
But clearly, neither Hermione nor Draco could establish absolute authority within the group, and their methods were not accepted by everyone.
then……
They used every trick in the book on Peter Pettigrew.
One moment there were suffocating sobs, the next a mournful roar, and then a maniacal laugh, which frightened the eight-eyed giant spiders that were trying to open the stone at the cave entrance to attack the little wizard, causing them to flee in terror.
They all looked so excited.
They discussed the feasibility of their respective methods.
Ron wasn't in the mood for discussion.
He gripped his wand tightly and walked forward step by step, pushing aside one person after another who stood in his way. Finally, when everyone in the cave had fallen silent, he stood before Peter Pettigrew.
Before he could ask a question, an older Slytherin student suddenly shouted, "Hey, man, don't kill him!"
Ron turned around and looked coldly at the guy who was watching the show. His gaze was so indifferent and icy that the guy, who thought he was being witty, shut his mouth obediently.
"I only have one question!"
Ron's voice became hoarse as he suppressed his grievances and resentment, finally gritting his teeth and asking, "Why did you turn into a rat and hide in my house? What's your purpose?!"
He didn't want to ask questions about himself because it would make him completely lose his mind and kill the other person without considering anything else.
So he only had one question: his family, whom he cared so much about.
"Master, I meant no harm!" Peter Pettigrew cried out urgently, his voice full of pleading. "For the sake of our many years of friendship, my master, you must believe me, I truly meant no harm!"
Ron nearly snapped his wand in his hand, enduring the words but failing to get the answer he wanted, and then violently waved his wand.
"Firewood flying in!"
This time, his flight spell was so perfect that some firewood sticks in the corner flew up like a school of fish in the deep sea, and then floated down at the command of his wand, neatly stacked at Peter Pettigrew's feet.
Having done all this, Ron walked to the wall, pulled out a torch, and slowly approached Pettigrew, staring intently at him. "Answer me, or die!"
"You can't do this to me, waaaah, Master, do you remember that day, I helped you..." Little Star still tried to talk about so-called loyalty, the loyalty he understood.
Unfortunately, Ron was a complete stranger to him.
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He was so indifferent, simply saying coldly, "Three!"
The torch in his hand was lowered slightly.
"No! No!" Little Pettigrew cried out in terror, "Master, don't you remember your Patronus Charm? You're doing this to me..."
"two!"
"I truly have no ill intentions towards the Weasleys. Over the years, have you seen me do anything wrong?"
"one!"
Without hesitation, Ron threw the torch onto the pile of firewood, brandishing his wand as the flames spread rapidly across every piece of wood, instantly scorching upwards.
The physical flames, accompanied by the power of the Fiery Spell, instantly transformed into a terrifying monster that lunged upwards, each flame like a meat grinder blade frantically licking Peter Pettigrew's legs.
"Ahhhhh~~~"
Little Pettigrew screamed shrilly, finally breaking free from the lingering illusions born of his habitual escapism, shouting, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll talk! I'll talk!"
Ron stared at him coldly, his pursed lips revealing an indescribable resentment. "Fine, you say it!"
"Put out the fire first..." Little Star shouted, then suddenly screamed as he felt the flames spread upwards again, reaching his knees.
"You can speak quickly, and see if you can explain yourself before you are completely consumed by the flames!" Ron's voice was sharp. Hermione and the others were about to step forward to say something, but they were forced to shut up by the flames in his eyes.
"explain!"
"Why have you been hiding in my house for so many years? What are you trying to do?!"
His voice was so firm, no longer dwelling on his grievances, his heart filled with the desire to protect his family.
Yes, he knew that he wasn't very happy in this family with so many brothers and sisters.
But he is willing to love this family, and he truly loves this family.
Compared to the disgusting fact that he grew up with this disgusting man, he was more concerned about the potential harm to his family members.
Just like Professor Lockhart told him—Ron, you are a true Gryffindor, you are a warrior, a warrior who can protect everything!
Ron agreed with this statement.
And we firmly believe in this!
So he stopped caring that he wasn't as smart as Hermione, and he stopped being jealous that he wasn't as brave and fearless as Harry.
He was determined to protect all of this!
"I'll say it!"
"I said!!!"
Little Pettigrew screamed and finally broke down.
In a corner of the cave, on an edge unnoticed by anyone, Grindelwald and Snape silently watched everything unfold.
"If I'm not mistaken..." Snape looked at Ron with some surprise, blinked, and turned to Grindelwald, "Is that the 'Soul Campfire' spell?"
Grindelwald chuckled. "That's not all. The magical power of the Blazing Fire Curse is real, and there are also some potion-making techniques."
"Potions?" Snape was stunned. He suddenly realized that he couldn't understand it, even though he was clearly an expert in potions!
"The body is the crucible, the mind is the main ingredient, and the various random potions and spells that the other students just fed us are the auxiliary ingredients..." Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "Gidero has taught a lot of extraordinary people."
Based on one's own soul characteristics, one explores the magical realm that suits them, then integrates magical knowledge from various disciplines into this magical realm, and finally experiences everything, waiting for the magic to bloom naturally—isn't this Lockhart's greatest characteristic?
Never underestimate anyone!
Grindelwald was speaking when he suddenly shut his mouth, because Peter Pettigrew seemed to be saying something incredible.
"...Waaaaah...I can't help it..."
"James and Sirius are both going to deal with Mystic, and they kept dragging me along without ever asking if I wanted to go to the battlefield..."
"The Order of the Phoenix looks down on me... They all see me as James's lackey... Their comrade's lackey... Nobody cares about me... Dumbledore doesn't care about me either..."
"I wanted to escape. Someone like me shouldn't be involved in war... Sirius pulled me back. He called me a coward and said he would kill me if I dared to be a coward..."
"The mysterious man also wanted to kill me... He forced me to tell him about the Order of the Phoenix... I never sought him out on my own initiative..."
"Do you know how terrifying it is to wake up to find a mysterious person standing by your bed... He tormented me with a vicious curse..."
"What can I do!"
"I just want to live, even if I'm just a rat that nobody cares about, I just want to live!"
"I don't want to be a traitor, but I'm scared. I really don't want to die!"
"You know I had no choice?"
Snapped!
Grindelwald grabbed Snape, who was about to rush forward, his sinister heterochromatic eyes coldly fixed on him. "Let the children handle it. Give them a chance to grow, okay?"
Snape gritted his teeth, breathing heavily through his nostrils like an enraged bull, and glared fiercely at Grindelwald. "Let go!"
Grindelwald wouldn't budge an inch. "No, Little Pettigrew shouldn't die at your hands!"
Snape's gaze turned icy. "Should he not have died by my hand, or should he not have died at all? Is Dumbledore really planning to send him to be a spy?"
Grindelwald chuckled. "Dumbledore wouldn't do such a thing, but I would! That rat was right, he hates war, and just like me, I want Voldemort to die quickly so he can help, and that's how he can live for a while, it's that simple."
"You!!!" Snape was about to say something when he saw Grindelwald take the wand that Snape had put in his pocket at some point and gently press it against Snape's body. A stone-like gleam flashed, and Snape was instantly unable to move.
(End of this chapter)