allendalepharm Chapter 220 For Voldemort!
Chapter 220 For Voldemort!
Chapter 220 For Voldemort!
Tonks said she has a soft spot for furry animals.
Even though Madagascar cats look a bit ugly.
Lockhart was thus able to easily enjoy the exquisitely prepared French meal, while Tonks secretly teased the Madago cat in her arms with her ever-changing hair ends.
After playing for a while, she even started naming the Madago cats.
"I have to remind you," Lockhart said casually, munching on a piece of lobster meat, "they're actually one, the same one."
Tonks was completely bewildered. He blinked, looking at the cats on his arms and laps with some confusion, asking, "The same one?"
Lohat nodded, habitually launching into the conversation from an academic perspective, "When a living being dies, it releases a powerful force, uttering a cry of deepest longing for the world. The most distinctive feature of the Madago cat is that it instinctively knows how to utilize this power to strengthen its presence in the real world."
"So people will see it go from one head to three, and with each death it will have even more heads. And this division has no hierarchy; each head is the same thing."
Tonks found it outrageous, "They can split into countless heads indefinitely?"
"I don't know, no one has done such research yet. But I tend to believe in the magical number 'seven,' and I'm inclined to think that they might split up to the seventh time and then stop." Lockhart doesn't need to investigate everything thoroughly, and he wasn't particularly concerned about this matter.
"I'm more curious about your hair than your appearance," Lockhart said with a strange expression. "I'm curious, how does your magic change when your appearance changes?"
What he was actually more curious about was that the Black family's magical bloodline did not have the distinctive feature of the Disguise Magus, so where did Tonks' magical bloodline come from?
But this is clearly not a suitable question to ask, as it would make it seem like Tonks' mother was having an affair, which would cause misunderstandings.
Tonks frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't know. I'm actually not very good at magic."
You know, the main reason I was able to get into the Auror offices was because of my innate ability to disguise myself as Magus.
Many people have said that her ability makes her a natural Auror.
"When the tips of your hair changed subtly, I could clearly sense a slight shift in your magic." Lockhart shrugged. "If you're willing to trust me, I'd suggest that you sometimes try not to actively change your hair color, and instead let your mood change freely. This might help your magic increase much faster."
Tonks became excited. Whether it was her mentor Mad-Eye Moody, her superior Kingsley, or her superior Scrimgeour, they had all kindly reminded her that if she had the opportunity to receive guidance from Lockhart, she should listen carefully and learn from him.
It is said that Fudge, the minister who always seemed incompetent, was practicing a head-bubbling spell based on Lockhart's casual advice, and it was said to be extremely effective.
But few people know how to make it good; they've only heard that it's very powerful.
If someone like Fudge is interested, others will naturally be tempted as well.
In fact, some people, under the guise of students seeking advice, secretly have their children take their questions to Professor Lockhart.
The guidance of a magic master is extremely rare.
So, how many students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry today can receive personal guidance from Dumbledore? None, not even Harry Potter, the so-called "savior."
"What should I do?" Tonks asked excitedly.
"It's about letting magic naturally and instinctively express itself according to its own will." Lockhart finished speaking and looked at Tonks' somewhat confused expression, suddenly realizing that it might actually be quite difficult to do this.
Well, that might be very difficult for Tonks.
He frowned and pondered, "It is indeed difficult to cast spells directly in your own heart. You can try it when you are emotionally agitated, such as when you are angry. Try to keep your face tense and not make any expression, and do not say any angry words. Then let this anger be expressed through the color of your hair, and treat it as your expression."
He talked at length, constantly lowering the barrier to understanding, hoping that the listener would find it easier to comprehend and follow his instructions to complete the task.
Tonks seemed to understand, but started recalling some unpleasant things, things that made him angry just thinking about them, yet his hair color didn't change at all.
Just then, Lupin came over with his parents. "Professor Lockhart, it's me."
Before he could finish speaking, Tonks, who was sitting next to him, suddenly turned pink, startling him.
"!!!"
Lupin paused for a moment, then looked around warily, nervously advising, "It's best not to cast spells in places with so many Muggles, especially where there might be cameras!"
Tonks' face flushed instantly; this was supposed to be her warning to others, as an Auror.
"Hahaha," Lockhart laughed from the side, his mischievous laughter making Tonks almost unable to hold back.
"We haven't properly introduced her yet. This is Nymphadora Tonks, a member of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic..."
Lockhart began his introductions, then paused, looking at Lupin who seemed to know him well but was being very polite by not interrupting him. "You two know each other?"
"We met there during the attack on the school train." (Chapter 196)
Zhan Ping's words only made Tonks more embarrassed.
The last time they met, Tonks was almost ambushed by a follower of the Dark Lord who was pretending to be dead. The wolf-fox nearly fell over while dodging, but Lupin ran over and caught her.
"Alright, then no need for introductions." Lockhart was too lazy to think about it further. Everyone has their own destiny. He didn't believe that Lupin was destined to be Tonks, or that Tonks was destined to be Lupin. If the two were destined to be together, then so be it. If they weren't, he wouldn't do anything because of the effects of his time travel.
He was rather curious about the Lupin family's situation.
Lyle's (Lupin's father) happy smile provided the answer: "He said he would come with you to my lab to help out."
understood.
Lockhart smiled, but before he could say anything, Lu Ping, standing opposite him, suddenly changed his expression and exclaimed, "Watch out!"
boom!
The violent shaking and roaring sounded as if the sky had collapsed in an instant.
In fact, they're pretty much the same.
The ceiling above the restaurant collapsed with a deafening roar, carrying the terrifying weight of dozens of floors above it.
Such a dramatic change happened almost instantly, leaving no time for anyone to react. Countless screams in the hotel were instantly drowned out by the roar of the building.
A massive cloud of smoke rose from the bustling street, its terrifying weight collapsing with a force far beyond human imagination, instantly sweeping across every corner of the city with its terrifying power.
Lupin was in despair at that moment.
He reached the most beautiful moment of his life, returning to his parents' side and pouring out their longing for each other over the past ten years. The barriers of the past had long been washed away by time and emotion, leaving only the tenderness of relying on each other.
He hadn't felt this warmth in so long.
However, fate always seemed to play tricks on him, and all the beautiful things in the world were destroyed, ravaged, and tormented his heart one after another.
He watched in utter despair as one of the diners in the restaurant suddenly stood up, pulled something out of his pocket, and threw it at the ceiling with an extremely cruel, maniacal laugh on his face.
Then, a violent explosion occurred.
His speed was so fast that no one could react in time. No matter how much he had been tempered during the war and his wanderings, he simply didn't have time to react.
He only had time to scream and turn around to grab his parents, trying to use Apparition, but the terrifying building crashed down with a deafening roar.
He could only faintly hear a howling sound that seemed to come from the river of time, a sound that distorted the constraints of space and time, echoing strangely in his mind.
"Restore it to its original state!"
Instantly.
Everything seemed to flow backwards, and he could still feel the phantom pain of being smashed flat. He stared in astonishment as everything in front of him was flying rapidly upwards.
Reassembly, assembly, and bonding.
"Ah~~~" 9
A Muggle in a nearby seat, still screaming, suddenly looked around in surprise, then touched his head, staring at the ceiling in disbelief, muttering, "Was that just a hallucination?"
Oh, that's obviously not a hallucination.
Because everyone saw it!
Almost everyone was screaming, and many people were running outside like madmen. From the distant staircase came the sound of a thousand horses galloping, as if countless people were running down from above.
Terrified screams, cries, laughter—the emotions of life surged under the threat of death, and everyone went mad.
Lockhart slowly stood up from his chair and reached out his left hand to catch an ostrich egg that looked to be well wrapped in colorful paper strips as it floated down from the ceiling.
"What is this?"
Lockhart looked at the object in his hand with some confusion, then turned to look at the others.
Tonks seemed still immersed in the terror of his near-death experience, standing there dumbfounded, shaking his head in a daze.
"The Cellar-Popping Fruit!" Lyle Lupin's voice trembled slightly. "A prank toy!"
"A prank?" Lockhart said, unable to understand.
"It will suddenly vibrate in the middle of the night or after being left for a while. Many people will put it in the cellar to scare others—" Lyle Lupin swallowed hard. "The one you have is either specially made or something that few people know has a powerful destructive force on cement structures."
Good guy.
Lockhart stared in amazement at the little gadget in his hand. It couldn't even be called a weapon of war; it was just a prank toy. How could it have caused such a terrible attack?
He casually shoved it into Tonks's hand and, amidst the chaotic crowd, slowly walked toward the person who had orchestrated this horrific attack.
That's outrageous!
Really!
The person in front of me is actually a Muggle!
"For the sake of..." The Muggle looked at Lockhart's wand in horror, wanting to take a step back, but for some reason he couldn't move.
She didn't even have the magic to see a huge werewolf shadow behind her, choking her neck, looking down and staring at her head with its gaping maw full of fangs.
"For Voldemort!"
She shouted and frantically tried to pull the gun out of the edge of her coat pocket.
But she seemed too nervous; with a thud, the gun in her hand rolled to the ground, slid a short distance, and finally stopped at Lockhart's feet.
"!!!" She swallowed nervously.
Finally, Lockhart stood before her, looking down at her face, which was a mixture of excitement and fear, and asked softly, "You know Voldemort?"
The Muggle shrank his neck and nodded, hunching over and crouching low with great fear.
"Did he send you?" Lockhart asked again.
He shook his head blankly.
Do you know me?
He shook his head blankly.
"Then why did you launch the attack?" Lockhart exuded an extremely terrifying aura, like the suppression of the top of the food chain, frantically eroding the Muggle's mind, forcing her to dare not have any resistance, and answering whatever was asked.
"My husband! My husband!" The Muggle woman's voice began to choke. "He followed Voldemort in doing some great things, and I heard he was persecuted and sent to Azkaban prison. I don't even know where Azkaban is!"
Was it the train attack on Hogwarts before?
Lockhart pressed for more details and finally confirmed his guess.
Soon, a large number of Aurors and Ministry of Magic employees surrounded the area.
Their reaction this time was incredibly fast, considering that the Muggle hotel wasn't far from the Ministry of Magic building.
Then Rita quickly followed the scent and arrived.
"Professor Lockhart, may I ask you something?" Rita excitedly called out to the photographer while quickly snapping a picture, holding a quill pen and asking loudly.
"No comment!" A roar rang out from the side. Fudge led a group of people straight to Lockhart, shoving Rita aside. He waved his hand, signaling the deputy minister Umbridge to deal with Rita, this annoying reporter.
"Professor Lockhart, thank goodness for you!" Fudge was so nervous that he kept wiping his sweat. Looking at the Aurors around him who were busy casting Oblivion Charms on Muggles, he was relieved to see that the situation had stabilized. He was still full of lingering fear.
Lockhart shook his head. "I'm just trying to save myself."
He gestured somewhat strangely to the Muggle, "The perpetrator of this attack was a Muggle. Have you ever seen an attack like this before?"
Fudge looked at the Muggle with icy eyes. "Of course not! I can't even imagine it, just with a toy!"
Yes, it is in the north.
Times are indeed changing quietly.
The destruction caused by Muggle magic will likely shake all wizarding factions worldwide.
"You'd better go back to school right now!" Fudge pulled Lockhart aside and whispered a reminder. "I suspect it's not that simple. Let Dumbledore worry about this. You'd better not get involved."