allendalepharm Chapter 217 Voldemort's Wand
Chapter 217 Voldemort's Wand
Chapter 217 Voldemort's Wand
Lockhart and Snape quickly set out to search for Peter Pettigrew.
This was no easy task; Peter Pettigrew was far more cunning than imagined, and the mouse footprints in the tracking powder quickly disappeared.
"That damned rat!"
Snape cursed angrily, somewhat annoyed.
Animagus are truly exceptional in a certain respect, because when a wizard becomes an Animagus, he can only transform into an ordinary animal, and his spirituality and even his thoughts are suppressed, leaving him without any magical fluctuations.
As a result, many detection methods targeting wizards and magical creatures became ineffective!
Snape was getting anxious.
If his malicious speculation is correct, those attempting to capture Pettigrew at the now-closed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry should be divided into three factions.
Dumbledore is one of the proponents who believes that Dumbledore might treat Peter Pettigrew the same way he treated him, willing to give Pettigrew a chance to become a hero.
Interestingly, Snape and Sirius were on the same side—they both wished they could just kill Peter Pettigrew.
Finally, Lupin was on one side. Snape believed that Lupin and Sirius had completely different demands. Lupin might be more interested in exonerating Sirius than in seeking revenge, and was the one who would save Peter Pettigrew's life.
Therefore, Snape believed that finding Pettigrew himself would give him a much better chance of revenge than Sirius would be at the mercy of Jampin's elbow if Sirius found Pettigrew!
But the problem now is that he can't find Peter Pettigrew.
"You have to help me!" Snape glared at Lockhart. "It's because of you that he has the chance to escape!"
Lockhart was speechless. "You just said that everyone has their own needs and that you wouldn't blame anyone for that."
"That was just now!" Snape waved his wand angrily, and an invisible and extremely sharp wave swept forward, instantly destroying several ancient trees in the Forbidden Forest that had lived for thousands of years, causing them to collapse with a crash.
"All right."
Lockhart shrugged helplessly. "My approach is different from yours. As I've said before, I look for solutions based on specific characteristics."
"Special characteristics?" Snape frowned.
“Peter Pettigrew is good at finding a way out of a dead end, right? That’s what you said.” Lockhart reached into his pocket and pulled out a wisp of smoke. “So all I have to do is give him a way out.”
Snape still didn't understand.
But he quickly understood.
The cloud of smoke shot out quickly, hovered in mid-air for a moment, and then crashed down under the collapsed tree. It then slowly transformed into a figure wearing a wizard's robe, who stood up from under the tree.
A pair of cold, red-glowing eyes peeked from beneath the wide hood, and a deep voice asked, "Who just fired that 'Shadowless Strike'?"
"Oh~~~"
He trailed off as he slowly emerged from behind the trees, barefoot, his feet as pale as his body. "Severus, it's been a long time."
Snape was stunned. His reason told him that this was Lockhart's Boggart in disguise, but he couldn't help but take a step back, gripping his wand tightly and watching the familiar figure before him with great vigilance.
"That's incredibly rude of you, Severus. Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Voldemort's voice sounded angry, growing increasingly cold, and a terrifying aura, so intense it was suffocating and sent chills down one's spine, began to permeate the surroundings. Snape felt a sense of fear involuntarily creeping over him.
He looked around warily, instinctively trying to find a way out, only to discover that Lockhart had disappeared without a trace.
All he could see was a venomous snake on a branch above where Lockhart had just been standing, staring coldly at him.
Moreover, more and more venomous snakes and insects are crawling around in the forbidden forest.
He vaguely smelled a potion similar to a mixture of winged demon venom, and his head began to feel dizzy, as if he couldn't think straight.
Suddenly, a terrifying thought popped into Snape's mind—could Voldemort really be hiding in Hogwarts?
After all, if Peter Pettigrew dared to do that, what wouldn't Voldemort dare to do?
Lockhart also mentioned that he fought Voldemort yesterday, and now the entire Hogwarts is under lockdown.
Where did Lockhart fight? It couldn't have been in the Forbidden Forest, could it?
"I-"
Snape didn't know what to say to Voldemort at this moment. His feelings were extremely complicated, and he only knew to use Occlumency in time.
"Haha~"
Just then, a laugh rang in his ears, and the shadow of a red magic cloak flashed by. Lockhart was already beside him, pointing at Voldemort with great glee, "How about it, doesn't it look like him?"
Shhh!
Snape broke out in a cold sweat, and as the mountain breeze blew through the woods, he felt a chill on his back and forehead.
He struggled to suppress the urge to beat Lockhart up, staring at the 'Voldemort' before him with a strange expression.
He simply gave a low "hmm".
After a long pause, he asked, "Are you sure Peter Pettigrew will come looking for him?"
Lockhart shrugged. "I just remembered that you told me your analysis that Peter Pettigrew can't be small. After thinking about it carefully, I suddenly realized something that most people don't know."
"—Peter Pettigrew has his wand, the wand with the core of a phoenix feather!"
Snape was stunned. "How is this possible!"
Yes, isn't it strange?
But Pettigrew does indeed have Voldemort's wand.
After confirming it several times, Snape had to frown as he recalled the events he dared not recall at all—the night Voldemort killed Lily, the Killing Curse was reflected back, leading to Voldemort's death, and his body and wand were naturally in that hut in Godric's Hollow.
He clearly remembered that when he was holding Lily's body and weeping, Dumbledore arrived there. How could Dumbledore not have gone to take Voldemort's wand?
It's impossible to ignore it. To find out what happened and to determine Voldemort's condition, casting a Flashback Charm on Voldemort's wand is the most normal approach.
Can..-.
Is it now in Peter Pettigrew's hands?
"Are you sure?" Snape's gaze was sharp.
"Yes, that's right." Lockhart certainly wouldn't be mistaken about this. After Peter Pettigrew resurrected Voldemort, he presented him with Voldemort's wand, and it was definitely Voldemort's original wand. After all, the phoenix feather cores that matched the wands in Voldemort's and Harry's hands were extremely important, and were even once a key prophecy in which Harry always managed to overcome Voldemort.
Snape was silent for a long while. "I need that wand!"
"Hmm?" Lockhart asked, somewhat puzzled.
"There is a terrible potion specifically designed to target wands. Few potions masters know about it because it was invented during the goblin rebellion to target wizards. Later, the Ministry of Magic passed a law strictly prohibiting the spread of this potion, and now even the prohibition is hidden."
Snape's eyes were filled with malice. "It'd better be back in Mystic's hands."
Majelohart exclaimed in amazement, never imagining that such a magical potion existed in the world.
"Then it depends on Peter Pettigrew's cooperation."
Lockhart waved, and Boggart, Little Golden Hair, the Wrongfully Killed Fairy, the Winged Demon, and the Sack Cover each found a corner to hide in, ready to jump out at any moment to give Peter Pettigrew a surprise.
Watching this scene unfold, Snape confirmed that the person he had just faced was indeed the Boggart, and breathed a sigh of relief at the atmosphere created by the other dark magic creatures. He then asked again, "Tell me, is the Mystic actually at Hogwarts?"
This is a good question.
Lockhart paused for a moment, then blinked. "I really didn't know that."
Yeah, did Voldemort sneak into Hogwarts again?
"!!!"
Lockhart returned to the mushroom house on the other side of the Forbidden Forest late at night. He saw Lupin walking wearily from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, carrying a wolf cub in his arms.
"The giant eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest are becoming an infestation; I must speak with Dumbledore about this!"
"Hagrid couldn't make any decisions at all; he wanted to protect these creatures, yet he was tormented by the fact that these creatures were harming other creatures."
The wolf cub kept howling, so Lupin quickly took out a giant eight-eyed spider leg from his trench coat pocket and gave it to the cub to eat.
Finally, things quieted down.
Lockhart looked at the wolf cub with curiosity. Even though he had seen it many times, he couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful creature. "It's amazing. We know very well that werewolves are non-existent beings of dark magic, but this one is a magical animal with biological characteristics."
Lupin silently stroked the wolf cub's fur, his head bowed, seemingly lost in thought.
"I've been wanting to tell you this for a while."
Lockhart sighed. "I'm good friends with Lyle, and he misses you very, very much."
Lyle Lupin, Remus Lupin's father.
Lupin was finally moved, and nervously looked up. "How is he now?"
Lockhart shook his head. "He captured some Muggle criminals, infected them with wolfsbane, and often did some horrific research with these werewolves, hoping to one day atone for his past mistakes and bring his child back to him."
"He shouldn't have done that!" Lupin exclaimed, alarmed. "If anyone finds out, he'll be sent to Azkaban!"
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Illegally spreading wolf poison, creating werewolves, and seriously violating the secrecy law—any one of these charges would be enough to send Lupin's father to Azkaban for imprisonment until his death.
“No one else knows.” Lockhart laughed when he saw Lupin’s gaze become wary. “You don’t need to worry that I will tell anyone, because I also helped out at Lyle’s lab. Legally speaking, I am an accomplice and I contributed a lot.”
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Lu Ping suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, clenching his fists, but still couldn't help but sob and wail. He knelt on the ground, his young but already gray hair hanging down on his scarred face, looking extremely painful.
Although this was a cruel act, Lockhart was certain that the Lupin before him was indeed Lupin.
Lockhart's gaze softened, and he asked softly, "Would you like to see him? I'm worried that he might inject himself with wolfsbane in order to get you back to him, and your mother too."
By then, the whole family will be werewolves, and there will be no need for the son to hide from him and wander the streets anymore.