allendalepharm Chapter 208 Just for me!
Chapter 208 Just for me!
Chapter 208 Just for me!
Lockhart and his favorite student Tom's research did not go very smoothly.
Because Tom, the wizard who is madly chasing "me", instinctively resists the terrible stuff called "Compound Soup".
"Professor, have you ever considered that if someone drinks the compound decoction and becomes a different person, will the child they give birth to be their own, or the child of that transformed person?"
this-
Lockhart blinked, pondering this incredibly bombshell question, and finally shook his head, admitting that he didn't know everything.
"I've checked the records, and the Lestrange family history does mention this."
The Lestrange family, one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Pure-Blood Families, now has only two male members left, along with one of their wives, Bella, all of whom are Death Eaters and are currently imprisoned in Azkaban.
Tom spoke of this with extreme disgust, his handsome face scrunching up. "A wife with no morals, using large amounts of compound potions to transform herself into the appearance of other women in order to satisfy her husband's disgusting bedroom desires."
"The end result was that the husband of the Lestrange family and the wife of the Gaunt family gave birth to a child of the Shackles family."
P.S.: The Shackle family members are generally dark-skinned, making them easy to recognize.
"This incident caused a huge uproar in those days, making everyone feel insecure, fearing that someone might pick up their hair or dandruff at some point and they would suddenly have an extra blood relative."
"As you know, the bond between blood relatives is extraordinary, especially if someone casts a blessing, curse, or fate spell on the child, it can easily affect the wizard who is unaware that he has offspring."
"Some are fatal, while others are enough to influence a person's character, decisions, biases, and everything else without being noticed at all."
Lockhart was stunned by what he heard.
"A single hair can completely transform a person into another, even if the soul and thoughts remain the same, all the memories, instincts, and bloodlines carried by the body are altered!"
Tom gestured to the blackboard where the professor had discussed werewolves during his lecture, and said, "Wolfsbane, I think, is the same principle as this hair that forcibly transforms on the night of a full moon."
"Your resurrection spell!" Lockhart suddenly realized.
"What?" Tom looked bewildered.
"You plan to use the basilisk to resurrect. Is it that, to the basilisk, this fragment of your soul is like that hair, possessing the basilisk's body and eventually transforming into your own appearance?" Lockhart said excitedly, gesturing with his hands.
Tom fell silent. He had clearly not realized the two things were connected. He shook his head with some regret. "I don't know, but the basilisk from Slytherin seems to have lost all its vitality because it has been through so many years."
He looked up at the basilisk that resembled a tattered rag coiled atop the Slytherin statue, and sighed, "I don't know why it became like this, but even if I use it to resurrect, it won't last long."
Lockhart patted the pocket of his wizard's robe, signaling the little golden retriever and Boggart hiding inside to be quiet and stop laughing in there, lest Tom notice something amiss.
"Would you like to give it a try?" he asked earnestly. "I recently learned a 'Mind Manifestation Spell,' which might help you, perhaps even help you maintain it for a longer time."
Tom hesitated, yet couldn't contain his anticipation, and asked tentatively, "Is it okay?"
"How will you know the result if you don't try? Theory is theory, but you'll know once you try." Lockhart excitedly pulled his wand from his pocket, hissing as he called for the basilisk to get down from the statue.
He briefly became Voldemort during his time travel adventure, gaining the ability to speak Parseltongue from that experience. Now, he can command Basilisks quite well using Parseltongue.
In fact, he simply couldn't speak the Pasculine dialect. The snake monster, which he and his companions had repeatedly agitated, had become docile, showing no trace of its former kingly power. Upon hearing the voice, it instinctively trembled, ultimately daring not to disobey.
It crawled pitifully towards the ground.
Tom disliked the snake monster.
That's just how he is; he defines everything in the world in only two ways: those that are useful to him and those that are useless to him.
Now this snake monster is just useless trash; I wouldn't even feel sorry for it if it died.
Therefore, Tom was somewhat resistant.
He considered himself to be the best, and therefore believed that the things he used should also be top-notch.
For example, Horcruxes. Of course, using a grain of sand or an inconspicuous brick to make a Horcrux would better disguise his weakness, but he just doesn't want to, he insists on using the best materials to make it.
"Even just for one day?" Lockhart coaxed. "Tom, how long has it been since you had a hot meal? How long has it been since you had a good night's sleep as a human being? Doesn't your soul get tired?"
Tom shook his head. "Professor, existing in a soul state is a very special experience. I don't have much desire for anything related to human food, drink, shelter, or transportation."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed the professor's wand tremble.
Forget everything!
A silent spell!
Tom was momentarily dazed, looking somewhat bewildered at the approaching basilisk, conflicted and hesitant.
"Voldemort is looking for you everywhere. Perhaps you need a body so that you won't be powerless to resist him once he finds you," Professor Lockhart's voice came from beside me.
Tom's pupils dilated in shock, and he turned to Lockhart in disbelief. "You know I'm Voldemort?"
Oh~
Excuse me!
Got it wrong!
Come again!
Forget everything!
"Weren't you always trying to find a way to revive me? You're not even willing to make this one attempt—"
Forget everything!
"Perhaps this is an opportunity to become human and live in Hogwarts—"
Forget everything!
I tried it more than a dozen times.
"Just for me!" Lockhart was too lazy to find a reason to persuade Tom. He habitually waved his wand, casually uttering some perfunctory lines, and habitually continued to wave his wand.
"Okay!" Tom nodded in agreement.
"Forget everything—" Hmm? Wait a minute!
Lockhart suddenly asked, "Are you sure?"
Tom took a deep breath, as if suppressing his emotions. "I know, Professor, you've always been exploring the magical realm of dark magic creature defense and cultivation. You don't need my help at all. You said it was for your own good, but actually you wanted to help me—..."
The slightly choked voice he forcefully suppressed made the tone of his voice sound strange. "I've decided to give it a try!"
emmm....
Lockhart really wanted to say, is it possible that Tom, in my eyes you are actually a kind of dark magic creature in a special state?
And your resurrection is essentially a process of transformation from a dark magic creature into a human?
"Don't say that." Lockhart patted the silly boy's head a little embarrassedly. "If you can be successfully resurrected, the professor will be very happy too."
Alright, let's begin the experiment.
Tom's original plan was to manipulate a wizard (Ginny) to absorb the human life force of the other party, and then use the flesh and blood of the basilisk servant to resurrect himself.
But this experiment was much simpler; Tom only needed to possess the basilisk.
This was incredibly easy for the parsnip-speaking dark wizard. Soon, beams of light emerged from the diary-like Horcrux, encircling his semi-transparent figure before drifting towards the basilisk.
The basilisk initially resisted and struggled, but it was quickly ordered by Tom in Parseltongue not to resist and helplessly waited for its body to be taken away.
While waiting, Lockhart looked curiously at the diary Horcrux beside him and found that it looked no different from an ordinary book.
A large amount of text appeared above, including Lockhart's, Ginny's, and even Lucius Malfoy's.
Ah, Hallucius, he doesn't seem to be so well-behaved either.
Lockhart flipped through Lucius's memories with great interest, and could clearly see that he had once tried extremely carefully to pretend that he wanted to communicate with Tom Riddle, but in the end he gained nothing.
Tom: Lucius, find a way to get the diary into the hands of one of the Weasleys!
Lucius: —Why Weasley?
Tom: Their magical bloodline helps maintain spirituality. You don't understand. I have more possibilities when I'm with the Weasleys.
this.
Lockhart blinked, realizing with a start that Lucius had probably not intended to bring Dumbledore to Hogwarts by stuffing the diary into Ginny's textbook!
Does it help maintain spirituality?
What kind of magical bloodline talent is this?
Lockhart kept going through the information in his mind, trying to find some related content.
Peter Pettigrew, who's been hiding in the Weasley family's house for over a decade? Arthur's flying car? The dark magic creature, the ghoul, in the attic?
Wow, he seems to have discovered something interesting!
As I was flipping through the pages, a hissing sound came from the side—"Professor, I'm ready."
Lockhart turned around and was almost startled. The already ugly basilisk suddenly had a bizarre face appear on its forehead, as if a large fleshy tumor had grown on its head.
The little golden retriever scurried out of the pocket and onto his shoulder, watching the snake monster warily, always on guard against the creature.
Boggart's hair, which had been falling from his trousers into inconspicuous strands, began to extend and climb through the cracks between the bricks. Before anyone noticed, the hair filled all the gaps, forming a large net of hair that seemed to follow the 'mold' of the floor tiles.
This is a very common dark magic creature called "Heartstrings" or "Tangles of Worries".
There was also a burlap sack cover; this red magic cloak fluttered in mid-air, silently covering everything around it in a way that even the basilisk couldn't see.
If anyone dares to attack Lockhart, they will definitely strike immediately!