allendalepharm Chapter 197 Tom, you love me.
Chapter 197 Tom, you love me.
Chapter 197 Tom, you love me.
The Dementors roamed around, the sky hung low, thunder rumbled in the clouds, and lightning struck across the heavens and earth.
The dark wizards, riding on flying broomsticks, quickly chased after the Pegasus, waving their wands, and beams of light, some invisible and some with dazzling colors, pierced the sky.
A massive vortex churned and twisted in the sky, its contents a kaleidoscope of colors, like hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of oil paintings thrown into chaos. Various images flickered, yet no one could make out what they were.
The enormous Pegasus flapped its huge wings, weaving and darting, constantly approaching the vortex.
"Gidero Lockhart!"
A sharp roar suddenly approached from afar, so fast that the sound was stretched and overlapped, making people feel uncomfortable.
Top magic masters are almost completely different beings from ordinary wizards.
Lockhart's in-depth exploration of the Oblivion Charm, centered on memory, abandoned the concepts of time and space, allowing magic to take root in adventure, thus unleashing such wondrous magical effects in Apparition and Patronus Charms.
Voldemort's profound exploration of the realm of life, anchored in the soul, discarded concepts such as the body and matter.
The flight spells he cast far exceeded the average person's concept of "speed," allowing him to travel across vast distances in an instant.
His speed was so fast that he appeared in front of Lockhart on the giant Pegasus in an instant, leaving a trail of pitch-black afterimages in everyone's eyes.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort was cruel; without even thinking or hesitating, he directly cast the most vicious Killing Curse.
A vibrant green magical light tore through the sky, extending towards Lockhart.
Amid the exclamations of the young wizards and the malevolent gaze from within Voldemort's hood, Lockhart merely smiled slightly.
The spell's light struck Lockhart in an instant, and the terrifying magic spread outwards, creating a desolate and chilling atmosphere of life withering away.
however!
However, Lockhart was completely unharmed.
He smiled at Voldemort, even raising an eyebrow slightly. "Tom, didn't you eat? Who could you kill with that kind of force?"
"This is impossible!" Voldemort waved his wand again.
Emerald green magical light, like plasma, erupted from the tip of his wand, whipping through the air like a lash as he swung it, finally striking Lockhart.
The terrifying emerald green plasma bound Lockhart like ropes, ensuring he had no chance of escaping the attack.
But it still didn't work!
It's outrageous!
There is no magic to defend against the Killing Curse in this world. This is a cruel fact that has been proven by the lives of countless top wizards and powerful wizards over thousands of years.
However, Lockhart seemed completely unharmed.
"How could this be!" Voldemort couldn't help but exclaim again.
"I've already told you the answer," Lockhart said gently. "You can't kill someone without any force, Tom."
He wasn't lying.
The Killing Curse is not necessarily fatal. If the wizard casting the spell is not malicious and the desire to attack is not strong enough, it will at most cause the victim to have a stomachache. This is something that many Defense Against the Dark Arts professors mention when teaching the three Unforgivable Curses.
That's the truth. Subconsciously, Tom didn't want to kill Lockhart at all. Subconsciously, he wasn't even purely malicious, let alone harboring pure hatred.
because-
This is love.
Lockhart stole the love hidden within the curse of Hogwarts from Voldemort, filling the void left by that love.
Moreover, it's familial love, specifically love for one's mother.
So, Tom, you do love me.
Tom, please call me—the life thief!
"Just drop me off here," Lockhart said with a smile, looking at Voldemort.
"???" Voldemort looked at him with some doubt, then looked around in surprise and realized that they had unknowingly entered the wildly spinning vortex.
膨~
A spatial explosion, as if a phantom had been teleported, caused his vision to stretch as he saw Pegasus leap out and arrive above the Hogwarts Castle complex. Then, the entire scene shattered, transforming into a vast, white expanse filled with howling winds.
Voldemort cautiously surveyed his surroundings, rapidly waving his wand and unleashing various detective and protective spells. It took him a full ten minutes to confirm that no one was lying in ambush for him.
He was actually "exiled" by Lockhart to the Antarctic glacier!
"How dare you!"
He roared in anger, then suddenly realized something terrible.
The followers he had painstakingly gathered were still attacking the Hogwarts Train!
The wind howled, and he was moving so fast that glaciers, oceans, and islands seemed to recede into the distance like phantoms.
The Flying Spell—how terrifying!
However, as he flew, he suddenly stopped, his eyes darting around.
He suddenly remembered Lockhart's earlier statement that "Dumbledore and the others will be here soon," and if he rushed over now, he would probably find himself in an extremely passive predicament.
If he had been resurrected with his complete body, that would be fine, but now that he's possessed the body of the werewolf Fenrir Greyback, he's already at his limit and has no chance against Dumbledore, who possesses the Elder Wand, one of the Deathly Hallows.
Selfish as he was, he made a decision quickly.
There's no hope of saving them. Facing the Dementors dispatched by the Ministry of Magic, with the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore nearby, and likely with Aurors joining the fray, the situation is already quite clear.
He roared angrily, turned and flew in another direction, decisively abandoning the group of men he was leading.
Since they can no longer be of help, why bother going to save them?
Voldemort's guess was clearly correct.
Dumbledore was saddened to discover that Tom, whom he had been waiting for, had run away! He had simply abandoned his men and fled with his tail between his legs!
"Lohart let him go," Gellert speculated maliciously from the side.
Dumbledore pursed his lips and said nothing.
"He's not exactly loyal to you. I can tell he's intentionally trying to avoid a more intense war and hoping to deal with Voldemort in a gentler way." Gellert was still chattering away. "I suspect he might not even be happy to see Voldemort die, at least not right now."
"Of course, we can even make this bold guess: he doesn't want Voldemort to die now, perhaps because you're still alive?"
Dumbledore turned around, looked at Gellert with a deep gaze, and said simply, "No one can truly understand a person."
Gellert was momentarily stunned, and after a moment of bewilderment, exclaimed, "Why do I feel like you're implying something?"
Dumbledore rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with this manipulative fellow any longer, and turned to find the school professors and members of the Auror office.
He did not invite the members of the Order of the Phoenix to appear in their own names; he did not invite the Weasleys or others, but instead invited professors from the school.
The following year, Remus Lupin, who took office as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, was given the important task of finding Sirius Black's whereabouts, and he secretly hid in the professor's team.
The battle quickly subsided. As news of Dumbledore's arrival spread, and the uniformed Aurors, with the help of the jailer Dementors, surrounded everyone and joined forces to cast spells that restricted the use of Apparition in the area, Voldemort's men had no choice but to give up their resistance.
They will be sent to the Wizengamot court for trial, and then transferred to Azkaban.
Attacking a train full of students is unacceptable at any level of society, and they may be imprisoned for life.
"Dumbledore." Lupin strode over, glanced at Grindelwald, and shook his head at Dumbledore. "He's not here."
Dumbledore's expression was somber. "He'll definitely go after Harry. I need you to keep an eye on things for me."
Lupin nodded. "Don't worry, I—I really want to find him too, Dumbledore. I don't believe he would really betray Potter. There must be some hidden story we don't know."
"Don't think too highly of people!" Grindelwald chuckled coldly from the side. "No one can truly see through a person!"
"!!!" Dumbledore turned around abruptly and stared at him sharply.
"There's no way around it. At our age, we've seen far too much betrayal—" Grindelwald shrugged, his gaze wistful, "even from our closest friends!"
Lupin blinked, unsure whether he should continue standing there.
He glanced around warily, feigning nonchalance, then suddenly shouted "Watch out!" and rushed forward, wand in hand, even as a seemingly clumsy young pink-haired Auror witch stumbled to the ground.