allendalepharm Chapter 169 Voldemort's Deal
Chapter 169 Voldemort's Deal
Chapter 169 Voldemort's Deal
"Corban Yaxley..."
Lockhart's previously languid face tensed, his gaze sharpening. "He intended to kill me!"
"Tom!" He stood up, looking directly at the other man. "Tell me, if someone tried to kill you, would you let them go?"
"Don't call me Tom!" Voldemort growled angrily, radiating an inexplicable sense of irritation.
This might be because a blurry, indistinct image suddenly popped up from the depths of his soul's memory, yet it was filled with intense, sincere, and regretful emotions that he found particularly objectionable.
It could also be the anxiety and restlessness of losing control over the future that made him, the "most terrifying dark wizard in history," somewhat unable to cope with prophecy, time, and fate—these inexplicable magical realms.
Of course, it's also possible that the "trouble bugs," dark magic creatures that have sprung up again in the corner of the room, have quietly entered the brain of his deformed body, which is in a rather bad state.
He tried his best to suppress the chaotic thoughts in his mind and clear his mind so that it wouldn't be affected by them.
But such an approach is clearly ineffective.
Just as the frown faded from my brow, it rose in my heart again.
When his thoughts returned from his brain to his subconscious, he didn't even realize what was happening. In the past, if someone had dared to call him by his real name, he would have instinctively drawn his wand and immediately attacked.
He did not.
He just stared coldly at Lockhart.
Lockhart shrugged. "Alright, Voldemort, let's get back into a peaceful communication atmosphere, shall we? I think it will be helpful for both of us."
Voldemort remained silent.
"You just mentioned a deal..." Lockhart's attitude was sincere.
In fact, Corban was of little use to him. The only thing he could still use was to study wolfsbane, but that was no better than going to Lyle Lupin, who had opened a backdoor in Corban's soul and hoped that the guy could return to Voldemort's side.
Having formal training isn't scary; Voldemort is truly dangerous.
If Lockhart were to truly live in this wizarding world, he would need to have some backup plans to guard against this Dark Lord who has too many treacherous methods.
"I need to know what you're offering in return for this deal."
"I must remind you, Coban is trying to kill me. You can't just give me some trivial thing to fob me off; I won't agree to that."
Voldemort slowly raised his hand.
A ghostly green flame surged from the fireplace behind him, carrying an eerie, swirling flow and electric sparks resembling thought signals, rapidly filling the room.
The book "Where Are the Dark Magic Creatures?" on the small round table floated up, rapidly changing shape in the flames, and slowly drifted towards Lockhart.
Wow~~~
The Dark Lord in the flames was terrifying, but Lockhart was completely unconcerned about the imposing aura he was projecting, staring dumbfounded at the scene before him.
He'd seen that scene before!
In his past life, Lockhart recalled watching the movie "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," where Queenie, the witch, made apple pie for Jacob, a Muggle. That magical scene was, in Lockhart's eyes, the most magical magic in the Harry Potter series.
"A kitchen magic spell?!" Lockhart exclaimed involuntarily. "A household magic spell can be used like this?"
Voldemort's lips twitched. He was reluctant to admit that the Death Flame spell, which Death Eaters used to kneel in fear of, did indeed have some elements of culinary magic in its internal workings.
Damn, how did this guy figure it out at a glance?
"Gilderoy Lockhart, I know men like you." Voldemort's face, wrapped in layers of bandages, revealed no expression. His voice was deep. "You crave magic, you seek magic, so the part of the deal I offer is also magic."
"A spell you can't refuse!"
The books floated before him, and Lockhart looked up and was astonished to see the words "The Unquenchable Flame of Life" written on the cover.
"It can't extend your lifespan, but it can keep you young forever, maintaining your bodily functions at their peak until you die of old age." Voldemort's voice was full of temptation. "Think of Dumbledore, who is getting older and his movements are becoming sluggish, and Nicolas Flamel, who is worried about breaking his bones even when he sneezes. You should know how precious this magic must be."
Lockhart swallowed hard, his expression very serious. "If what you say is true, then Corban is not worth trading magic for. Yes, he's nothing compared to this kind of magic."
Voldemort chuckled. "This spell has had a flaw since I invented it, but I won't tell you what it is. So, you still dare..."
Before he could finish his provocative words, Lockhart had already grabbed the book floating in mid-air. "Deal!"
This doesn't mean Lockhart was blinded by greed, but rather that he agreed because it had a flaw that made the transaction fair.
This person...
Don't want to owe yourself anything?
Voldemort frowned, somewhat annoyed by the sudden appearance of this "former close friend."
He gave Lockhart a deep look. "Take Corban back to the Ministry of Magic and report to your superiors that you no longer need this criminal. Have them send him to Azkaban."
The eerie green flames surged and brightened, enveloping his entire body like a mist.
"You don't need to worry about the rest."
The flames vanished with a bang.
Voldemort has disappeared without a trace.
"Wow!" Lockhart exclaimed again, "It even incorporates the magic of Floo's Fireplace?"
The ocean of magical knowledge seemed boundless, always offering something that fascinated him; it was truly wondrous.
Lockhart clicked his tongue in amazement. After his friends secretly checked the house and found no strange magic or spells, and confirmed that Voldemort had indeed left, he picked up the book and began to open it.
The Unquenchable Flame of Life
The book is thin. As a magic notebook, it doesn't explain every point of knowledge in a simple and easy-to-understand way like Lockhart's books. It contains a lot of obscure content and vocabulary.
Some content that is difficult to explain directly in English is annotated using ancient runes and words from African tribes.
But this wasn't too difficult for Lockhart.
Because he so deeply absorbed the wisdom of Tom Riddle from the Horcruxes in the diary, and had a foundation in some of Voldemort's magical ideas and thoughts, reading this book now is equivalent to advanced learning.
This is a work representing a phase in Old Voldemort's exploration of the magic of life; it consists of three parts.
Exploring the principles of magical images and ghosts.
The mysterious relationship between soul and body.
And the study of the magical bloodlines of pure-blood wizards.
Every wizard who embarks on the path of magic has their own magical philosophy, connecting everything together, such as Lockhart's "Fairy Tale".
For Voldemort, it was undoubtedly—magical bloodline.
It is painful for people with different ideas to read other people's works. Lockhart had to frown as he looked at the so-called "pure-blood supremacy" ideology and ideas throughout the entire Magic Notebook.
It's quite strange that Old Voltaire's adoption of the "pure-blood supremacy" ideology wasn't just a slogan he put forward to drive his subordinates. He didn't actually have that much political wisdom. On the contrary, it was a belief he had always held from the bottom of his heart.
This unwavering belief in purebloods stems from his own study of the soul and body.
The book contains many conclusions.
In essence, there are only a few key points.
—The soul determines the state of the body.
—The soul of a pure-blood wizard is different from that of a Muggle wizard, or even from any Muggle; it possesses an additional magical bloodline. (For example, his Parsleyan voice is a magical bloodline ability inherited from his ancestors.)
Therefore, he believed that the bodies of pure-blood wizards were fundamentally different from those of Muggles and other Muggle species.
—Using this magical bloodline as an anchor point to cast a resurrection spell will make the extremely difficult resurrection spell incredibly easy, and each resurrection is a 'purification' of the magical bloodline possessed by the body.
The so-called "body always maintaining its peak condition" is actually a method that uses the soul as an anchor and then constantly refreshes the body through magical power. The book describes this simplified resurrection spell, which overlays itself with this "refresh," as a pure bloodline purification magic.
Gone.
That's all.
Lockhart could roughly guess what the so-called defect was.
First, refreshing the body with the soul as the anchor point means that the soul cannot have any problems, otherwise the refreshed body will also have problems.
For example, no nose.
Secondly, the absence of a nose may not even be a problem with the soul, but rather that the so-called "magical bloodline" cannot truly represent a complete self. Each refresh brings about a bloodline reversion, which may lead the wizard to a non-human state.
But this is not without a solution.
Lockhart, thinking through his own magical philosophy, envisioned a non-human state, or even a magical creature state, evolving into a wizard state—isn't that the same idea behind cultivating dark magic creatures?
The method is simple: by participating more in wizarding life and adventures, wizards will be drawn back into the human state of nature, environment, and society.
For example—ruling the world?
Lockhart raised an eyebrow, somewhat understanding why Voldemort was now completely turning against Dumbledore. He had no choice but to do this, otherwise Voldemort, with his Parsleyan accent, might really become a snake king.
hey-hey……
interesting.
(End of this chapter)