allendalepharm Chapter 148 We are friends
Chapter 148 We are friends
Chapter 148 We are friends
Snape's future is one of a heart that is great because of its wholeness, while Lockhart's future is much more complex.
He stood at a crossroads, looking around, and saw all sorts of wonderful things unfolding in the depths of each road.
Some looked like magical artifacts, some looked like potions, there were also magic books, and there was also a towering guardian deity. There was a dazzling array of everything.
Lockhart made his choice without hesitation.
Rushing straight towards the magic books, reaping abundant rewards from the future ahead of time—it couldn't be more exhilarating.
However, he was soon struck by his own mental elbow.
It wasn't a werewolf trying to steal his magic book, but a tall, mature figure—the forest witch—who stood in front of him, saying, "I opened the path of the Call of the Wild for you, allowing you to walk the path of spirituality. You have clearly benefited from this, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to invent the magic 'Thunderstorm Mountain Fire' so quickly."
"Gilderoy Lockhart," she asked, "you promised me you'd help me rescue Gellert Grindelwald, didn't you?"
Did you try your best?
Lockhart felt somewhat ashamed; he hadn't done it yet, and he didn't know where to begin.
"I've always remembered, Ms. Benitez." His expression was very sincere. "But as you know, it wasn't an easy thing."
The forest witch stared at him intently, then nodded. "I know, because I am the voice within you. I'm just reminding you not to forget."
As she spoke, she vanished like smoke.
After taking a few more steps, another figure blocked his way.
She was a half-Hatian witch dressed in a brightly colored robe, her eyes glazed over, murmuring, "Mr. Lockhart, do you know who stole the most precious part of my life?"
Lockhart's gaze turned icy. As he looked around, one figure after another quickly appeared—powerful wizards whose memories had been stolen by the original owner.
"The person who stole your memories is dead. Your memories are indeed with me, but they are my spoils of war. Whether I return them to you or give you compensation depends solely on my mood and my moral standards."
Lockhart coldly stared at the figures. "I owe you nothing. Anyone who dares to block my way, I'll kill them one by one without a second thought!"
The wicked werewolf chuckled beside him, "Exactly, exactly, it's too hard to be a good person. The soul needs to fly freely; what's the point of carrying so much baggage?"
These figures were clearly terrified of the werewolves, and they retreated in panic, saying, "We don't want it anymore, we don't want it anymore."
"This is a good time to solve the problem." The werewolf, eager to try, licked his sharp fangs. "Let me go and kill them all?"
"You know this will work, right?"
"You have been waiting for the magic to bloom. Now, in this passage filled with the power of time and spirit, we can solve these problems once and for all, and they will never be able to affect you again."
"Bullshit!" Little Horse sneered from the side. "Killing solves nothing, Gilderoy. Dark magic is corrupting your mind. By letting Little Wolf kill these people now, you'll only be burdened with these sins forever!"
"Why do you keep going against me!" the werewolf glared fiercely at the pony.
The pony snorted, flicked its flowing mane, and ignored him, turning to Lockhart. "Look, it really is Amicus Caro, the Death Eater whose memories you stole, and Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord's cub. Are they here? No, they're not, because you haven't shown any remorse for what you did."
"It's not that they're holding you accountable, it's that you're holding yourself accountable. You need to actually make some changes in the real world, truly engage with life, and not just let yourself be free of any grudges."
"You are not a bad person, Gilderoy, otherwise I wouldn't exist."
"If that's the case, are you really willing to let magic solve everything completely?"
Lockhart was silent for a moment, then nodded and looked at the wizards whose memories had been stolen by the original owner. "That's right, it was the original owner who stole your memories. I have no remorse for this, so my werewolves are going to kill you."
"But I'm a bad person. I crave adventure and want to process your wonderful lives, so I feel guilty. I will make some changes and try to bring those memories back to you, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to let you pose a threat to me."
Lockhart didn't say anything more, after all, it was just a struggle within his own mind, rather than these people actually being there to hold him accountable.
He needs time to acquire more magical abilities in order to take control of a more complex life.
So he walked among the dozen or so wizards, and no one could stop him. He went straight to the magic book, reached out and took it down.
The book title is quite interesting—"Black Magic Creature Breeding" by Gilderoy Lockhart.
Black magic creature breeding.
This is the direction of magical research that Lockhart has chosen. He has actually quietly embarked on this path, and his friends around him have all benefited from it.
But this magical book before us is clearly so precious—it exists in the future, where our future selves have explored a viable path and compiled it into a book.
"Nice~!"
He couldn't help but exclaim once again, "Severus is amazing! He created such an outrageous potion."
Oh, on this point, he thought of that big shot, Grindelwald.
A prophet is an extremely rare existence among wizards, and in the eyes of someone who craves magic, this is equally absurd. Imagine, he only needs to decide to begin researching a spell, and then simply look into the future to know the effects of that spell within the limits of his own abilities, and then directly skip the research process to reap the abundant rewards.
Perhaps I should try to get in touch with this big shot as soon as possible.
Oh!
No, no!
Lockhart shook his head, quickly pulling himself out of the thought.
He discovered that he was also being affected by Severus's "Life Out of Control" potion, whose power was attempting to drag him into a state of life out of control as well.
Reason told him that Grindelwald's departure from Nurmengard would only lead to a loss of control over his otherwise relatively secure life.
He hasn't resolved some of his own problems, and he shouldn't let his environment become even more chaotic.
Don't rush.
Step by step.
He has a long life ahead of him.
……
……
Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~
The potion liquid echoed like the tide.
Lockhart and Snape reappeared in the office. They didn't know how long they had spent in that magical dark passage, but back in the real world, sunlight still streamed in through the window, as if time had not passed.
Snape strode forward, brandishing his wand, and grabbed a small glass bottle from a nearby shelf, collecting the potion floating in the sky.
Then grab it so tightly.
"Welcome to a life out of control." Lockhart smiled at him. "You've clearly made your choice."
Severus's life adventure has officially begun!
Snape glanced down at the regret pill in his hand, then looked out the window with a deep gaze. His face was full of complex emotions, a mixture of disappointment, melancholy, and a faint glimmer of hope and passion.
He finally smiled and looked at Lockhart, "Gidero, thank you."
"We're friends." Lockhart laughed heartily, genuinely happy to see his friend's good mood.
(End of this chapter)