allendalepharm Chapter 146 The Past That Can Never Be Erased
Chapter 146 The Past That Can Never Be Erased
Chapter 146 The Past That Can Never Be Returned To
With unwavering determination and a relentless spirit, Old Si continued to move forward.
Lockhart, however, was not so oblivious. He carefully observed every subtle change in his surroundings with each step, guarding against any potential dangers.
"Look, we have footprints." He glanced back and noticed some faintly colored footprints in the darkness. "I felt it just now. This potion has been stimulating our minds, making something pop out of them."
"According to you, this thing probably requires a lot of our involvement to fully take shape, right?"
"I suspect there will be some changes later!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the footprints suddenly lit up, and the colorful light made the black passage look eerie.
"Watch out!" Snape's expression turned serious, and he gripped his wand tightly.
But here, the magic they had mastered in the past seemed to have lost its meaning. A howling wind surged from the direction they had come from, like a flood, and no matter what defensive magic they used, it was useless.
Bang~!
The fierce wind lashed against them, completely exposing what was in their hearts.
Snape grunted, his face suddenly turning pale as he looked at the Patronus doe that had suddenly appeared before him.
He had a vague, terrible premonition.
No~
He cried out in terror, "No!"
However, something terrible still happened.
As the gale ripped at him, he let out a fierce roar. The powerful magic within him resisted this soul-tearing force, but he could not fight back. He could only watch helplessly as his guardian doe rapidly tore apart from his soul.
Then the doe was swept away by the gale and flew swiftly towards the distance of the dark passage.
"No! Lily!"
Snape screamed in terror, his wide wizard robes billowing as he transformed into a black shadow and swiftly chased after the Patronus doe.
The Flying Spell, a flying spell faster than a flying broom, reached its extreme speed under the enhancement of his powerful magic.
The wind howled.
Lockhart ripped off the hood of his wizard's robe, which was slapping hard against his face, and tried his best to open his eyes, but the strong wind stung them painfully.
Just then, a pair of cool little hands reached out and gently combed his hair, which was flying wildly in the wind. When he turned around, he saw the wronged fairy.
She too was being battered and squeezed from her heart by this seemingly unstoppable torrent of wind, and at this moment she conjured a blade of grass to tie his hair.
Lockhart extended his wand and cast a delicate Bubble Charm on his face, which finally made him feel a little better.
He looked at the wronged fairy, the guardian horse, and the vicious werewolf with some confusion, blinked, and asked, "Why don't I feel that the connection between us has been torn apart?"
"That's strange!" Lockhart looked up and could vaguely see Snape chasing the Patronus doe further and further away. "I can feel it; his heart is truly being torn apart!"
"Maybe……"
The unjustly killed fairy also looked up, "He had things in his heart that didn't belong to him, which is why he was so easily stripped away."
Makes sense.
Even without mentioning his relationship with his guardian spirit horse, the spiritual contract between him and the magical creature, the Fairy of the Wrongfully Killed, couldn't compare to the unbreakable bond between himself and his guardian spirit, yet he remained unaffected.
Besides, Lockhart could sense that he and Snape were experiencing the same effects of the strange potion, and there was no indication that Snape was being specifically targeted.
"I have to go check it out!"
He scrambled onto the horse's back, leaving the wronged fairy behind him, and quickly chased after Snape.
The werewolf also wanted to mount the horse, but was kicked away by the horse's hooves and could only follow behind, cursing and swearing, running wildly on his hands and feet.
"We need to hurry."
The Patronus was too slow, and the distance between him and Snape was getting farther and farther. Lockhart waved his wand and quickly cast a flight spell.
Boom~
A powerful gust of wind swept in, and the horse neighed loudly as its body floated up, using the force of the gale to instantly transform into a streak of silver light.
"Wait for me~~~" the werewolf shouted, running after him for a while, only to see Lockhart appear in the distance on horseback in an instant.
"!!!" It roared angrily, its eyes suddenly widening, and it turned into a wisp of black smoke, pulled into the gale by the power that was faintly connected to Lockhart.
It was like a kite, fluttering in the strong wind.
"Wait..." it cried out in terror, "Wait a minute...slow down..."
"Faster!" Lockhart's flight charm was clearly not as effective as Snape's, and he was anxious, so he began to try to activate the Patronus Charm.
Then, to the werewolf's despair, the damned horse suddenly sprouted a pair of enormous wings, which rapidly spread and flapped, increasing its speed once more. "Aaaaaahhhhh..."
It doesn't know how long it flew like that, but suddenly it felt a jolt, the tearing force stopped, and it was finally able to truly touch the ground, quickly tumbling and transforming back into a werewolf.
It shook its dizzy head vigorously, looked around, and finally spotted Lockhart.
They were stopped in a dim light in this windy passageway.
Lockhart looked at the scene shifting in the dim light with a somewhat complicated expression. It was the scene of him going to Urquhart Castle to deal with the black magic creature that had wrongfully killed the fairy—he fell to the ground, looking expectantly at the wrongfully killed fairy on the pyre.
"I lied to you back then." Lockhart looked at the scene with mixed feelings.
"I finally understand what this 'regret pill' really is." He turned to look at the unjustly killed fairy behind him. "You can actually regret it now, I guess..."
Before he could finish speaking, a pair of cool little hands embraced him, pressed their little faces against his back, and the wronged fairy said softly, "I don't care anymore."
"..."
Lockhart sighed. "I never know how to repay these debts of deception. Life is just too complicated sometimes."
Well, aside from Little Tom, he felt no guilt whatsoever about deceiving others.
"Give me a name!" said the wronged fairy.
"Um?"
"The little golden retriever has a name, but I don't." The wronged fairy's voice was soft and gentle, yet with an indescribable firmness. "We are family, you have to help me give me a name."
"A name..." Lockhart scratched his head, looking a bit troubled. "I'll think about it carefully after this is over."
He initially named the three-armed dark magic creature "Little Golden Retriever" because he treated it like a pet, like a cat or dog. Now, he lives with these companions like a family, and it's impossible for him to just treat them as pets anymore.
"Hmm, it's alright, take your time thinking about it, I can wait." The wronged fairy seemed quite happy.
Then let's keep going!
Lockhart urged his guardian horse again, "Let's go!"
But then, the horse turned its head to look at him, "I want a name too!"
"Little Pony!" Lockhart rolled his eyes, glancing at the werewolf beside him who was staring at him expectantly like a puppy. "Little Wolf!"
The werewolf glared at him angrily. "You could have been even more perfunctory. Why don't you come up with a proper name for the fairy who died unjustly? Do you believe I'll kill you?!"
"You can't kill him, you're just a part of him," the horse grumbled, tossing its flowing long hair. "I like the name 'Little Horse,' it's endearing."
"Holy crap, you traitor!" the werewolf roared, only to be met with a mouthful of gusts of wind as it was once again lifted into the air, becoming a kite in the sky. "Wait...wait...slow...down..."
No.
It won't be any slower.
Along the way, faint lights kept flashing by, and within those lights, some past scenes surged.
The pony flapped its wings and continued chasing after Snape, even starting to communicate with Lockhart. "As a mind monster, a Patronus, I can tell you very clearly that there is a big problem with Severus's Patronus."
Lockhart was somewhat puzzled. "Shouldn't all Guardian Charms have similar effects, born from the beauty and joy within the heart?"
Little Pony chuckled, "I can see things you can't. You might not know, but Professor McGonagall's Patronus is a group of cats—note, a group." (Original setting)
Lockhart exclaimed in surprise, "A whole group?"
"Yes, it's a very unique state," Little Horse recounted. "Dumbledore's Patronus is a phoenix, powerful but in extremely poor condition. It self-immolates and resurrects every day, sometimes dying several times a day, depending on its mood."
In fact, everyone's guardian angel is so different.
Because every mind is so different.
"Every soul has its own characteristics. For example, you are a lonely soul like a rootless duckweed." The pony flapped its wings. "You yearn for companionship and protection, so the little wolf and I were born here. We are more likely than other guardians to have the ability to communicate with ourselves."
Just then, an angry roar came from behind, "I'm not a little wolf, I'd rather not have such a stupid name!"
The little pony chuckled mischievously, "Do you want to go faster?"
Lockhart's eyes lit up. "You can fly even faster?"
Little Horse shook his head. "No, it's you!"
It simply slowed down to give Lockhart a better state to cast the spell. "Dumbledore taught you, the telepathic spell, you can use this!"
"The pursuit between souls sometimes transcends spatial distance, existing only in the distance between hearts."
"Fortunately, Snape genuinely considered you a friend, and you were genuinely sincere in return."
"You try it; I might be able to appear near his guardian spirit in an instant!"
Great idea!
Lockhart's eyes lit up, and he quickly waved his wand, chanting the spell, "Telepathy!"
huh~
He suddenly felt that the speed was so fast that his mind could hardly keep up. He felt his head go blank for a moment, buzzing as if it were being stretched into an infinitely long thin line.
The thin thread snapped back quickly, and he was already behind Snape.
"Wait a minute?" Little Horse turned to Lockhart in confusion. "I was supposed to be going to that deer, so how did I end up here in Severus?"
Lockhart's expression shifted slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "I know the answer!"
A pill to undo regrets.
It exists in such an interesting way.
He looked at Snape, who was flying ahead with his head down, and shouted, "Severus, do you want a wife or not?"
"!!!" Snape turned around abruptly and glared at him fiercely.
"Did you just see those scenes of the past in those lights? We're chasing the past right now!" Lockhart shouted. "You're on the wrong path. You can never go back to the past. You can only go to the future, to the future, to the future where your deer is."
He pointed behind him, "You're going the wrong way!"
(End of this chapter)