allendalepharm Chapter 141 Hope So
Chapter 141 Hope So
Chapter 141 Hope So
Coban Yaxley is panicking.
He doesn't understand.
How did he end up like this—wanted by the Ministry of Magic, unable to use any fireplaces, his Apparition ability detected by specialized teams, his house-elves under surveillance so they can't help him at all, all his assets frozen, even his family's vault at Gringotts Bank sealed off and unusable…
It was only then that he understood why his family had always devoted so much effort to the Wizarding Council in order to fight against the influence of the Ministry of Magic.
In this era, the so-called glory of the "Twenty-Eight Holy Pureblood Nobles" was not as useful as he had imagined.
Everything he had built up in the Ministry of Magic vanished overnight? Was the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which he had built up over his entire life, about to become his final resting place?
"Damn it!"
He angrily adjusted the snake coiled around his neck, letting it bite his ear, and coldly watched the Auror figure secretly monitoring him near a safe house in the shadows of his family. He straightened his trench coat, pulled his hat down, and walked deeper into the street.
This snake is a treasure bestowed upon him by his master. It can render any means of detecting magic ineffective, so that even if Aurors are face to face with him, they will only think that he is a passing Muggle.
But this doesn't solve any problems.
The cadet could no longer seek help from the family, nor could he contact his master.
Yes, he lost the arm branded with the Dark Mark and had no way of finding his master!
He wandered aimlessly like a stray dog, trying to find a way out.
It's hard.
He knew he couldn't leave England, because while escaping would get him out of the predicament of being wanted by the Ministry of Magic, it would also render all his investments in Voldemort futile.
Leaving Voldemort when he was at his weakest would be seen as a betrayal by the Dark Lord. What his master needed was more help, not his escape.
He must contact his master as soon as possible!
Therefore, he had to decide to take the risk of finding a powerful psychic.
This is a very ancient wizarding profession, and nowadays very few wizards possess this ability. This witch, who lives far from the wizarding community, must have a way.
The only problem is that he has no way to satisfy the other party's greedy appetite; he doesn't have a single Galleon in his pocket.
Damn it, when has he ever needed to worry about money, as a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic from one of the twenty-eight holy pure-blood families!
Manchester, northwest England.
On an inconspicuous street in the Muggle neighborhood, he clutched painfully at his bloodied and throbbing right shoulder, where an arm had been lost. The hemostatic drugs kept stimulating his nerves, making it difficult for him to concentrate.
After enduring another wave of numbing electric shock surging through his severed arm, he gasped for breath, wiped away the cold sweat, gritted his teeth, and walked into a barbershop.
Jingle bell~~
As soon as you enter, the strange wind chimes hanging on the wall emit a crisp yet eerie sound.
A middle-aged, plump Haitian woman getting a haircut while she was in a Muggle's room glanced back at him and gestured for a few people chatting in the corner to come over and talk to him.
Coban dared not make any unnecessary movements. In the past, he might have been able to arrogantly ignore these wizards of average strength, but now he had to try his best to show more friendly smiles.
"I want to see Ms. Mary." He was led to a corner, away from the Muggles in the barbershop, and somewhat irritably endured the interrogation by these wizards.
"Mama Mary doesn't want to see anyone lately!" A young man chewing Muggle gum glanced at him sideways and rubbed his hands together.
Damn!
How dare you ask me for favors!
The professional looked at the other person coldly, "Do you know who I am?"
The young man sneered, "Even if you are Dumbledore, it's none of my business. I'm in charge here now. If you want to see Madam Mary, you'll have to get past me first!"
Calling someone "Mama Mary" doesn't mean they are Mary's son; it's a respectful title used by Haitian sorcerers for Mary, who is known as the "Mother of Rest."
Koban looked around at the wizards with some annoyance, and after confirming that the young man in front of him was the one in charge here, he had no choice but to pat himself down.
Damn it, everything he carried on this trip was a family treasure, and losing any one of them would break his heart.
He remained silent for a while, then finally reached into his pocket, pulled out a pocket watch, and handed it over.
The young man took the pocket watch and examined it with some disdain. Just as he was about to adjust the mechanism, the professional said coldly, "This is a time converter. If you don't want any accidents to happen, I advise you not to touch it!"
He was actually just trying to scare the young people.
As a family skilled at finding answers in time, the Yaxley family damages an extremely valuable time converter every time they use the power of time at a high intensity, and the thing in front of them is already broken.
But being broken doesn't mean it's worthless. He has the ability to repair it himself. The Yaxley family has mastered the technology of time converters!
"A time converter!!!" The middle-aged woman in the shop, who seemed to have been secretly watching the situation, quickly walked over and snatched the pocket watch from the young man's hand. "Damn it, don't touch this terrifying thing!"
She looked the student up and down, clutching the pocket watch, before finally tossing it back at him. "You look like someone important. I'll take you there."
"That's mine!" the young man shouted angrily.
The middle-aged woman wasn't about to let him get away with it. She slapped him on the back of the head, saying, "Touching anything you can't control will only bring you disaster!"
As she spoke, she beckoned the students to walk towards the back door of the barbershop.
She lifted some brightly colored curtains and walked deeper into a slightly dark and damp alley. Finally, she pushed open the back door of a small building, told the student to wait, and went inside to announce her arrival.
After a long while, she returned. "You only have twenty minutes!"
He gestured for the professionally trained students to go in.
The room was filled with strange piles of herbs, emitting a strong, pungent smell. The air was also filled with the faint aroma of burning spices, which made Keban feel somewhat uncomfortable.
He finally met Ms. Mary, who was teaching a group of children.
This is a middle-aged Haitian witch who appears to be of white descent, with a striking and glamorous appearance that fits the popular aesthetic, and is adorned with numerous bizarre seashell accessories.
"Corban Yaxley..." Ms. Mary picked up a cup of hot tea and drank it without offering him any service. She simply sniffed and glanced at his right shoulder beneath his trench coat. "The thing you asked me to help you with last time, the thing you promised to investigate as payment—have you got any results yet?"
The student, who was formally trained, was momentarily stunned.
Ms. Mary asked him to help find the lost time, but he hadn't actually done so yet.
"The most exciting part of my life is missing, and I know it must have been stolen by someone." Mrs. Mary put down her teacup and muttered, "So I went to all the trouble to help you, just asking you, this so-called 'time explorer' Yaxley, to help me go back in time, and you did absolutely nothing."
Her gaze turned cold and sharp. "How dare you show your face in front of me!"
"I have no choice," Coban said helplessly. "I'm tied up with some things, and I have to deal with my own problems first. Ms. Mary, please, for the sake of our shared Yaxley bloodline, help me one more time."
Ms. Mary simply looked at him coldly. "You can leave now."
Having the blood of the Yaxley family flowing through her veins is nothing to be proud of. She did not receive any help from the Yaxley family because of it. On the contrary, she suffered from the exclusion of her own clan and community since childhood.
Koban pulled three time converters from his pocket, gently placed them on the table in front of him, and looked at Ms. Mary. "You help me, and I'll go find the answer for you right away!"
As he spoke, he gently pushed the time converter forward, looking at the other person, "If you don't help me, I might be killed, and you'll have to find the answer in time yourself."
"That's a good idea, isn't it?" He looked at the other person with a strange expression. "You're also a powerful wizard, and you have the blood of the Yaxley family flowing through your veins. Perhaps you also have a good ability to time travel?"
Ms. Mary pursed her lips and remained silent.
She stared silently at these time converters, which she had never been qualified to touch in her past life, for a long time.
In the end, she didn't touch those things, but instead walked towards the room next door. "Come with me."
Ke Ban finally breathed a sigh of relief, put the time converters back into his trench coat pocket, and rubbed his shoulder wound for a while before lifting the curtain and going inside.
The room was decorated in a strange way.
The walls were covered with all sorts of bizarre and brightly colored graffiti, and on the ground was a long groove carved out of a stone, into which Ms. Mary was throwing some colorful plant seeds.
She mumbled something softly, seemingly a Haitian incantation, her fingers gently stroking the seeds in the stone trough.
"Phew~"
She blew into the stone trough, and the seeds began to smoke, emitting an extremely strange and subtly nauseating smell.
Come here.
She drew a circle on the ground with her wand, and the smoke from the stone trough began to drift into the circle, quickly gathering inside to resemble a large crystal ball.
The student with formal training walked in and couldn't help but cough a few times.
"What do you want to ask?" Ms. Mary asked.
"I need to find someone!" the professional replied.
Ms. Mary waved her wand quickly, and after a long pause, she said, "Yes, but the other party seems to be moving away from you, and you probably don't have much time."
After saying this, she grabbed a handful of yellow powder and threw it into the smoke, then turned and lifted the curtain to leave.
Ke Ban ignored her, staring wide-eyed at the eerie particles drifting in the smoke. Soon, he felt his eyes sting and tears welled up. Finally, he could vaguely make out a burly figure in the smoke.
"Master?" he asked, somewhat puzzled.
"The master doesn't want to see you, Classmate. You've disappointed him." The blurry figure's voice was full of mockery.
"Fenrir Greyback?" Coban was taken aback. He hadn't expected that when he asked someone to psychic Voldemort, he would see this werewolf instead.
"It's me." Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf, sneered, his voice filled with arrogance. "You're worthless now, Corban. The master trusts me more. If you have even a shred of loyalty left, don't bring trouble upon him. He needs time to recover and await his eventual return!"
"I didn't want to bring my troubles to him!" Coban gritted his teeth as he stared at the werewolf Fenrir Greyback, his heart sinking rapidly.
He is no longer of any value...
Is that so...?
Do not……
He's still useful; he can still make a difference!
He clenched his remaining left fist, glaring angrily at the smug man before him. "Let me see my master. You can't make that decision for him. I have..."
Before he could finish speaking, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the door, "Disarm you!"
bang~
A loud bang.
"Harry Potter, the savior?" someone exclaimed.
Then someone shouted, "Giddro Lockhart?"
"Damn it!" Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf, instantly lost his smugness and yelled in panic at Coban, "Break this weird connection, you damned bastard! Are you really going to bring trouble to your master?"
"I can handle it!" The cadet looked back at the door with resentment, his eyes filled with venom, then quickly turned back and pleaded, "Just one meeting, even just one, I need the master's guidance."
However, all that answered him was a sharp and angry roar—the voice of his master. A terrifying black mist surged and transformed into a gigantic skull, from which a venomous snake emerged and swiftly tore at the psychic mist.
Owner?
Owner!
The student's eyes lit up, and he cried out, "Master, give me a chance! I will solve everything! Please don't give up on me!"
The venomous snakes bit, and soon the smoke completely dissipated, leaving only Voldemort's voice slowly drifting in the air—"I hope so."
(End of this chapter)