allendalepharm Chapter 116 He was expelled from the human race.
Chapter 116 He was expelled from the human race.
Chapter 116 He was expelled from the human race.
Lockhart was perfectly aware of the direction his own path was leading.
It wasn't the Ministry of Magic's scheming and manipulative nature.
It's not about the frenzied pursuit of fame and fortune, or being obsessed with it.
His answer remained steadfast, never wavering—magic! Only magic!
With the help of Boggart, he could clearly perceive the emotions of everyone around him, which were so complex that he was clearly aware that he was now deeply trapped in a terrible vortex.
If he doesn't deal with the werewolf, or isn't capable of dealing with it, he'll face a massive backlash from the fame and fortune he's pursued. He believes Coban Yaxley definitely has the means to do that.
But what if the problem of the ruthless person were solved in public?
While he may have gained more prestige and more fans, let's not forget how Minister of Magic Fudge, Auror Scrimgeour, and the Aurors around him will view him.
Oh, so you gained fame, and then we all became the background villains in your glamorous story, right?
A bunch of negligent and stupid Ministry of Magic employees, right?
Using other people's reputations or even their careers to gain everything for yourself will also bring you a lot of people who hate you.
So what should we do?
In his past life, he had a great figure who guided people on how to deal with such a dilemma: you fight your way, I fight mine.
Then Lockhart's answer is clear.
magic!
It's that simple.
Holding his wand, he easily communicated with the "sackcloak," a red cloak that had been quietly protecting him and his students throughout the global book signing and continued to exert its power as they arrived at the Ministry of Magic building lobby.
This confirms that it still serves its purpose in the Ministry of Magic building, at least in the main hall on this floor.
As he called out, the red cloak rapidly expanded, encompassing everyone in the entire first-floor hall except for Coban Yaxley.
Then, during this time, he discussed his vicious werewolf magic, which was similar to but completely opposite to the Patronus Charm, with his favorite student, Tom Riddle. Tom analyzed how emotions operate at the level of spellcasting and taught him some simple tricks.
for example...·
A malevolent werewolf's shadow silently loomed over the werewolf that the Auror had controlled with the Levitation Charm.
"Please listen to me, everyone!"
Lockhart stepped to the front of the stage, compassionately helped the old woman up, and looked at the fans, reporters, and Ministry of Magic officials around him with a sincere expression. Just as he was about to say something under everyone's expectant gaze, he was suddenly interrupted by a terrible roar.
"Roar~~~"
The terrifying howl of the werewolf echoed throughout the entire first-floor lobby, carrying a powerful predatory aura that sent chills down the spines of everyone around.
The wild roar, carrying a terrifying magic, made even the Aurors present, who had dealt with werewolves many times, turn pale. It was a power they had never felt before.
It is stronger than a regular werewolf.
With this roar, the werewolf's body swelled up again, its already tall and burly frame growing even longer, its powerful muscles bulging out, making it look extremely ferocious.
The werewolf broke free from the Aurors' levitation spell, slammed into several Aurors in front of it, and leaped high into the air, pouncing on the only prey it could see.
Coban Yaxley didn't even have time to react. He might never understand why, with so many people present and him standing in an inconspicuous corner, the werewolf only targeted him.
He didn't even have time to pull his wand out of the specially designed pocket inside his suit jacket before the werewolf pounced on him, and with a shrill scream, a large chunk of flesh was torn off his shoulder by the werewolf.
Finished!
His face suddenly turned extremely pale.
He was bitten by a werewolf!
He's going to turn into a disgusting and lowly werewolf!
No, it's not about whether he can become a werewolf or not. He first has to survive the werewolves' jaws before he has a chance to become one.
"Help me!" he cried out.
The Aurors finally reacted and quickly brandished their wands to attack the werewolf.
However, werewolves have such strong magic resistance, not to mention that they are now empowered by Lockhart's Vicious Werewolf, so ordinary attack spells have no effect at all.
Chaos erupted at the scene. Many people screamed in fear and ran away into the distance. Rita and the other reporters excitedly recorded this big news. The spells cast by the Aurors and other Ministry of Magic employees flew through the crowd, occasionally hitting innocent people and causing even greater chaos.
"Quick, everyone hide behind me!"
Lockhart anxiously called out to his fans, who stood in front of the young wizard and drew their wands, aiming them at the werewolf.
He waved his wand rapidly, but the spell was so complex that he couldn't stop the tragedy in time.
Soon, the werewolf had completely crushed Coban Yaxley's shoulder and torn off his entire left arm.
Blood gushed out.
The Aurors' spells finally took effect. One of the Aurors cast a golden net that quickly entangled the werewolf, while another cast a spell on Corban Yaxley to keep him away from the werewolf.
However, this approach could only buy them a little time. Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had regained control of the werewolf, the golden fishing net on its body was torn to shreds by the werewolf's sharp claws as it roared again.
"Chirp~~~"
The werewolf roared, its eyes turning completely black, the blackness flickering violently like a black flame.
It grew even larger, looking like a fire dragon, ferocious and full of anger.
Its senses were so acute that, even though it couldn't see the Aurors, it could instinctively charge toward them.
Lockhart's red cloak didn't completely conceal everyone, and as the werewolf rampaged, many Aurors were sent flying by the powerful force of his muscles.
The situation was completely out of control.
Fudge was as pale as if he were about to die. He clearly realized that he had completely messed things up. It was all over!
He absolutely has to take responsibility for this; his political career is over! Even Dumbledore can't save him!
Looking at the Aurors around him, who were fighting so hard yet seemed so powerless, he felt dizzy and dared not imagine how much impact this tragic event would ultimately have.
How many people will become werewolves because of this event?
he does not know.
All he knew was that it was over.
But he soon lost interest in thinking about these people, because he was horrified to discover that the werewolf seemed to be blind, wandering around aimlessly, and was gradually rushing towards him.
He looked around in a panic, trying to find someone he could rely on, and finally set his sights on Scrimgeour, the Auror office director he believed to be the most powerful person present.
At this moment, Scrimgeour was casting a spell, and green snake shadows intertwined to form a huge floor mirror. The four legs of the mirror were all twisted snake heads, with their mouths open and biting the ground. The mirror surface was surrounded by strange blood-red patterns.
He quickly ran behind Scrimgeour, praying that the defensive spell would stop the werewolf.
Suddenly, Scrimgeour shouted to his men, "Quick, lure the werewolf to me!"
"!!!" Fudge was stunned. What? This wasn't a defensive spell?
The werewolf rushed over quickly, seemingly ignoring the mirror, and slammed into it with tremendous force, creating a loud, booming sound.
As the full-length mirror flashed with dazzling light, bloody gashes rapidly tore open on the ruthless man's body, splattering blood everywhere.
Scrimgeour quickly waved his wand to collect the blood, then had a green snake extending from the full-length mirror open its mouth and swallow it, to prevent the highly contagious wolfsbane blood from contaminating anyone.
"Well done!"
Fudge shouted excitedly, but suddenly saw the werewolf roaring angrily, stretching out its long and strong arms, and sharp claws reaching out to grab at the full-length mirror.
膨~
The full-length mirror was quickly torn to shreds by the werewolf, turning into streaks of light and disappearing without a trace.
Now, Fudge and Scrimgeour were completely exposed to the werewolves.
Fudge swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a sense of despair—he realized that he might be among the wizards next to be infected with wolfsbane.
"P.S.~~~~"
The werewolf roared angrily at them and charged again.
Dead!
Fudge's pupils widened, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him.
But at that moment, a figure swiftly appeared before them, back to them, waving a wand at the tall, burly werewolf with such lightness and elegance, "Restore to human form!"
It's Lockhart!
With a gentle tap of his wand, the werewolf's body trembled violently and began to shrink back rapidly. Its head snapped down quickly, and its fur recoiled rapidly.
In an instant, the werewolf transformed into a kind-looking middle-aged man and crashed down in front of them with a thud.
Lockhart flicked his wand lightly, and a green vine quickly wrapped around the middle-aged man's wrist, completely binding him.
This turmoil has finally come to an end.
Fudge looked at Lockhart with such gratitude, repeatedly saying thank you, then suddenly remembered something and urged Scrimgeour, who hadn't done anything useful, "Quick, check everyone who's been bitten or scratched by the werewolves and register them all!"
Scrimgeour had clearly noticed this earlier than him, or rather, he had been watching it closely since the werewolf attack.
He looked at Fudge with a strange expression. "Just one, Coban Yaxley!"
"Ha~ Just one?" Fudge laughed excitedly, then tried his best to suppress his smile and make his expression look sorrowful. "How unfortunate. Is Coban Yaxley alright?"
Scrimgeour shook his head and sighed, "To this day, there is still no cure for wolfsbane."
That would be terrible.
Fudge chuckled as he watched Coban Yaxley groaning in pain on the ground. This stubborn, arrogant guy, who boasted about his noble bloodline of the "Holy Twenty-Eight Pureblood Families" and thought everyone else was trash, would probably never dare to mention "bloodline" again.
He's a professionally trained actor, but he's been expelled from the profession!