allendalepharm Chapter 109 Little Tom is Growing Hair
Chapter 109 Little Tom is Growing Hair
Chapter 109 Little Tom is Growing Hair
Blood magic is an extremely magical form of magic.
When Harry Potter was a child, wizards would often come to Privet Drive to "pay homage to the Savior," to see the "Boy Who Lived" and the lightning bolt scar on his forehead that symbolized his heroic deeds.
Harry's uncle was very troubled by this. These strange people brought all sorts of weird pets, owls flying everywhere, and some would even hug him and say things he couldn't understand, like "Muggle" or something like that.
Of course, what bothered him even more was the conversation these people were having—"The Potters, yes, I've heard that—" "—Yes, their son, Harry—"—it was simply unsettling. (Original text)
Even so, Voldemort and the Death Eaters still couldn't find where Harry Potter and his uncle's family were.
This situation will continue until Harry turns seventeen or until he no longer considers his uncle's family as relatives.
"This spell isn't actually that amazing," Snape explained, describing the spell's specific effects and mentioning many spells with similar results.
"A safe house whose existence can be discovered by no one in the world unless invited by its owner; a wizard's territory that Muggles can never set foot in unless led by a wizard; a house that can never be spied on unless the secret keeper reveals it."
Too much.
When discussing magic such as safe houses and the Fidelity Charm, it involves a "temporary social separation" centered around a house, creating a unique fairytale aesthetic of "locking myself in a house means the world is no longer my concern."
Lockhart clearly found this part easy to understand.
Because he has a dark magic creature pet, "Sack Sheath," which is actually a continuation of that approach.
He was quite certain that as long as no one cast a Patronus Charm or any other spell on the 'Sack Sheath' that might target this dark magical creature, he could hide inside the red cloak and remain undetected, even if he stood in front of Voldemort or Dumbledore.
But the reason the dark magic creature is called "dark magic" is because it hides inside this "sack," and this cloak will constantly erode its mind, attempting to devour and digest it.
"Yes," Snape nodded. "This kind of magic always comes at a price."
"It is said that Nicolas Flamel, who was particularly afraid of death, often hid in a safe house and slowly began to show some psychological characteristics of aversion to the continuation of life, which led him to finally choose to give up using the Philosopher's Stone to continue his life."
So, what is the price of blood magic?
Snape provided the answer: "Loneliness."
He kept his head down, making it impossible to see his expression, but his voice was slightly hoarse, "We always say it's for their own good, using magic to force them away from certain people, only to find that they are also moving away from us."
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"The human heart is so complex that we simply cannot measure it. We cannot say for sure how much we love them, nor can we be sure how much they love us."
"At the end of the story of 'The Captive Lover,' the person who hates the witch the most in the world is precisely the lover whose soul she has imprisoned."
He looked up, his eyes vacant as he stared at Lockhart. "After casting the bloodline magic, you'll find that your blood relatives' love for you is rapidly fading, even turning into disgust, resentment, and ultimately, complete indifference!"
"Yes, ignore it. We will eventually find that the only thing we can sever is our social connection with our blood relatives. This is the price of this dark magic."
"Lily is very clever. Her blood magic only lasts until Harry comes of age, or until the emotional bond between Harry and his blood relatives breaks down. This is obviously better able to protect the love between Harry and his other blood relatives and her, thus amplifying the power of the magic."
"She knows how to control herself."
Snape pursed his lips. "I can't. I don't want my parents to get hurt in any way, even if they hate me because of it, even if I have to endure the pain of loneliness."
"Gidero, if it weren't for this Christmas holiday trip with you to protect the children, I would be in Spider's End, in my old house, continuing to endure the test of loneliness."
When talking about Lily, Harry, his parents and family, and his pain, Snape rarely opened up, and he looked lonely and tormented.
Maybe..
He has truly begun to consider Lockhart his friend.
Perhaps he is also trying to bravely take a step beyond the "sack cover".
The world is not only about love and family, but also about friendship. For a lonely soul like him, nothing makes him feel more comfortable than friendship. It is neither too close to the heart and nakedly confronting each other to the point of instinctive resistance, nor too distant and leaving only a bunch of calculations.
So sometimes Snape and Dumbledore are really similar, both suffering from the separation from family and the torment of love, and ultimately finding solace in friendship.
Dumbledore has a close friend, Professor McGonagall, and now he seems to have met his first friend in life, which isn't too late at the age of 33.
The tea in the cup had been replaced with fine wine at some point. On this quiet afternoon, when most of the young wizards were on holiday and away from school, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was intoxicating.
When magic becomes fully integrated into every aspect of life, these wizards who have truly embarked on the path of magic sometimes have to face a situation where their magic and their lives are in conflict.
Or rather...
The power of magic always springs from the heart; it is a contest between one's own mind and one's own actions.
Many complex things in life actually have clear and definite answers, but people often don't choose or act on them because such choices are too difficult.
Not everyone can bravely walk the right path, because that would be cruel to oneself.
It's easy to be malicious towards others, but difficult to be malicious towards yourself.
"That's what black magic is like. It gives us magical powers far beyond what we can control, but it also torments us. This is the price we have to pay."
Snape spoke of the Dark Arts with a very calm attitude: "I have never thought it was a mistake to be so ardent about the Dark Arts. I think it is the magic of wizards, and it always gives me a sense of..."
He pondered his words, finally using Lockhart's usual description: "Very magical, very wizarding magic, this wondrous experience."
"Did Lily really distance herself from me because I like dark magic?"
Snape hadn't drunk much, but he was already a little drunk. He stared out the window with glazed eyes, as if looking at something. "This society is so disgusting. It always likes to label people. What's even more disgusting is that sometimes we have to submit to these labels."
"Are dark wizards who study black magic inherently evil? Should they have a political inclination towards 'pure-blood supremacy'? Should they follow the mysterious figure?"
Snape chuckled, as if laughing at someone else, or perhaps at himself. "It doesn't make sense logically, does it?"
But that's the reality. Without agreeing with "pure-blood supremacy," I will never be able to access the advanced magical knowledge resources controlled by pure-blood families, and I will have very little chance to access the information I crave.
"Even if you don't act badly or do anything terrible, these people simply won't approve of you."
"But dark magic is also corrupting our minds, driving us to do such things."
"We are released from malice, we experience pleasure, and we also experience pain. I wisely realized that I could not let myself immerse myself in such malice and I needed to fight against this force, so I could only suffer more."
"I have chosen an extremely difficult path of magic."
He turned his head, his face full of bitterness, "But sometimes fate likes to mock people. I know clearly that this is the magical path that is most suitable for me."
Lockhart sipped his drink, thought for a moment, and asked, "So, do you ever want to escape? Escape from all this, even if it means escaping through death?"
Snape did not speak.
He swayed unsteadily, head down, as if completely drunk. After a long while, he only murmured, "I don't know. The path of magic is too difficult, too difficult. It's relentlessly testing my heart. I can't be strong. I really can't have a strong heart."
is it hard?
It's not difficult; it's about having a strong heart and facing pain head-on.
But while it's true that anyone can talk about it, when magic appears in every aspect of life, in every minute and every second, how many people can actually do it?
Dumbledore?
He probably couldn't do it either, saying things like "death is a great adventure," he too would eventually be exhausted.
He had no choice but to utter such seemingly generous and sophisticated words before escaping this world full of suffering.
After he died, Grindelwald also died, seemingly without any desire to live anymore. Could his brother Aberforth, who always said he hated him, really be happy because of his death?
"I couldn't do it either," Lockhart sighed, stroking the little golden retriever monkey's head that was lying on his lap. He had to admit that he wouldn't be able to save it either. "No wonder there's a saying—'A wise man doesn't fall in love.'"
"A wise man doesn't fall in love?" Snape murmured, then suddenly burst into laughter. "A wise man doesn't fall in love!"
Unable to break free, unable to escape, unable to hold on, yet unwilling to let go.
For some, love is more terrible than a curse, because they are willing to succumb to it.
It hurts, but I'd rather endure the pain.
Lockhart didn't say anything. In fact, Snape didn't need any judgment or anyone to tell him what was good or bad. All he needed was a listener to accompany him as he recounted the words that had been suppressed in his heart for countless days and nights. That was all.
Before we knew it, the night had fallen.
The two sat on opposite sides, not saying a word, just quietly thinking about their own things.
Snape leaned against the windowsill, staring intently at the white moonlight outside, his eyes glazed over with a drunken haze.
In fact, he saw things more clearly than others. Lily's decision not to choose him was not something he could solve by giving up his hobbies, his magical path, or his career aspirations. Even if it wasn't James Potter, there would be someone else, but it wouldn't be him.
If it's not right, it's not right. I don't have that kind of affection for him, and he's not oblivious to that.
Returning to Hogwarts, becoming a professor of magic, and watching the young wizards fall in and out of love, year after year, even the most obtuse person would have long since understood everything after watching for more than ten years.
He was destined to suffer; this was his magical path, one from which there was no escape, no way to avoid it. The only option was to muster the courage to continue.
He had almost lost his will to live and was living like a walking corpse.
Clohart told him that perhaps he could defeat Voldemort on his own. So, he mustered his courage again and continued down the path of magic, the path of dark magic that Lily had always opposed.
Using dark magic to avenge Lily, he felt a twisted sense of pleasure rising within him for some reason—Lily, look, I killed the Dark Lord with dark magic, just you wait!
Even though it is so difficult to fight against the power of dark magic to erode one's heart.
Lockhart was also thinking about his own things.
Dumbledore told him that love makes life eternal and sustains its wholeness.
Snape told him that love can break life apart, leaving it incomplete.
Then he suddenly had a wonderful idea—to infuse this love into Tom's diary Horcrux!
Just like the "hairy heart of the wizard" in Dumbledore's "The Tales of Beedle the Bard," the heart was locked in a box, and from then on, life was free from the harm of emotions. But when he looked back, he found that the heart had grown hair in the box.
Old Fu, you've locked your childhood little soup in your diary, it's going to grow mold!
Hehe, I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of results it will have.
How to break through Voldemort's defenses?
Or perhaps it could shake Voldemort's unwavering sense of belonging to Hogwarts as his "home," thereby breaking the curse on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?
He said he was looking forward to it.