allendalepharm Chapter 100 Hurry up, will you?
Chapter 100 Hurry up, will you?
Chapter 100 Hurry up, will you?
Werewolf!
Terrifying werewolves!
In the Białowieza Forest, at the Crabbe family's colorful ball fish farm, the moonlight is as clear as water.
Ron, who was all alone here at this moment, did not feel lonely at all.
Although the professor and his friends stood motionless like statues, he was absolutely certain that they were there!
This feeling of not being alone also comes from his guardian spell. He releases his guardian spirit towards the sky, and can vaguely sense that his other companions are also fighting together.
This is a particularly wonderful adventure. He can't see the specific situation of his friends, but he can feel that they are all around him.
He didn't know how much time had passed—yes, he didn't know how long he had been casting a spell on the red cloak—when suddenly he heard a series of panicked cries.
He looked down and saw it was his pet, Banban.
It looked so panicked at that moment, pawing at his clothes and barking loudly at him.
What's wrong?
Ron was puzzled, but he soon got the answer: a large group of adults dressed in black wizard robes quietly emerged from the woods, each of them looking ferocious and cruel.
They seemed to first spot the group that had turned into statues, then they saw themselves still able to move, and finally they saw the red cloak that blotted out the sky above.
Then these people began to tremble violently, each one seemingly in extreme pain, convulsing rapidly, their bodies stretching and swelling, growing long black hair and terrifying wolf mouths.
Werewolf!
Ron recognized the dark wizard who was leading the group. He had read Luna's father's article, "10 Dark Wizards Parents and Young Wizards Should Be Wary Of," when he was very young. The article included a picture of this dark wizard.
Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf!
A dark wizard who looks somewhat like a wild beast!
Damn!
Ron knew that Draco's father and his two henchmen were no good people, and Professor Lockhart should not have trusted Crabbe's father, who was an evil Death Eater who followed the Dark Lord!
The reason they said they had to stand guard in front of the family's secret Flying Net fireplace was actually to prevent them from escaping, so that someone could come and deal with them!
What should I do?
What to do?!
Ron knew that this would require courage, immense courage, but he also knew that he had no ability to fight against these powerful enemies.
He hurriedly stuffed Scabbers into the pocket of his wizard's robe and rushed toward the professor and his friends while the werewolves were transforming and howling.
He needs to wake everyone up quickly!
Fortunately, the pets left behind by Professor Lockhart stayed by their side, which gave him a great sense of security.
But he soon realized he was wrong; the other party had clearly come prepared!
Among the crowd were two men in grey wizard robes who did not transform into werewolves. One of them threw a house-elf body at the pets, which prompted the winged demon to attack the corpse first, but it was easily dealt with by a stun spell.
Another brought a jar covered in various strange pigments, and used magic to transform it into a large pool shaped like a jar. The pool was filled with a purplish-black magic potion, in which all sorts of eyeballs floated, immediately attracting the little golden retriever. Then the potion froze into ice, sealing the little golden retriever inside.
Find solutions to address these specific characteristics!
Boggarts are most terrifying when you don't even know they are Boggarts!
Ron was devastated to discover that Professor Lockhart was right. Powerful but unorthodox magical creatures were most afraid of being targeted, and Professor Lockhart's pets had become known to everyone because they had spent a lot of time with the young wizards in the dueling club. It must have been Draco and those villains who revealed the secret to the bad guys.
Just then, he finally rushed forward and saw one of the gray-robed wizards pull a huge harp out of a burlap sack, seemingly intending to use it against the "wrongfully murdered fairy," and hurriedly wave his wand.
"Fuchsia!"
The effect was remarkable; he finally made a difference!
He was heartbroken. Watching the seemingly evil wizard being flung into the air and hanging upside down in a panic, he suddenly felt a surge of emotion, as if saying, "I am a warrior, I am not a piece of trash."
His help clearly changed the situation. The black magic creature, the wronged fairy, floated into the air with her hands outstretched. Behind her, a burning stake appeared, and she hummed a song with more than a dozen fangs splitting open on her body.
Soon, the earth bled, and one of the werewolves among the black wizards seemed to be summoned. It suddenly attacked another gray-robed wizard, and its ferocious wolf head instantly bit off the wizard's head along with his shoulder.
The other werewolves were stunned, but the werewolf leader, Fenrir Greyback, quickly reacted and immediately ordered his men to attack the affected werewolf.
They immediately started fighting among themselves.
膨~
The grey-robed wizard, who had been hanging upside down in the sky, fell from mid-air and broke his leg with a crack. As he screamed in agony, werewolves, attracted by the scent of blood on his body, pounced on his leg and began to tear at it like madmen.
"Professor Lockhart! Professor Lockhart!" Ron rushed to everyone's side, but he couldn't get into that world no matter what he did.
All he could do was anxiously shout from the edge, "Everyone, wake up!"
Wake up!
Snape felt tense and anxious at that moment, even with a vague sense of panic.
As soon as the huge red cloak appeared in the sky, he immediately unleashed a Patronus Charm attack on it. Lockhart was right; the Patronus Charm was the way to deal with this dark magic creature.
He could sense the world beginning to tremble and crack, and he could also sense the presence of other forces within it, which seemed to be Lockhart's mental power.
What is this guy up to?
Why are you helping this dark magic creature?
He didn't know that; all he knew was that now was a good time!
A perfect opportunity to find Lily!
He quickly flew into the air, watching the extremely conspicuous guardian spells soaring into the sky in the darkness, and began to rapidly use Phantom Shift.
He quickly found the students: Neville, Luna, Cedric, George, and Fred. He didn't disturb them and continued searching, using a high-intensity Apparition and Flight Charm, searching like a madman, until he finally found Harry Potter.
When they found it, Harry was standing in front of a small building, excitedly shouting behind him, and then looking at the Patronus that he had released into the sky, a stag just like his father.
found it!
Snape, who had been frantically searching for someone, hesitated to approach, knowing that Lily must be in the house behind Harry!
Because that small building was none other than the safe house that the foolish Potter had set up when Lily died in Godric's Hollow. The foolish Potter trusted Sirius Black and allowed Voldemort to enter without hindrance.
God knows how desperate he was at that moment. He chased after Voldemort frantically, but because of the Fidelity Charm on the safe house, he couldn't get in. He could only watch helplessly as Voldemort rushed in, and he couldn't get into the real house no matter what he did.
He could almost hear Potter calling out to Lily to take the children and run away, and he could also hear the sound of Lily dying, kneeling helplessly in front of the house and crying like a child.
And now, at this moment, he has come to the front of this small building again, but he still cannot see anything inside the house.
He watched Harry calling for his mother from inside the house, but he couldn't see Lily anywhere.
Whether it was Lily or Harry who heard him arrive, or even Potter, Harry excitedly shouted to himself in front of them or her, "Look, Professor Snape, I can cast the Patronus Charm! The complete Patronus!"
Snape had no idea how he got up to Harry, offering dry words of encouragement, listening to the other shout things like, "Professor, let's deal with this dark creature quickly, this is an opportunity," while he blankly waved his wand at the sky.
Then he saw his guardian deer running towards the sky. It was a deer exactly like Lily's guardian deity, with every detail identical.
His face turned pale instantly.
He suddenly felt a sense of shame for his own ugliness, having exposed such a secret in front of Lily's husband and son, yet he also felt a subtle sense of pleasure, as if he longed for Lily to understand his feelings because of it.
He was so deeply uneasy.
And they were so excited.
This caused some panic.
He had no idea how long he would have to fight this damned dark magic creature, and damned Lockhart's mental power was enhancing the cloak, growing stronger and stronger, causing the battle to reach a stalemate.
Let's finish this quickly!
He cried out in his heart, yes, he was so cowardly, afraid to face anything.
He admitted it; he was afraid, he wanted to escape, but he couldn't bear to leave.
For more than a decade, he had missed Lily day and night. This was the first time he had been so close to her, and he could clearly feel her right beside him.
What should I do?
What should he do?
He didn't know that all he could do was wave his wand at the sky, his face pale, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Isn't the Guardian Charm supposed to be a benevolent power?
Why is it that every time he uses it, it causes him excruciating pain, so much so that it feels like his soul is being torn apart?
He seemed to have found the answer.
He seemed to see that damned Lockhart standing beside him, muttering like a devil, "Let Lily go, and let yourself go too..."
Do not!
Don't let go!
I'd rather die than let them go!
His heart was roaring with anger, confusion, and sorrow. His heart was filled with negativity, yet the guardian angel in heaven shone ever brighter.
I-
"What should we do?" Just then, Harry suddenly exclaimed in surprise, and Snape quickly looked over coldly.
It wasn't Lockhart who appeared before them.
Instead, he appears as a dark wizard wearing tattered wizard robes, with nothing visible inside his hood.
This is Lockhart's Boggart.
Boggart visibly relaxed when he saw them. "Professor Snape, quick! A group of dark wizards have appeared at the Rainbow Fish Farm. I need your help!"
As he spoke, a spatial rift suddenly appeared behind him.
The emerald green light spread rapidly, painting a scene completely different from the rest of the world.
The scene shows the wronged fairy and Ron fighting against the werewolves, and there is also a very familiar figure in the middle: the werewolf Fenrir Greyback!
"I warned you long ago, Crabbe isn't trustworthy." Snape scoffed, looking at him with obvious displeasure. "Why didn't you go?"
Bogut shrugged helplessly. "I'm having some issues right now and can't get away, so I'm troubling you."
Snape's fist hardened. He knew it. He knew it. He knew that this guy couldn't protect the students at all. They had to rely on him. They had to rely on him.
But why now!
Lockhart, you bastard, you did that on purpose!
Lily—a student—.
Past — Present: Emotions and Responsibilities.
Why, why make him make such a choice!
Boggart clearly didn't want to listen to his inner monologue, and pushed him towards the painted image, "Hurry up!"
Snape was just that kind of person; he was pushed around by Lockhart and couldn't make any decisions, he was just being pushed around.
perhaps-
He had already made his choice.