allendalepharm Chapter 99 My name is Tom Riddle
Chapter 99 My name is Tom Riddle
Chapter 99 My name is Tom Riddle
The werewolf chased after the girl with a terrifying howl, moving at an incredible speed, as if it might pounce on her at any moment and tear her apart with its drooling, fanged maw.
Hermione kept looking back, her anger slowly turning into despair.
magic!
She longs to possess magical powers!
She was like a helpless Muggle who had stumbled into a world of magic, where magic was everywhere except for her.
The old witch who guided her in brewing potions, the red cloak that could exert some influence over beasts and monsters, and even the forest she was in were all helping her. When the werewolf ran almost as fast as a flying broom, the forest seemed to be enchanted with a smothering spell, rapidly expanding and helping her to distance herself from the werewolf.
But this still couldn't stop the werewolf from getting closer and closer. Several times she could almost smell the werewolf's warm breath, which carried a slightly wild, fishy smell.
If it weren't for the horse beneath her being so agile, constantly dodging and weaving, she would have already perished in the wolf's jaws.
Hermione quickly noticed the horse's unusual behavior.
Silver-white, translucent, long mane swaying in the wind like a silver ribbon, surrounded by silver-white smoke—this is the guardian deity!
She can distinguish between guardian spirits and animals, and she can also tell that this is not her guardian spirit.
A free horse, a passionate horse, a horse full of wisdom yet unruly. She wrapped her arms around the horse's neck, pressed her cheek against its body, and could clearly feel Professor Lockhart's presence.
She didn't know why Professor Lockhart's Patronus was protecting her, helping her escape the beasts in the castle, and keeping her away from the werewolves.
Professor Lockhart clearly stated that the Patronus Charm is always the best choice to combat the corruption of dark forces, as it has extremely strong universality. However, this Patronus Charm did not stay by Professor Lockhart's side to protect her; instead, it came to her.
She was surrounded by so much magic, but what about her own?
Since receiving her Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry acceptance letter, she had never been so angry, nor had she ever longed for magic so much.
She was so humble, she had never been so humble toward magic before, as if she were no longer casually using the knowledge she had learned, but was praying to magic on an equal footing.
Magic, oh magic, please help me.
This was her first attempt to communicate with magic, or rather, to communicate with the magical power that she had long taken for granted within her.
This approach was completely foreign to her.
Then something amazing happened.
She suddenly felt the magic within her, and she even found her wand in her hand, the touch so real.
She suddenly had this realization.
It has always been there, but she often ignores it.
It always longed to communicate with her, but she always ignored it, even disregarding the role it played in her spellcasting. She only cared about the wisdom in the book and those spells.
Just like her excellent dentist father once told her, "I didn't truly embark on my life's journey until I realized my talent in this area." Ignoring talent and only believing that everything is achieved through one's own efforts will inevitably lead to a day when one misjudges one's abilities and ventures into areas that talent cannot cover, yet always thinks that one can solve everything, resulting in major failures.
People should know how to be humble and respectful.
For the first time, the proud Hermione learned about humility and reverence.
Having magic and not having magic are vastly different; the whole world becomes drastically different.
The most direct feeling is that when you look up, you can see a huge red cloak floating in the sky, appearing and disappearing in the darkness, swaying in the wind as if baring its fangs and claws, resisting the guardian spells released from different corners of the ground.
Yes, Hermione was surprised to find that her friends had been there all along, and everyone was fighting.
The situation had become so urgent that silver light and smoke swirled in the sky, with guardian spirits leaping and soaring among them, fighting against the red cloak.
Even though everyone is in different corners of this wonderful world, experiencing their own fairytale adventures, they fight together so closely, except for her.
Then she discovered something even more terrifying: the red cloak was on her body!
Yes, it was a very strange feeling. She could clearly feel that the red cloak on her body and the red cloak in the sky were so similar, even the amplitude of their swaying was exactly the same!
She gasped, suddenly realizing why Professor Lockhart's Patronus had been protecting her all along.
Because Professor Lockhart had already stepped to the forefront of the fight against the Red Cloak, this dark magic monster!
Hermione might even have a misconception.
The terrifying werewolf behind her wasn't chasing her, but rather Professor Lockhart's Patronus and the red cloak she wore; and the forest wasn't helping her, but rather helping them.
Yes, the forest is also fighting against the werewolves, against this demon that tries to attack and devour everything!
She should play a role.
She deserves to play a role.
She waved her wand, feeling an unprecedented surge of magical power; it was a unique and powerful connection that gave her immense confidence.
"Fuchsia!"
This is a spell suggested by Professor Lockhart and taught by Professor Snape, specifically designed to deal with large-sized Dark Magic creatures.
Magic that defends against physical damage.
Unfortunately, despite feeling that the power of her magic was far greater than before, she still couldn't break through the werewolf's terrifying magic resistance.
This was not unexpected for her; it was just an experiment. Professor Lockhart had explained this in detail in class, instructing them to take this into account when using this spell against monsters with high magic resistance, such as basilisks.
"Fuchsia!"
She cast the spell again, her purpose extremely clear.
In an instant, the thick snow on the ground, the layer of fallen leaves underneath, and even the thick muddy ground all exploded and spewed upwards.
The scene was as if an anti-tank mine had been detonated on the ground. Even the tall trees in the surrounding primeval forest were uprooted and, as they spun and hung upside down under the guidance of magic, crashed into the werewolf.
But this didn't seem to harm the werewolf in the slightest. This monster, whose body was covered in dark smoke like black flames, was hit by a tree trunk that would take seven or eight people to encircle, and although it looked like it was thrown away, it seemed completely unharmed.
Fortunately, this is enough to create distance between them.
As her guardian horse galloped at incredible speed, she relentlessly destroyed everything in her path that blocked the werewolf's path, eventually leaving him completely behind.
The silver-white horse galloped wildly, her red cloak fluttering in the snowflakes. She soon arrived at the beast's castle, climbed back into the castle along ropes made of colorful sheets, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After catching her breath, she quickly realized something, ripped off her red cloak, glanced at the scene of various guardians battling red cloaks in the sky outside the window, swallowed hard, and tried to aim her wand at the cloak.
She always manages to easily find the crux of the problem.
"Protect the Gods!"
Silver light burst forth from the tip of the wand, whistling and swirling in mid-air, from which emerged a white ram with thick, long horns.
This should be a ewe, but it has huge horns that are not common to ewes, which indicate its aggressive nature.
I can now unleash the full Guardian Angel Spell!
Hermione's face lit up with a happy smile as she looked at the Patronus who had appeared with great joy.
Aries symbolizes the beginning of spring and new life. They are powerful and impulsive pioneers who forge ahead, full of adventurous and proactive spirit in pursuing goals, and possess amazing wisdom in calmly and rationally facing everything.
New life, courage, adventure, and wisdom—these are the characteristics of her mind at this moment.
A wizard's Patronus Charm is not static. Books say that when a wizard's mind changes, their Patronus Charm also changes. One book recounts a romantic story of a male wizard releasing his Patronus Charm, which had remained unchanged for decades, to express his feelings to a female wizard.
Of course, there are countless examples of guardian spirits dying when their hearts are completely corrupted by dark forces.
Perhaps this is one of the many results brought about by Lockhart's time travel.
Hermione is quietly embarking on her own magical path, and her psychic powers are beginning to exhibit such fascinating changes.
Her mental state at this point was clearly no longer that of the original Otter, whether it was Otter or Harry Potter.
Neither the metaphor of an otter and Ron's Jack Russell Terrier chasing each other fits.
She is who she is.
Although she remains Harry and Ron's good friend, she is also someone who embarks on an adventure alone.
As the guardian's power emanated into the room, the red cloak that had been thrown on the floor seemed to be enraged, billowing and flailing wildly.
Boom!
The door was flung open, and a pale-faced, handsome young man stared angrily at Hermione, his eyes blazing with fury. "How dare you cast such a spell in my castle!"
Hermione was so frightened that she quickly cast the Patronus Charm, grabbed the red cloak in front of her, and was about to put it on.
"You'll never be able to wear it again!"
The young man looked at her with a cold smile. "You no longer feel loneliness and insecurity inside; it's resisting you, and you're resisting it too!"
He was right.
Hermione frantically tried to put the red cloak on, but no matter how hard she struggled, she found that the cloak was extremely disobedient and kept dodging her.
"I—I, Hermione, quickly recovered from the panic and gripped my wand tightly. Yes, I should trust the wand in my hand and the magical power in my heart more than the cloak!"
"You won't attack me, even though I'm weaker than I've ever been!"
The young man crossed his arms, glanced warily at the rope binding the bedsheet hanging from the windowsill, and a slight smile played on his lips. "I know you fled my castle, but you've come back."
"You need my help. I can feel your urgency. Poor little witch, when you are helpless in the face of everything, you always yearn to rely on a powerful external force. Foolish, weak, and powerless."
Hermione simply threw away the red cloak that was struggling in her hands, ripped the glass vial hanging around her neck with one hand, and pointed her wand at the young man with the other, "Who are you?"
"I forgot!"
The young man's reply was baffling.
He seemed somewhat lost, looking around the castle and out the window at the forest. "I can feel my incompleteness. I can feel a terrible being in the forest, eyeing me and trying to devour me."
"I only remember my name—"
He earnestly told Hermione his name, "Tom Riddle!"
Tom Riddle?
Who?
Hermione didn't recognize this person, but although he seemed strong and arrogant, he appeared to be someone she could communicate with.
She was about to try to communicate with them when she suddenly heard a mournful wolf's roar.
"Chirp~~~"
A lone wolf howled at the moon, and the entire forest trembled.
"It's here!" Tom Riddle's face changed, and he looked out the window in horror. "That monster that tried to devour me is here! Damn it, you lured it here, didn't you?"
He was so angry, "Bringing it to me when I'm at my weakest?"