allendalepharm Chapter 94 From Warmth to Loneliness
Chapter 94 From Warmth to Loneliness
Chapter 94 From Warmth to Loneliness
Draco didn't think it was good at all.
He is going to die.
Professor Lockhart disappeared without a trace, like a wise man in a fairy tale who suddenly appears before you to give you guidance, and then vanishes without a trace.
Unfortunately, tonight is the night of the full moon, and the terrifying werewolves have attacked the town once again.
Ron died just like that, and Hermione disappeared without a trace. In this unfamiliar town, he was suddenly all alone.
Professor Lockhart, help me!
I have no way to cast spells right now!
Draco had no choice but to seek help at the taverns of the Muggle hunters, hoping to gain their protection.
He didn't see anything wrong with asking Muggles for help.
The Malfoy family is known for its flexible bottom line. Their "pure-blood supremacy" is different from others—they recognize the concept of pure-bloods, including pure-blood wizards and pure-blood Muggles.
Draco had at least once been secretly taken by his father Lucius to meet a pure-blooded Muggle—the Muggle Queen.
The Malfoy family, the most influential of the contemporary "Holy Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families" of wizards, gets along very well with the pure-blood Muggle queen and nobles, as they all share the same interests—they all despise those mixed-blood hybrids.
Whether they are mixed-race or of unknown origin, so much so that wizards now seem like they sprang from the mud of Muggles.
Yes, it's written as "bloodline" but read as "interests".
However, even though their interests and positions were so aligned, Lucius repeatedly warned Draco to be wary of these Muggles.
He said, "A wizard is a wizard, and a Muggle is a Muggle."
Draco soon came to a profound understanding of this.
He slammed open the tavern door and roared at the hunters who were still drinking and making merry, "Werewolves have appeared!"
He pointed to the full moon outside the window, anxiously warning the people to grab their weapons as soon as possible, "I was just being chased by a werewolf, and it could catch up at any moment!"
These hunters are the only force in town capable of fighting the werewolves, and he doesn't want to ruin the lives of these people who could help him because of his recklessness.
His words had an effect.
The once noisy bar suddenly fell silent. Whether it was the people jumping onto the tables and talking animatedly, the one secretly measuring the bartender's size, or the person wiping glasses at the bar, everyone seemed to have pressed a freeze button and turned to look at him.
Draco was relieved to find that many people were hurriedly grabbing their weapons.
A lean, nimble-looking hunter lunged at the bar door, peered outside for a moment, then closed the door and turned to Draco. "Kid, are you sure the werewolves are after you?"
Draco was absolutely certain.
Then he watched as the group of burly men wielding weapons rushed toward him.
That's not right!
You should be dealing with the werewolves, why are you attacking me instead?
Even after he was tied to a bar pillar with his hands behind his back, his face bruised and swollen, he still looked bewildered, struggling violently and roaring angrily, "Do you think I'm lying to you, or do you think I'm a werewolf?"
"Oh, of course not." The lean hunter rubbed the blade of his dagger, looking at him with a smirk. "Do you know why we were able to deal with werewolves?"
Draco shook his head.
"Because werewolves aren't interested in us." The hunter brandished his dagger and patted Draco's cheek. "They're only interested in witches. As long as we keep the doors and windows closed, werewolves won't break into the house."
The people around Draco, looking completely bewildered, burst into laughter and started chattering amongst themselves.
"Werewolves aren't interested in us, so evil witches are the hunters' targets."
"But he looks like a man."
"Who knows?"
"Look how pale he is, it's hard to say he really might be a witch in disguise. Why don't we check him out?"
"You're really daring! What if he curses you?"
......
Draco's face flushed red as he suddenly realized his foolishness. These dueling club students were helping Professor Lockhart organize data on dark magic creatures.
He knew perfectly well that werewolves tended to attack wizards rather than Muggles, but he said it was because of the different tastes.
But how could he not realize that a simple sentence in the book had turned into such a complicated scene in real life?
Who could possibly react to that?
People always have to pay the price for their stupidity.
Fortunately, he was not stripped naked for inspection; unfortunately, he was tied to a stake to be burned at the stake.
He finally knew how hunters dealt with werewolves.
He set a trap, secretly drew his crossbow and held up his javelin, then threw bait into the trap—this was the wizard.
Now all that's left is to patiently wait for the werewolves to come and enjoy their last supper.
What should I do?
What to do!
Is he going to become the first wizard to be burned at the stake by Muggles in the new century?
Do not!
He can't die!
He carries too much on his shoulders. Goyle and Crabbe need to be treated as soon as possible, and his parents are constantly facing the threat of the Dark Lord. He cannot die!!!
He must regain his spellcasting ability as soon as possible!
Magic is enough to solve all the problems at hand!
After Professor Lockhart reminded him of this problem, he had been thinking about it for a whole night. He actually had some ideas, but he didn't know if they were right or wrong.
He dared not take the risk and hoped to confirm with Professor Lockhart that his idea was correct.
This is a prudent approach, and there is nothing wrong with it.
But there was no longer any time for him to hesitate.
Perhaps this is what Professor Lockhart meant when he said that everyone has their own magical path.
he-
I've decided to relinquish the power of the Guardian Angel Spell!
Yes, he actually knew that he was not suited for the Guardian Charm at all.
This is not to say that he was unable to unleash it; the effect of the spell he cast was at least much stronger than Ron's little bit of light, and he also had a lot of beauty and joy in his heart.
But he opposed doing so.
Perhaps it's because of his personality, because he was told from a young age that he needed to shoulder too much, because he has such a complex mind, that people may not know much about the good and happy things in his life.
So he resisted using these as nourishment for magic, hoping to carefully preserve these precious memories and joys that were already few and might become even fewer in the future.
Yes, I won't touch them, and I won't be attached to the guardian spell anymore.
Instead, he planned to experience the power of dark magic!
He felt he might be the only one in the school who understood Professor Lockhart's teachings on Defense Against the Dark Arts, because he found that many of Lockhart's ideas were actually teaching him how to use dark magic better.
He had an idea and a method, but his only problem was whether it was the right thing to do.
Now, he probably can't wait for anyone to give him an answer.
He has to make the decision himself.
Draco closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to calm himself down and carefully feel the influence of the dark magic creature on his mind.
Everyone else chose to fight against this dark force, but he chose to take the opportunity to feel it.
Soon, as he lowered his guard against the power of dark magic creatures, an extremely terrifying loneliness began to spread in his heart. This loneliness gave him an impulse to find a large hooded robe to hide himself in, so as not to face those messy things.
This loneliness made him feel an emotion called "insecurity" rapidly rising from the depths of his heart, like a cold, venomous snake crawling onto his skin, giving him goosebumps.
That's the feeling!
He had barely touched the fireplace when he panicked and re-established his defenses against the terrible emotion.
But now, he lets it grow in his heart, lets it infect his emotions, and makes him resonate with it more and more.
On the stake, he trembled all over, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
He suddenly felt the ropes binding him getting tighter, and the shoes on his feet were also getting tighter, making it particularly uncomfortable to press against his toes.
He seemed to be growing up very quickly, his body developing and growing taller rapidly.
He didn't know why this change was happening, but he did know that his emotions were particularly intense at this moment, so intense that he once again felt the boiling of magic within his body, and the wand that he should have been holding tightly.
The familiar feel made him want to cry tears of joy.
magic!
The power of magic was felt once again!
But he wasn't happy at all. He felt a subtle change in his mindset, so he just pursed his lips and looked up at the hunters in the dark corners around him.
Those people were waiting for the werewolf to come and eat him.
If the werewolf hadn't come tonight, he might have been burned to death in the early morning. The hunters were cautious, knowing that the wizard should deal with him as soon as possible. Keeping him imprisoned as a werewolf bait for a long time would only give the wizard an opportunity to harm them.
Huh~
I've found my chance now, just you wait for my revenge!
Draco waved his wand gently, and the ropes binding his wrists and legs began to untie themselves and fall off.
He continued casting the spell, "The black dragon emerges from its cave!"
A huge python appeared in the open space in front of the pyre and quickly attacked the hunters in the surrounding dark corners.
The snake was so large that it attracted the attention of many hunters.
A barrage of crossbow bolts and javelins shot towards the snake.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Draco quickly cast an illusion spell on himself, a spell that makes him look like a chameleon, blending into the background in the eyes of others.
Then he cast a spell on the rope, transforming it into his own likeness and binding it to the stake, while he quickly ran towards the darkest corner closest to him.
Soon, he arrived behind the hunter in the corner, who was licking his lips and holding a steel knife, and raised his wand, aiming it at the back of the hunter's head.
What kind of magic should be used to kill the opponent?
Draco hesitated.
Just then, the whole world suddenly shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck.
He vaguely sensed something and looked up in confusion, only to see a huge red cloak fluttering in the air, so large that it seemed to cover everything.
But something unexpected clearly happened.
He saw a unique silver magical light flashing from a Guardian Angel spell, and a giant rat Guardian Angel was tearing at the cloak.
Then he saw a meteor shower.
An upside-down meteor shower.
From an unknown distance, streaks of silver light shot across the sky, attacking the red cloak above.
He recognized two of the Patronus, George's and Fred's, which they had shown to everyone without hesitation in Professor Lockhart's office before.
Among these silver lights, the most special ones are a stag and a reindeer.
But Draco wasn't sure whose Patronus it was.
So, it turns out we weren't actually that far apart.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the hunter whose head his wand was pointing at, and ultimately did not cast any poison spells. He slowly took a step back and blended into the darkness of the alley behind him.
Draco quickly escaped the traps set by the hunters, glanced back at them, and then turned and left.
I wonder how everyone else is doing.
I wonder what Professor Lockhart's current situation is.