allendalepharm Chapter 92 I Don't Want to Be Invisible Anymore
Chapter 92 I Don't Want to Be Invisible Anymore
Chapter 92 I Don't Want to Be Invisible Anymore
Draco cried out in surprise, reacting with lightning speed by shoving his foot on the sofa and lunging to the side.
This is a standard Quidditch tactical move for dodging the ball, which Professor Lockhart taught him. He should make good use of the techniques he learned in Quidditch to complement his fighting style.
He did it. A terrible, foul stench swept over them, and the huge, furry monster stumbled into the fireplace, roaring angrily.
He saw it!
Werewolf!
This town actually has werewolves!
"Ron, Ron!" he yelled as he lunged at Ron, grabbing Ron's arm and shaking him violently.
But no matter how much he called him, Ron seemed to be fast asleep.
"Damn it, damn it!"
He panicked. "You damn Weasley, wake up!"
He slapped Ron hard, finally waking him up.
Ron opened his eyes, still groggy from drinking, and looked at Draco with some confusion, rubbing his burning cheek. "Why do I feel a little pain? What did you do to me while I was drunk?"
"Run, you idiot!" Draco was horrified to find the werewolf breaking free of the fireplace's restraints and could no longer resist grabbing Ron's arm, trying to get him to run.
But the werewolf was too fast.
It leaped out of the fireplace, kicking up a cloud of ashes, and almost instantly appeared before them.
The struggle in the fireplace had clearly enraged the werewolf. It no longer intended to infect the young wizard and swung its sharp claws at Draco.
Fast, extremely fast!
But no matter how fast it goes, it can't be as fast as the Golden Thief!
Draco was astonished to find that, in this battle, he could see so clearly every detail of the werewolf's arm movements.
And predicting the angle from which the attack might occur, just like he predicted the direction the Golden Snitch would fly during the game.
He quickly bent down and squatted on the ground, using both hands and feet to retreat rapidly to the left and back.
As expected, the werewolf missed again.
He slammed it hard against the cabinet next to him, smashing it to pieces.
"Run!" Draco couldn't care less about Ron this time. He had really done everything he could. He turned around, slammed open the door, and ran out.
He ran while glancing back, only to find that the werewolf wasn't chasing him. He could only hear the werewolf's roar and Ron's terrified and desperate screams from the dark doorway.
"Ah~"
Ron's voice suddenly turned shrill, and finally stopped completely with a sound of bones cracking.
"!!!"
Draco swallowed hard in fear, then turned and ran away into the distance. At this point, the only safe place in town was the hunter's tavern, and he had to get there quickly.
A gentle breeze blew through the Białowieża forest, and the sun shone brightly.
Ron screamed and fell to the ground, waving his hands wildly, then blinked in a daze.
"I'm not dead?"
He frantically patted himself down, then touched his neck to make sure there wasn't a big hole, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, he recovered from the sudden attack and looked around in a daze.
This is the forest lakeside they came to from the fireplace. Lockhart held up his wand and painted a fun and dreamlike world. Everyone stood motionless in that world.
He tried calling out to everyone, "Professor Lockhart? Harry? Hermione? —"
Nobody paid him any attention; everyone stood there like statues.
He tried to get closer to everyone, but found that he couldn't get into that scene no matter what he did.
This left him feeling somewhat desperate. He stared blankly around, wondering, "What should I do?"
I don't know, no one can give him an answer.
He tried to communicate with Professor Lockhart's terrifying pets, but the dark magic creatures ignored him. So, somewhat helplessly, he walked to a large rock by the lake, curled up, propped his head up with his hands, and stared blankly at everyone.
Maybe everyone will wake up in a little while.
That's what he was thinking.
But it didn't happen.
He waited like that until it got dark, until his stomach started growling with hunger, until the night wind howled through the forest, and there was no sound from his surroundings.
It was an incredibly long night for him, and as he recalled the adventure, he felt nothing but indescribable regret and shame.
In particular, he enjoyed that affluent life and the pampered only son in his family so much that he instinctively didn't want to leave the town to go to the circus to find his twin brothers and others.
He had never experienced such a life before, with his parents and elders loving him and good friends by his side, even though Harry had become Draco.
He felt somewhat ashamed.
Professor Lockhart said it was an adventure, but he betrayed the adventure and preferred to stay where he was. He failed the expectations Professor Lockhart had when he gave him the wand.
He could have performed better.
His "father" had many hunters under his command, and he should have used his influence to contribute to everyone's adventures.
he.-.-
He even got drunk in the end, for such a ridiculous reason.
Ron slapped himself hard, and even though he didn't slap himself that hard, it still stung.
Being drunk felt terrible. Malfoy was dragging and pulling, yelling and shouting, but Malfoy was too weak to escape with him.
"Sigh~"
He felt somewhat unsure how to face everyone.
Holding his magic wand, he stirred the lake water, only to feel a wave of worry wash over him.
He always behaved so badly, disappointing everyone. He knew that his brothers and sisters were all so outstanding, but he was always so terrible.
He looked at the sky with a helpless expression, filled with youthful despair.
However, at that moment, he rubbed his eyes in confusion.
It seems like he saw something?
Ron jumped up with a start, gripped his wand tightly, and stared wide-eyed, trying to make out the dark night sky above.
I see!
He seemed to see a huge cloak, bright red, with a hood, its hem swaying in the sky, large enough to cover the entire sky.
The cloak flickered, much like the Muggle television his father had placed in the shed, whose screen also flickered. His father said it was a connection problem.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of bubbles on the lake surface.
I quickly looked down to observe, and discovered that a round, chubby fish that looked like a colorful balloon had suddenly emerged from the lake. This fish swam like a duck, and it seemed to have webbed feet paddling underwater.
Just then, a faint blue light flashed, and one of Professor Lockhart's pets flew over, grabbed the fish, and flew into the air.
Kama!
A sharp cracking sound of bone breaking sent Ron's face turning pale as he instantly recalled the scene of the werewolf grabbing him and biting off his neck.
But soon, he saw Professor Lockhart's pet disdainfully throw down the long-legged, webbed-feeted ball-shaped fish, seemingly disliking the food, and fly back onto Lockhart's shoulder.
If you won't eat it, I will!
Ron was starving!
He quickly lay down on the rock and reached out to grab the fish that was floating on the lake and looked like it was dead, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't reach it. He found a stick and immediately thought of a solution.
Just then, a golden light flashed, and he saw the little golden monkey running quickly across the lake. He scooped it up and pried an oval bone from the fish's body, which looked like a jewel.
The little monkey quickly came up to him, holding up the round fish and offering it to him. "Gurgle?"
Ron tried asking him, "For me?"
The little monkey nodded, and after he took the bone, he lowered his head and played with it before returning to Professor Lockhart's side.
Ron looked at the round fish in his hand, then at the little monkey, and said earnestly, "Thank you."
But is this thing edible?
He didn't know that; all he knew was that he was about to faint from hunger.
He gathered some branches from the woods, piled them up by the lake, and then lit the wood with his wand.
They then skewered the fish on a branch and roasted it over the fire.
This fish was unexpectedly delicious, fresh, fragrant, and tender. Even without salt or other spices, he almost chewed up and swallowed the skull of the fish head.
After finally eating and drinking his fill, he was at a loss for what to do next.
Looking at Professor Lockhart and the others, sadness welled up inside her. "They must still be adventuring in that place, but I won't have that chance—"
He was so unwilling to accept it.
He always longed for a chance to prove himself, but when the opportunity finally came, he always missed it.
"What should I do?"
"What exactly is that cloak in the sky?"
Just then, a billowing plume of black smoke crashed down in front of him, transforming into a dark figure shrouded in tattered wizard robes and hood. Professor Lockhart's voice came from within, "Ron, you said there's a cloak in the sky?"
Ron immediately became excited, shouting, "Professor, haha, finally someone's talking to me!"
The figure approached, extending a dark, pale, and dry hand to ruffle his hair. "We must always learn to feel solitude and find our true selves. Ron, perhaps your adventure isn't in the crowd, but in walking alone?"
Ron stared blankly at him, still unable to understand or comprehend any of this.
Lockhart didn't continue the topic. "My situation is a bit complicated right now, and I can't maintain this state for long. Ron, are you sure there's a wizard's robe in the sky?"
Ron nodded, pointing to the sky. "Yes, Professor, look, it's bright red, and a very, very big one!"
Lockhart could communicate through Boggarts, but he couldn't perceive phenomena that required magical intervention. Hearing this, he nodded. "Ron, I need your help. Are you willing?"
"Of course!" Ron exclaimed excitedly, eager to help. "Professor, please give me your instructions!"
"Cast a Guardian Charm toward the cloak in the sky. I know you might not be able to attack it right now, but you have to find a way. Your help in the real dimension will definitely make things easier for us in there."
Ron looked at him with a pained expression. It seemed that this favor wouldn't be so easy to do. He knew his own situation; the Guardian Charm he released was only a faint silver light that was so thin that it might not be noticeable unless you looked closely.
So, attacking the cloak high in the sky like that, is that even worth a second glance?
"Believe in your own strength! Believe in the power of your heart!" Lockhart's voice was always so gentle, full of encouragement. "Go and find all the beauty and joy deep within your heart, Ron, I believe in you."
Can..-
I don't believe in myself.
Before Ron could say anything more, the figure transformed into black smoke once more, flying up and crashing down beside Professor Lockhart, turning into a tall, burly monster wielding a large axe.
Hey~
He scratched his head, looking puzzled.
If only this damned "Guardian Charm" required inner fear, he could do it with ease. He used to be most afraid of spiders, but now he has one more: werewolves.
See, this is absolutely effortless.
But the joy and beauty in one's heart—
What does he have?
But he only knew this one thing—he absolutely, positively could not let everyone down again! He didn't want to be looked down upon anymore! He never wanted to be invisible in a crowd again!