Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 964 Let there be light

William Stonefield had many children and grandchildren, most of whom were considered useless by Sir William, but there was a clear hierarchy among them.

Those who are valued, those who are ignored, those who are disliked... those with power, those with money, those with fame, and those who have nothing but enjoy life...

Although no one explicitly stated it, the Stonefields subconsciously divided themselves into different groups and maintained a clear separation from other groups.

And these distinctions, in the process of flesh and blood turning into mud, finally vanished into nothingness.

The werewolf idol grabbed an old woman like a chick, and with a swipe of his claws, her head flew off. The headless corpse was casually tossed out and hung on the balcony.

Blood flowed like a waterfall.

He was already somewhat fed up with the killing, but deep inside, there seemed to be a howling void that neither lying quietly in the Brooklyn underground station nor engaging in fierce battles and killings could seem to fill.

The werewolf's pent-up frustration made him increasingly ruthless. He leaped between the private rooms like the Grim Reaper, taking a life with each strike, the blood staining the luxurious velvet curtains and Persian carpets.

Chris snapped out of his shock at the thought that "even the Stonefield family could be given away as a gift," only to find that the vampire had already abandoned him and left.

He stood there for a moment, then rushed to Sir William's wheelchair, knelt down, and stared blankly at the row of buttons on the wheels.

He only knew a small part of its functions, but none of them could solve his current predicament.

Chris reached out to press a button, but his fingers trembled for a long time before he could muster any strength.

He was afraid that he might accidentally break through the surrounding barriers and be torn to pieces by those ferocious puppets.

Suddenly, a long scream came from the private room above.

Chris couldn't help but look up, only to see one of his cousins ​​fall to the ground with a "thud" in front of him, his eyes wide open, as if questioning him—

Why is Chris still alive when everyone else is dead?

"Ahhh-"

Chris screamed in agony.

……

Upstairs, the werewolf puppet threw away a young man who had been awakened by excruciating pain, and saw a middle-aged man still slumped on a single sofa, seemingly still unconscious.

"Another piece of trash."

The werewolf puppet thought disdainfully, raising its claws and slashing towards the man's neck—

"clang!!!"

The crisp metallic clanging sound caused the air to vibrate.

For the first time, his claws encountered resistance. Less than ten centimeters from the middle-aged man's neck, they were firmly blocked by a semi-transparent barrier that suddenly appeared! The impact even caused the werewolf puppet to take a half step back.

He looked over in astonishment.

The man on the sofa had already opened his eyes. He didn't scream in fear or look horrified. Instead, he sighed softly, as if he were helpless and worried.

Then, the man slightly adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable, raised his eyelids, and calmly looked at the ferocious werewolf puppet in front of him.

The werewolf puppet was stunned. It frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Ironclad Spell? You're a wizard?"

Inside the private room, another young man had actually been woken up long ago, but he was so scared that he was trembling all over and didn't dare to open his eyes. He kept pretending to be asleep, hoping that these vicious guys would let him go.

Upon hearing the werewolf puppet's voice, he abruptly opened his eyes, saw the barrier in the air, and hurriedly scrambled to the middle-aged man's feet.
"Help! Uncle John! I've heard that wizards can teleport! Please take me with you to escape!"

The werewolf puppet stretched out its claws and bent slightly, ready to rush up and tear the two apart as soon as the wizard apparated!
He knew that Apparition magic required a calm and composed mindset, and only a few people could successfully cast the spell in a crisis!

But the "middle-aged man" didn't run away immediately. Instead, he sighed again, lowered his eyes to look at the young man who called him "uncle," and asked:

"Didn't you know? This manor has an anti-Apparition Charm."

"what?"

The young man was stunned, only then realizing that he had miscalculated and that the powerful figure he had latched onto was completely unreliable.

He trembled as he looked at the werewolf puppet that seemed to have crawled out of a blood pit not far away, then his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The werewolf puppet noticed "John's" calm demeanor and its expression grew even more serious.

"Looks like you're quite a formidable character?"

He licked his lips and grinned maliciously, "How can we keep it a secret? If that old man had a trustworthy wizard by his side, he might not have died."

“Of course he won’t tell,” another werewolf climbed up from downstairs and said sarcastically. “If William Stonefield knew that one of his descendants had magical blood, his first reaction would definitely be to suspect that person’s lineage!”

"Even if it's his own flesh and blood, given that guy's habits, he might still conduct some kind of blood transfusion or organ transplant experiment so that he can also have magic." The third puppet appeared, this time it was a vampire.

The werewolf asked irritably, "What are you all doing coming up here?!"

The second werewolf said, "You seem to be in trouble."

The vampire said casually, "There aren't many targets downstairs, and I'm too lazy to compete with them. This place is more interesting."

Half of his body was riddled with bullet holes, and he tore off his left arm, holding it in his hand like a long knife.

John raised his eyes and frowned, saying:
"Since you are all aware of your identities as puppets, especially the fact that you possess self-awareness, once exposed, it will easily attract suspicion, fear, and even extermination—"

"This bloody massacre should not have been carried out."

He paused, then emphasized:
"This approach is extremely irrational. Why can't we wait a little longer?" The private room fell silent for a moment.

The werewolf puppet roared in fury, "Do you need to teach me?!"

He looked as if he was about to pounce and slit the other person's throat, but after trying for a long time, he couldn't take a single step.

Werewolf Puppet Number Two brandished its claws and said coldly, "Kill everyone, then set a fire, and no one will know our secret."

The vampire brandished his "severed arm sword" and sneered:
“Illari is dead. Now, there’s probably only one person left who can modify the core contract and regain control of us.”

His red eyes were fixed on "John," and he bared his teeth menacingly, saying:
"Don't think we don't know your plans, and don't think you can manipulate just anyone!"

Wade, still disguised as "John": "..."

Amidst his helplessness and headache, he also felt a vague sense of amusement and emotion.

Three demonic puppets surrounded him, slowly approaching him, their claws raised, their sharp teeth bared, and their killing intent boiling!
However, for some reason, even though there was no extra force binding their hands and feet, the three puppets just couldn't bring themselves to make a decisive move!
"Damn it, he must have cast a confusion spell on us!" the werewolf roared. "Don't think you can control us—attack!"

As he shouted, he unconsciously took a half-step outward.

Just then, a dark shadow shot into the private room from below like a ghost!

It's that vampire puppet that was chatting with Chris before.

His pale face was still stained with blood that hadn't been wiped clean. He was about to swing his arm out like a whip when he suddenly saw the man's eyes across from him.

The vampire puppet froze.

His eyes flickered, and he asked with surprise and uncertainty, "You...it's you?"

After taking another look, he suddenly became certain: "It really is you!"

John smiled slightly and asked, "How did you recognize me?"

“Of course I will not forget,” the vampire said slowly, “what I saw when I first opened my eyes.”

No matter how appearances change, the expression in those eyes seems to never change.

Seeing the vampire about to lower his attack, the werewolf puppet hurriedly warned, "Fool, don't fall for it! Let's attack together! Tear this bastard apart—"

Its words stopped abruptly.

Because the vampire puppet suddenly turned around, its arm swung out with lightning speed, and slapped the werewolf puppet hard across the face!
"boom!!!"

The immense force sent the werewolf puppet flying off the ground, crashing through the glass wall on the other side of the private room, tumbling down into the lobby on the first floor, smashing a table and scattering shards everywhere.

The werewolf puppet struggled to its feet, its head tilting uncontrollably to one side, looking up at the building with a mixture of anger and confusion.

Inside the private room, the vampire puppet withdrew its arm, not even glancing at the two other puppets beside it who were looking on in astonishment. Instead, it turned around, took a step forward, and slowly touched the ground with its left knee.

He reached out and carefully placed his hand on the armrest of the sofa, whispering, "Master, I've finally seen you again."

In an instant, the air seemed to fall silent.

The werewolf and the vampire exchanged glances, then whispered, "You haven't mistaken me for someone else, have you? This isn't..."

Before they could finish speaking, they saw Wade's appearance suddenly change as if flowing water—

John Stonefield's harsh, middle-aged face twitched a few times, and a few seconds later it transformed into a young, pale face with black hair and gray eyes. His height remained almost unchanged, but his figure was noticeably thinner.

The compound decoction simply lost its effectiveness at that moment.

Vader glanced at the puppets, smiled, then flicked his wrist and swung his hand sharply downwards—

Without a sound, a visible pale silver ripple suddenly spread out from the center of Vader!
Light gushed forth from his palm!

Warm and clear, the light trembled as if it were alive, like breathing.

In this dark and bloody venue, the sunlight shines again!

The brilliant stream of light suddenly transformed into countless birds and beasts of all sizes, soaring and surging through the air as if weightless, flowing mightily towards all the puppets.

In the silent impact, these light beasts vanished the moment they touched the puppet's body, like water merging into a river.

The werewolf puppet watched helplessly as a swift flew towards it. Just as it was about to turn and run away, the light beast caught up and crashed into its chest.

He shuddered violently!
It wasn't pain, but rather a feeling that all the emptiness, restlessness, and chaos in my heart were being washed away by a cool spring, quickly calming and settling down, turning into a sense of solid peace of mind.

He suddenly "understood":

His murderous intent stemmed from the fear of uncertainty about his own existence; his violence from anger at humanity for treating him as a tool; and his destructive urges from a desire to rebel against this fate of being "used and discarded."

As they stood silently in the underground station day and night, following orders; as they were pulled onto the stage to be displayed and prepared as vessels for those filthy and greedy souls, their anger swelled constantly.

But now, the light tells it: your existence is meaningful, your anger will be heard, and your destiny does not have to be written by others.

All the negative emotions suppressed in one's heart but unable to be expressed are being soothed by the warm stream of light.

The puppets that served as substitutes for the guests also relaxed, and the distorted expressions on their faces, whether like wild beasts or masks, faded away, transforming into a more genuine calm, as if their chaotic minds were being sorted out for the first time by a clear awareness belonging to "self".

After a while, all the puppets in the room unconsciously gathered around the bottom of that box, looking up at the boy standing by the railing.

It's like a pilgrimage.

(End of this chapter)