Chapter 29: Pensieve and Diary
Not to mention the preciousness of the book itself, The Complete Guide to Pensieve Arts, the reading notes of Voldemort's youth alone were enough to prove its value.
No one could deny Voldemort's top-tier level in the field of magic.
Lockhart could imagine the heartache Lucius Malfoy must have felt when he had to sell this book.
But there was no choice. If Arthur Weasley found it, his past claims during Wizengamot trials that he had been bewitched into serving the Dark Lord would be completely discredited, and he would likely be sent straight to Azkaban prison.
"Hehe~"
Lockhart chuckled somewhat mockingly and continued flipping through the pages.
A golden light flashed, and Little Goldie jumped into his lap with a peach in his mouth, wiggling his little bottom to find a comfortable spot. After hesitating for a moment, he forcefully broke the peach in half and offered one half to Lockhart.
"Good boy, but I'm reading now. You eat it yourself."
Lockhart ruffled Little Goldie' furry head.
But at this moment, strands of pink tendrils emerged from his body, quickly gathering into a pink, translucent figure that perched on his back. Long golden hair cascaded down, and a head peeked curiously over his left shoulder at Little Goldie in his lap.
"Goochie!"
Little Goldie widened his fragmented golden eyes. Seeing that the other creature showed no fear of him, he immediately became a little angry, reached out with his third furry little paw to poke Lockhart, and then pointed at the Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy), "Goochie?"
—Where did this flashy, cheap thing come from?
—When did you bring another woman home?
—Am I not your little sweetheart anymore?
"Shh~"
Lockhart raised a finger to signal the two black magical creatures to be quiet. You don't even have genders, don't make such a big deal out of it. "You need to focus when reading to absorb wisdom."
His attitude was firm, so Little Goldie and the Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy) didn't dare to disturb him anymore, and could only glare at each other.
Little Goldie was obviously much fiercer. His fragmented golden eyes seemed to glow, and a terrifying despair quickly grew in the entire environment, frightening the Boggart in the tree hollow of the peach tree by the fireplace in the corner of the office, causing it to bang its head repeatedly.
Under Lockhart's guidance, who understood a little bit of everything, the gradually maturing Little Goldie had not only learned to restrain his own magical influence but had also begun to understand how to amplify and strengthen it.
He knew his fear magic environment wouldn't affect his master, so he used it unscrupulously.
The Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy) didn't know this.
She was clearly frightened.
Her pink, translucent body instantly detached from Lockhart's back and floated into the air, turning a ghastly white. Gaping maws filled with fangs split open all over her body, and her head also reverted to a rabbit's head.
As soon as she was frightened, the earth immediately granted the guardian the power to break free from its restraints and summoned it.
A large amount of blood began to seep out from all corners of the small forest in the office.
A small ball the size of a palm quickly flew out of Lockhart's pocket. Its rapidly expanding body burst the small pouch with the Undetectable Extension Charm, causing the crystal bird-snake skull Pensieve inside to explode out.
It was the Billywig. It quickly unfurled its wings in mid-air, the green on the back and the ghostly blue on the front making it look like a giant butterfly.
The Billywig was extremely fast, turning into a blue lightning bolt and pouncing on Little Goldie, who had frightened the Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy).
Yoho~!
Who wouldn't know how to call their little brother?
"Goochie!!!"
Little Goldie' reaction speed was also extremely fast. He let out a short cry, and a blue lightning bolt quickly flew out of the peach tree hollow. It was the Boggart transformed into another Billywig.
"Quiet!!!" Lockhart called out unhappily.
Instantly, Little Goldie' fear magic environment and the Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy)'s surging blood environment completely dissipated. Little Goldie hurriedly shrank back into his lap with an innocent look, and the fanged maws on the Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy) disappeared, and she fell from mid-air onto his back, reverting to her pink, translucent witch form.
Only the two Billywigs fought in mid-air, completely ignoring him.
Very good, my servant's servant is not my servant.
That's very Western.
Lockhart looked at the Billywig and the Boggart somewhat helplessly, pressing down on Little Goldie with one hand and pinching the Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy)'s cheeks with the other. "Make them quiet too, okay? The knowledge in this book is very important to me. I need an environment where I can focus."
Little Goldie had been with him for a slightly longer time and naturally knew that his master was a bit unhappy. He quickly commanded the Boggart to scram.
The Boggart transformed into a cloud of black mist in mid-air, muttering something unintelligible, and flew back towards the tree hollow.
The Billywig wanted to chase after it but was called back by the Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy), who had regained her senses.
A flash of blue light passed, and the Billywig landed on a branch in front of Lockhart. It only stayed for a moment but then began to look at Lockhart's head with restless eyes.
Little Goldie stood up with his paws on his hips, looking at this clueless thing.
With him around, no one could hurt his master!
The aura of fear and despair surged, and the Billywig instantly stiffened on the branch as if frightened, falling straight down like a piece of wood.
It rolled on the ground a few times, its blue and green glowing skin twitching in bursts.
The Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy) hesitated for a moment, glanced at Lockhart, and ultimately didn't react.
"Very good, everyone is quiet. Let's all enjoy the leisurely time of the weekend. How wonderful."
Lockhart picked up the crystal bird-snake skull Pensieve and the broken small pouch and placed them on the table beside him. He took out a row of chocolates from the drawer, tore open the wrapper, broke it in half, and handed it to Little Goldie and the Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy). "Here, have some. This tastes good."
Little Goldie' eyes lit up, and he excitedly took the chocolate, finding a comfortable position in Lockhart's lap again.
The Vengeful Fairy (wornged fairy) looked at this thing with some doubt, hesitating whether to try it. Seeing Little Goldie happily eating it, she hurriedly took one as well, not wanting to be outdone. She took a small bite, and her eyes instantly lit up as she gave Lockhart a sweet smile.
Lockhart touched her cheek, letting her rub against his palm like a kitten for a while, then stroked Little Goldie' head, and finally picked up the book again to read.
The research on Pensieve crafting techniques essentially involved the fields of memory, soul, personality, time, and so on. The knowledge in this book was extremely important to him.
Drawing parallels and cross-referencing it with his original body's experience and understanding of the Obliviate Charm always sparked many wonderful ideas in his mind.
What's more, there were Voldemort's reading notes. Many places had divergent and extended thinking annotations, greatly inspiring Lockhart.
This big shot had written quite a lot of reading notes.
In the parts where the compilers discussed their own insights from their respective professional fields, he annotated—"Stupid insights!"
In the blank space below the chapter "Personality, Memory, and the Brain," he wrote—"Perhaps this method can be used to pre-process the Horcrux when making one. This chapter should be the most valuable content in this book..."
Beside the content analyzing how to better use the Pensieve, he wrote a long passage, looking very excited, and marked it with many exclamation points—"Based on the reproduction of memories, examining the relationship between memories and sorting out the integrity of mutually corroborating memories has already touched upon the content of personality. I really hope the inventor of the ancient magic of Horcruxes understood these contents. This is a huge missing piece! And today I will fill it! I will improve it!"
Below was another passage, written in different ink, seemingly a note from a different period.
[—In the specific process of use, I found that the Pensieve is too troublesome for sorting out and constructing the integrity of memories. No wonder so few people can master this ability.
—I am determined to improve it, and I did it!
—Sorting out memories along the timeline is the best way! With this idea, then I know what kind of carrier I should use to replace the Pensieve—a diary!
—It is very effective. The integrity of memories brings a complete personality. The diary is starting to become more and more like me. Perhaps when I completely understand the knowledge of Horcruxes, I can make the diary completely alive!]
Diary?
Pensieve?
Lockhart didn't expect these two things to be connected. Following Voldemort's train of thought, everything seemed so logical.
He couldn't help but look at the words above with some amazement. After confirming he hadn't missed anything, he turned to the next page, only to find Voldemort had written in the blank space at the top of the second page.
[—I succeeded!
—The magical diary made based on the Pensieve arts and the Horcrux arts, it really came to life!
—Recalling past images? Sorting out memories? No! These are not the most important abilities! It became capable of communication!
—A "person" who knows everything about you best, who understands you best, you can communicate with it without any reservations!]
The font below suddenly became larger.
[The strong are lonely, they need to learn to face their own hearts! And I have created a magical artifact that can directly face the self, making everything concrete, making it tangible! —Tom Riddle]
Awesome!
Lockhart couldn't help but slap his thigh in amazement.
He looked at every word and sentence in the book with burning eyes, full of admiration for this big shot, Voldemort.
You had to know that Voldemort, who wrote these reading notes, was only 16 years old at the time!
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