As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group Chapter 432: Hermione’s Worry

Doujin Artist: What, the narrative has shifted? Cedric is now the victim?

Lazy Kitten: Cedric? Ah, that charming Hufflepuff fellow? The one who ended up with Cho Chang later on?

Scarlet Lotus Fairy: You can simply refer to her as Cho Chang. "Chou Zhang" sounds rather peculiar, doesn't it?

Lazy Kitten: Ah, it's become accustomed from the story. However, upon reflection, that chap truly had misfortune. His existence concluded at the Triwizard Cup. Peter, that wretched little creature, dispatched him directly to the heavens with a killing curse.

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Indeed, exceedingly unlucky. Disregard the Triwizard Cup; merely being ensnared in this collateral damage signifies his ill fate. If he weren't sufficiently plagued by misfortune, why would he be subjected to an assault?

This is an Actor: Perhaps... it wasn't merely a matter of bad luck.

Amegakure Village’s Angel: ?

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Not bad luck? So, it was a premeditated act?

This is an Actor: Most likely, it was planned.

Gerard had already retreated to his dormitory, settling himself at his writing desk. Spread before him was a parchment, detailing a variety of incantations designed to plunge an individual into madness.

The particular spell that captured Gerard’s foremost attention was the "Mind-Snatching Soul Spell." This was a modified iteration of the Imperius Curse, capable of transferring a fragment of one's own will onto another being.

To put it in simpler terms, this "Mind-Snatching Soul Spell" functioned akin to a rudimentary form of spiritual possession. Nevertheless, in contrast to complete soul usurpation, this enchantment clearly possessed a finite duration.

That is to say, the unfortunate recipient would only experience a state of subjugation for a predetermined interval. Should the hex fail to be dispelled successfully once this period elapsed, the victim would be reduced to a state of utter imbecility.

It was a remarkably wicked enchantment, so much so that it had effectively vanished from the current magical world.

The reason for its disappearance stemmed from the sole existing copy within the Hogwarts archives vanishing precisely fifty years prior, which coincidentally coincided with Tom Riddle's ascension as the heir.

Drawing from this deduction, it is highly probable that Tom Riddle had already mastered this particular spell and subsequently employed it against Cedric.

Gerard did not keep these inferred details concealed from his fellow group members, disseminating them directly within the chat.

Curly-haired Guy: So that's the situation. It appears Cedric was designated as Voldemort's intended substitute. That horribly disfigured ancient being is genuinely insidious.

Lin Fengjiao: Following the chat leader's explanation, Voldemort's initial intended target was you?

This is an Actor: Affirmative, that is precisely my assessment.

Amegakure Village’s Angel: He actively courts his own demise!

Konan's gaze sharpened subtly, her expression hardening with indignation. Despite acknowledging the futility of Voldemort's minor stratagem, she remained incensed by his audacious attempt to target her beloved.

Soul Society’s Villain: Assuredly courting his own demise, from any conceivable viewpoint.

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: However, Voldemort likely underestimated the situation. He probably still believes he possesses the capacity to contend with Anzen-san. If he were to successfully acquire the Zickrein persona and physical form, it would undoubtedly facilitate his various clandestine operations.

Machete Girl: Yet, he ultimately selected Cedric; what was the reason? It couldn't possibly be solely because Anzen-san was absent at the time, prompting a casual change in targets? Was it that arbitrary?

This is an Actor: Ginny herself was likely resistant. Regardless of how Tom Riddle manipulated or coerced, Ginny retained her own independent will. In contrast to an uninvolved party like Cedric, she probably held reservations about targeting me.

Doujin Artist: Ah, this. Is a teacher-student romance commencing?

Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Remarkable, truly remarkable, our group leader. How little time has elapsed, and yet already you are captivating female students one after another; astonishing! Utterly astonishing! No, a monument must be erected in your honor!

This is an Actor: Very well, I shall arrange for a lavish private suite for you as well. Allowing you to reside there indefinitely, what do you say to that proposition?

Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: ? A lavish private suite?

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: It signifies a confined, dark cell, sealed until your final breath.

Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Cough, in that case, perhaps not. Lavish private suites are not entirely suitable for my preferences. I prefer a life of simplicity and austerity. Naturally, Ah Gin might find such an arrangement rather appealing.

Curly-haired Guy: I have an affection for your sister! Are you intending to confine me within a bleak cell and drag me along? For what purpose?

This is an Actor: I, too, wish to inquire: why is it that whenever females are brought into the conversation, you invariably conjure some form of romantic entanglement? What is the rationale behind this constant association?

Scarlet Lotus Fairy: It serves as a compliment. Your allure is substantial. Females who gravitate toward your vicinity are typically captivated by you. This is an undeniable reality; disputing it is futile.

Doujin Artist: Precisely! Therefore, my suspicion of a teacher-student romance is both highly reasonable and logically sound!

This is an Actor: Very well, as long as it brings you contentment.

Gerard couldn't help but shake his head, a sense of mild exhaustion washing over him.

Knock, knock, knock.

Just then, a series of distinct knocks echoed through the air.

"Enter, the door is not secured," Gerard responded aloud towards the exterior without rising. He had no need to guess the identity of his visitor at this late hour; it was undoubtedly his capable assistant.

As anticipated, the door swung open.

With her hair a tousled mess, Hermione tiptoed inside, the door clicking shut behind her. "Good evening, Professor Zickrein. I arrived a bit earlier, but you seemed to be out. I decided to get some dinner first."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore summoned me for a meeting," Gerard confirmed, not bothering to conceal the fact. "A student was attacked."

"I heard about that as well," Hermione replied, walking towards Gerard without hesitation. "It was Cedric from Hufflepuff, the senior, wasn't it?"

"He was struck by a spell, causing him to lose his sanity," Gerard stated succinctly.

"Oh dear, a spell?" Hermione's voice held a note of surprise. "This time it wasn't the basilisk's petrifying venom? Has the heir decided to broaden their targets now? That's truly frightening, absolutely terrifying!"

"Rest assured, the professors have already prepared countermeasures," Gerard offered reassurance. "At the very least, as long as you avoid particularly secluded areas, you should be fine."

"Professor, I have an extremely crucial question!" Hermione paused for a moment before suddenly asking, "Can Parseltongue control the basilisk? And must the heir of the Chamber also possess Parseltongue to claim it?"

A sense of unease had already begun to creep into her, primarily because she was aware that her friend, Harry Potter, was a Parseltongue.

If this particular condition were indeed true, then Harry would almost certainly be identified by everyone as Slytherin's heir. That outcome seemed virtually inevitable.

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