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Chapter 490: Can We Kill Him?
Snap!
The familiar sharp crack echoed through the Room—like a gunshot fired from within.
But the Room’s soundproofing was excellent; the noise didn’t disturb anyone else.
The bell on the Closet Space chimed, and in the next instant, the Rubik’s Magic Puppet and Lock emerged from inside.
Wade, just returned via Apparition, placed the books he’d brought back onto the table, then unfastened his outer robe. The Magic Puppet reached out to take it, while Lock bent down to pour himself a cup of hot tea.
“Lock, when did you get back?” Wade asked.
“An hour ago,” Lock replied. “I needed the Puppet’s help to deal with Voldemort.”
Wade paused, startled. He realized he’d completely overlooked the matter of Voldemort earlier—his instructions to Lock had been vague at best.
But when Lock had first been created, they’d spent a long time communicating—discussing his purpose, the mission he was meant to fulfill, and everything Wade knew about the future.
Now, Wade found himself curious: without explicit orders, how would Lock operate?
From the earlier rescue mission, he already knew these Magic Puppets weren’t mindless drones. They were capable of improvisation—intelligent, adaptive.
“So, what did you do?” Wade asked.
Lock sat across from him, hands resting on his knees.
“While following Gilderoy Lockhart and Garr Troke, I discovered Sirius Black was tracking them too.”
“To avoid exposing our plan, I chose not to reveal myself. Instead, I occasionally released a rat to lure Sirius Black, leading all three of them toward Riddle Manor…”
He summarized the rest in just a few sentences—focusing on the key moment: their arrival at the manor.
Lock hadn’t devised anything overly complex. His mind wasn’t capable of grand, long-term strategy. But he’d prepared two options.
If Voldemort wasn’t yet inside, he’d dig up the bones of Voldemort’s father—preventing a proper resurrection—and expose the Dark Lord’s Resurrection Plan to Sirius Black. He could even reveal it to Lockhart and others.
If Voldemort was already there, he’d still expose the plan. Once Sirius Black realized the Muggle estate was Voldemort’s hideout, Lock believed he’d draw in Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic’s Aurors.
That way, Voldemort would be captured—or killed. The Death Eaters aiding him would have nowhere to run.
And Lock could continue operating under Peter Pettigrew’s identity, ultimately achieving the “Death of Wormtail” outcome.
The Magic Puppet had distilled a simple truth: every time Voldemort was destroyed, he needed to lie dormant for a long time before rising again.
If this resurrection attempt failed—if Voldemort truly died—his master would be free from the threat for at least a year or two. That would make Wade very happy.
“Voldemort himself didn’t appear,” Lock said. “But I’m certain he’s inside. Gilderoy Lockhart looks like he’s under the Imperius Curse.”
“So I came to the Rubik’s Magic Puppet,” he continued. “It can steal Tom Riddle’s bones without alerting any wizards.”
Wade stared, stunned. “Steal them?”
Lock nodded. “Steal, or replace them with another corpse—someone with no magic, no bloodline. If the ritual fails because of that, Voldemort might not even gain his full power after resurrection.”
Wade stroked his chin, weighing the idea.
If magic were as precise as potion-making, Lock’s plan would be flawless. But magic often had room for error—unpredictability was part of its nature.
The “father’s bone” might not be the key—it could just be symbolic. Voldemort had a mother, an uncle, grandparents, even distant relatives from the Riddle and Gaunt families.
Or what if they used a completely unrelated corpse? If Voldemort believed it was his father’s bones, would the magic still work?
And even if the resurrection failed, that didn’t mean Voldemort was finished.
Wade had read many Dark Magic tomes recently. He’d learned that as long as a Horcrux kept the creator’s soul tethered to the world, resurrection wasn’t limited to one method.
For instance, the diary Horcrux from the original story could achieve a partial resurrection by draining life and magic from others.
Ancient Egyptian magic used rituals and enchanted symbols to bring back souls.
And after Dolly the cloned sheep was born—could Voldemort use Muggle cloning technology to build a new body for himself?
That’s why Voldemort chose the ancient Dark Magic not because he had no other choice, but because he wanted to inherit the protective magic left by Harry’s mother—so he could break the prophecy and ensure Harry couldn’t be his downfall.
But he didn’t understand magic as deeply as he thought.
In breaking one barrier, he fell into another. The resurrection ritual created a deeper, more mysterious bond between him and Harry Potter—ultimately leading to his own destruction.
So… what if they changed the resurrection itself?
What if Lock truly replaced the bones?
How would the future change?
Would Voldemort grow weaker? Or simply find a new way to return?
Wade pondered for a long time, hesitating.
It was far easier—and more reassuring—to face a boss with a guidebook, knowing every step would lead to victory.
But Voldemort wasn’t like Gellert Grindelwald. His pursuit of power was more extreme, more ruthless—killing without reason, spreading fear just to prove his dominance.
Wade thought back to Voldemort’s dramatic return in the original story:
Bridges collapsing, hurricanes tearing through cities, Dementors unleashed, Werewolves and Giants drawn to his call—mass slaughter, all for spectacle.
In books, it was just atmosphere. But in real life? That was tragedy for countless people.
He looked out the window.
The street was quiet. A mother pushed a stroller. A middle-aged man ate a burger while hurrying along. Students backpacked and laughed together. An old man mowed his lawn with a lawnmower.
A taxi waited at the door. Fiona stepped out, bags in hand. She didn’t seem to know she was being watched—she tilted her head up, glanced at the window, then smiled brightly and waved at Wade.
Then Ferdinand emerged, helping an elderly man out of the car. He pointed toward the courtyard, talking animatedly—showing him around their home.
Wade told himself firmly in his mind:
You can’t wait until someone you love is hurt before you regret not acting sooner.
“Go ahead,” he said to the Magic Puppets. “Give Voldemort some trouble. Weaken him as much as possible.”
A pause. Then the Rubik’s Magic Puppet asked cautiously:
“…If the chance comes… can we kill him?”
Wade hesitated—then said:
“Yes.”
(End of Chapter)
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