allendalepharm Chapter 353 Praise to Gilderoy Lockhart!
Chapter 353 Praise to Gilderoy Lockhart!
Chapter 353 Praise to Gilderoy Lockhart!
The wonder of Dumbledore's Transfiguration lies not in bringing three schools together and creating a basin as a center for communication, although this was already considered a miracle by many wizards.
The most amazing thing is that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is still in the Glen Heights. Beauxbatons is still in the Pyrenees Mountains. Durmstrang is still in Scandinavia.
They each occupy a place in the real world, far apart yet closely intertwined.
This is a further step in the relationship between people, and between worlds, so far yet so close.
This is also the most wondrous state of metamorphosis, the subtle interplay between change and constancy, between nothingness and existence.
"So, what's maintaining this change is this train station, right?"
Lockhart carefully observed everything around him, following Dumbledore and Grindelwald to the vicinity of the train station, keenly sensing the subtle nuances.
"Yes, King's Cross Station." Dumbledore winked smugly.
Wow~
Lockhart looked at the train station with awe. "I can imagine that this train station, along with this basin, actually existed simultaneously within the maps of three schools, each existing independently yet overlapping with one another!"
Dumbledore nodded, quite pleased. "It seems your understanding of Transfiguration has reached a very deep level."
Ordinary wizards obviously couldn't see the key to this magic; they focused more on the wonder of the three schools being brought together.
Of course, they will gradually feel it in the future.
It wasn't until they traveled by train throughout Europe and discovered that every train's platform list included an extra stop called "New Age Basin" that they began to realize that Dumbledore's Transfiguration was more than just that.
"I in the world" is spirituality, and spirituality can also be "I" in relation to the world.
This is the lesson Dumbledore wanted to teach Lockhart: to control the intricacies of relationships through one's own will, and to be unpredictable and ever-changing within that control.
This is the theme of this lesson: spirituality and transfiguration.
From wizards turning their pet mice into cups to wizards transforming the world into their preferred form, spirituality fills the void of magical romance beyond self-will.
Lockhart was extremely shocked that Dumbledore could pull off what he was seeing.
Because in his view of magic, magic is a very personal thing.
Magic is life, and life is magic.
He had assumed that the relationship magic was his magic, just as the King's Cross magic was Dumbledore's own magic, containing the other person's entire life.
But he didn't expect that Old Deng not only also embarked on the realm of relationship magic, but also quickly surpassed him and entered a very deep level, and even the magic he specifically cast showed an extremely strong Old Deng style.
That is an extreme emphasis on self-will!
It's already magic that's completely in Dumbledore's own style.
Lockhart was initially shocked.
This was followed by ecstasy.
A wordless ecstasy, as if it emanated from the depths of one's soul, and then one could no longer contain it, and it began to spread wildly outwards. First, one smiled involuntarily, and then one burst into maniacal laughter.
"Hahaha~~~"
Grindelwald and Dumbledore were both stunned.
"He seems particularly happy?" Grindelwald looked Lockhart up and down with curiosity. Just when he thought he had figured out the young man in front of him, the young man would always do something that he couldn't understand.
But there is a certain logic behind it that can be explained.
He exchanged a glance with Dumbledore, but received no answer, so he simply asked Lockhart directly. He knew that it was okay to ask such a question, and the other party would be happy to answer.
"You look especially happy?"
"Of course!" Lockhart shouted excitedly, looking somewhat impatient as he drew his wand and gently shook it, as if sensing something.
He murmured unconsciously, "You know what? I thought the greatest romance of my arrival, the start of this grand fairytale adventure, was bringing unprecedented lives to those little wizards!"
Grindelwald raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment. "This is an extraordinary achievement of yours. The history of magic will forever record your name and the dueling club you founded."
"No, now I discover an even bigger surprise." Lockhart's wand began to glow.
It wasn't the kind where the tip of the wand emitted light; rather, the entire wand transformed into a pillar of light.
This is Professor Kettleburn's guidance to Lockhart, arguably the most fundamental magical concept that opened up the exploration of relational magic—the wand is the measure between wizards and the world. (Chapter 43)
He was exploring a certain scale.
"The biggest surprise was that Albus Dumbledore was also changed because of my arrival; he actually continued on his way."
"The most powerful wizard of our time, hahaha, no longer thinking 'death is a great adventure,' but continuing to venture deeper and wider into the realm of magic!"
Lockhart struck an extremely flamboyant pose, slowly raising his glowing wand, and in a dreamlike and ethereal aria, cried out, "Honorable Gilderoy Lockhart!"
The cry seemed to have a unique echo.
It was just one sound, yet it gave people a feeling of being conveyed in layers.
It was like the tides of the ocean, surging forth from the past, from the present, which binds the spiritual seas of different individuals, and from countless possible futures, piercing through the mists of time.
"Bravo Gilderoy Lockhart!"
"Bravo Gilderoy Lockhart!"
"Bravo Gilderoy Lockhart!"
It felt like a tribute from the entire world!
""
What am I to the world?
"!!!" Dumbledore was stunned. He stared at the scene before him, dumbfounded, and wanted to say, "Is this what I just taught you?"
Lockhart always learned some magical tricks from him and then used them to create something completely different.
And then, he looked at Grindelwald with some disbelief, "Why is he so convinced that the world should praise him?"
Such natural arrogance?
Grindelwald shrugged and muttered, "Show-off! Peacock! Overly confident! Arrogant! No surprises!"
This unique voice of praise to the world resounds throughout heaven and earth, and resonates in the hearts of all.
Everyone in the New Era Basin heard it.
Everyone turned their heads to look at the figure that seemed to be glowing, and exclaimed in surprise, wondering what kind of miracle would happen next.
"Merlin's fluff!" Luna, the crazy girl who was walking back with Hermione, Ginny, and the others, exclaimed, looking up at the sky, "Those colorful butterflies have appeared again!"
Bang~!
The sound of Phantom Shift tearing through space exploded.
Gore, Crabbe, Draco, and Pansy quickly arrived.
Clearly, Gore sensed this unique power of creation once again, and no one wanted to miss the magical scene that was about to unfold.
Then came the other dueling club members, who also received Crabbe's urgent message and rushed over.
However, because Hogwarts did not have a good atmosphere for learning Apparition before, the Dueling Club members were not able to master the spell well, and most of the young wizards used flying brooms to rush over here.
The fire arrows and flying brooms are extremely fast.
This allowed them to witness the reappearance of this magical power.
"Look, there it is!"
On his flying broomstick, Harry pointed to the open space next to the huge train station on the edge of the basin, where Professor Lockhart was holding up his glowing wand.
Ron stared wide-eyed and muttered, "He looks like a god!"
“No, he isn’t!” Neville floated beside him, shaking his head vigorously. “We wizards can’t be superstitious! And isn’t there a proverb that says, ‘When people treat someone as a god, he will die!’ Professor Lockhart isn’t a god; he lives among us, full of life!”
"Okay, okay, don't overreact. I misspoke." Ron was quite helpless; communicating with this stubborn guy was sometimes painful.
Harry, standing to the side, felt a strange sensation. Sometimes he could really sense the difference between himself and his peers like Ron and Neville, who came from wizarding families. The culture they were influenced by from a young age was so different from that of the Muggle world.
Everyone looked at Lockhart expectantly, hoping for some change.
Only Voldemort was in the corner, looking as miserable as if he had eaten a pile of dog poop.
"Damn Gilderoy!"
He was somewhat indignant!
Voldemort could sense that Lockhart was manipulating the bloodline magic power that "made Hogwarts his home"—his bloodline magic, his home.
Lockhart, that damned life thief, suddenly became his good friend, suddenly became his family, suddenly became part of his home, and now, it's as if Hogwarts is his home.
For some reason, it gives me the feeling of a minotaur being usurped.
Of course, he completely ignored Lockhart's statement that "Beauxbatons School is my home"—a replica of his blood-related magical curse on Hogwarts.
All right----
Voldemort also knew that the reason he could so clearly sense this magical power, and the reason why Dumbledore and Grindelwald allowed him to remain alive, was also due to Lockhart's influence on the curse, which also protected him.
He had no choice but to accept that his life now included a family member who was willing to help him and also willing to kill him.
"What on earth is he doing?" asked Aberforth Dumbledore, a neighbor who had appeared out of nowhere.
This person was clearly alarmed by his brother Albus's Transfiguration magic, ran away from Hogsmeade Village, and then discovered that the environment outside the village where he had lived his whole life had changed drastically, so he came in specifically to take a look.
The emphasis was on "my presence." Voldemort casually explained using Lockhart's theory.
Aberforth's expression turned strange. "That sounds awkward."
Voldemort glanced back at the other man. His life was entering a new phase. He had a neighbor, and the man didn't seem to share Dumbledore's deep-seated wariness and disgust towards his existence. So, he somewhat wanted to cultivate a better relationship with this powerful, hidden figure.
He can get along with anyone when he wants, except Albus Dumbledore.
"What I mean is that he clearly defined his significance to the world, and then, in an extremely domineering manner, demanded that the world also recognize his significance, and ordered the world to demonstrate it in reality."
Voldemort's expression turned strange. "So Lockhart doesn't know what will happen next either. He's waiting for the magic to change naturally. Hmm... in his words, he's completely immersed in the romance of the world's fairytale adventures, and the world should bloom with magical miracles."
Aberforth exclaimed in silent amazement, "Wow! That's interesting!"
Voldemort nodded. "But I know what's going to happen next. I know him a little bit; his understanding of existence leans towards the concrete image of 'home,' that is, a house."
"A house?" Aberforth exclaimed in surprise. "Wherever we are, as long as we are alive, that's home. How can we be bound by a fixed house?"
It's hard to imagine that the owner of a bar that has spent his whole life holed up in Pighead Bar has a Viking mindset when it comes to family and existence.
Were the Dumbledore family Vikings?
"I don't know about that," Voldemort shrugged. "That's just how he is. We can never truly understand a person."
Aberforth suddenly leaned back, as if in a state of reactive resistance. "I've heard that guy Albus say that all the time!"
Ok.
Words touched on a sensitive topic, killing the conversation, and both fell silent.
The sounds of praise from around the world still echoed in my ears.
"Bravo Gilderoy Lockhart!"
"Bravo Gilderoy Lockhart!"
"Bravo Gilderoy Lockhart!"
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"The voice rang in my ears and also came to mind."
It can be considered the effect of a reverse name-speech detection spell, in a forced manner.
"Hurry up, I'm about to throw up from listening to this!" Voldemort grumbled unhappily. He had never seen such a domineering person, not even Dumbledore.
Fortunately, it didn't take that long.
Amidst gasps of surprise, the clouds churned, and a beam of light struck down from the sky, illuminating Lockhart's back.
Within the beams of sunlight, smoke and dust churned, vaguely revealing the image of a gigantic Muggle building.
The skyscraper, with 42 floors and a height of 183 meters, is entirely covered in glass and a metal frame, giving it a very modern look that is quite different from the architectural style of wizards.
"Westminster Bank Tower?" Fudge, the Minister of Magic, exclaimed in surprise from the crowd. Wasn't this the building he had helped introduce and the one he had taken Lockhart to buy?
so----
Did Lockhart also move that house here?
"quick!"
His expression tightened, and he looked at Umbridge and Scrimgeour beside him. "Get someone to the Muggle world immediately. It's on the south bank of the Thames. The building is right there. Get someone to keep an eye on it!"
Scrimgeour's expression turned distressed. "Minister, I don't believe we Aurors have any way to stop this miraculous spell!"
"Prevent?"
Fudge couldn't help but laugh, looking Scrimgeour up and down as if to say, "Who gave you the courage to think in this direction?"
"Go and deal with all the Muggles who witnessed the building's disappearance. I'll personally go to the Muggle Prime Minister and make him release the news that the building was completely destroyed by those damned terrorists!"
Umbridge was also nervous. "I'll bring some men to negotiate too!"
So, these three people clearly don't understand Dumbledore's spellcasting before and Lockhart's spellcasting now. This isn't a transfer and piecing together; it's a transformation and appearance.
It exists in two places at the same time.
This kind of thing is very common. For example, there's the fact that Hogwarts is located next to Hogsmeade Village, and you can get in and out by walking along the path through the woods by the Black Lake, but everyone knows that the real Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry isn't there.
The Aurors' mass departure clearly alerted those around them, with some high-ranking officials asking Fudge, "Do you know this building?"
Fudge nodded, looking at the building that looked increasingly real within the beam of light, and simply said, "This is the Lockhart Building."
""
Bang~!
A resounding boom seemed to echo throughout the entire world.
It was like the final salute of praise.
Finally, the building was completely revealed to everyone.
"here----"
Fudge's expression turned strange, and he whispered to Old Barty, who had leaned closer, "It's the future center of the world!"
Old Barty seemed thoughtful, only exclaiming, "Bravo Gilderoy Lockhart!"
Old-school wizards and politicians are quick to accept things; before Fudge, the loyal lackey, could even say anything, you were already praising him.
Fudge's gaze sharpened, like that of a fighting rooster. "Hey, I was here first! I'll follow in the footsteps of the great Lord Lockhart!"
Old Barty just smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes, yes, that's right."
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