allendalepharm Chapter 344 A Perfect Spellcast!
Chapter 344 A Perfect Spellcast!
Chapter 344 A Perfect Spellcast!
It's quite awkward for two brothers to go to the ring and exchange magical blows, especially since there are always some complicated emotions between Ron and George.
Of course, there is love from family. Traditional pure-blood families rarely have the intense rivalry between their children like the Black family. Even the Malfoy family, which leans towards politics and promotes dark magic, places great importance on harmony within the family.
A loving family—this is a rare positive assessment that purebreds can boast about.
But love in reality is often not pure. There is always an unspeakable barrier between Ron and George. It comes from the fact that the twins have been teasing their younger brother since childhood, which has even caused him to have a lifelong fear of spiders. However, they treat their younger sister Ginny differently and take extra care of her, showing an attitude of "we are not being naughty, we are just targeting you, you idiot".
This made it very difficult for Ron to stay calm.
In any case, their emotions were very complicated. They weren't exactly hostile, but they weren't as close as twins who were inseparable.
Thus, both men were eager to fight and tried to overpower the other to achieve victory.
However, I don't want to use some high-damage magic for a passionate battle, as that would be too damaging to our relationship.
So the two brothers, in perfect unison, went to collect the werewolf experience potion.
In arena battles, transforming into a werewolf is a secondary option, a consensus shared among duel club members, mainly because it prevents one from wielding a wand after transforming into a werewolf.
Without a wand, a wizard is like a troll; no matter how strong his magic resistance is, it's useless.
The young wizards of the Duel Club have a hundred ways to kill monsters with pure magic resistance; they have targeted tactical analysis and research.
As the two men stepped onto the arena, each carrying their own potion, excited discussions erupted from the stands. Everyone was eagerly anticipating this fascinating werewolf battle, something that couldn't be seen anywhere else.
Snape was surprised that the Weasley brothers were the biggest supporters of his potions, and his expression became somewhat strange for a moment.
He had to focus intently on every detail that might happen next.
Firstly, he planned to continue improving this potion; the werewolf experience potion was not the end, but only the beginning.
Secondly, Lockhart had shared some information with him.
During his "cozy" time learning with Tom Riddle, a student mentioned in the diary, this outrageous fellow had Tom discuss with him the characteristics of the Weasley magical bloodline. (Chapter 207)
It is said that Tom had a reason for having Lucius give the Horcrux to one of the Weasley family members—the Weasley bloodline helps Tom maintain his own spirituality.
Lockhart also speculated at the time that the intelligence and spirituality of the Car Lady, Peter Pettigrew's instinctive hiding in the Weasley family for more than ten years after turning into a mouse, and the dark magical creature ghouls that lived in the Burrow's attic all indicated the special spirituality of the Weasley family.
What interesting scenarios could unfold when this magical bloodline is combined with a werewolf?
This made him very excited.
Professor McGonagall looked at the two brothers, who were holding potion bottles but hadn't brought wands, with a hint of helplessness. She thought the mischievous Weasley was up to his old tricks again. "Please, gentlemen, bow to each other."
Alright, young wizards of this age should be mischievous. The magical world that Dumbledore and others mentioned is always too heavy and shouldn't be forced onto young wizards.
The magic wand was flicked, and fireworks burst forth.
"start!"
Ron and George exchanged a glance, then each uncorked their medicine bottles and chugged them down.
They smashed the empty bottles on the ground with great flair, staring at each other as they waited for the medicine to take effect.
"Slow to take effect!" Snape muttered under his breath from the stands, noting down the potion's drawback.
It would take a few seconds, and amidst gasps of surprise from the stands, the two young wizards began to rapidly transform.
"Awoo~"
George's werewolf form was very unrestrained; he had a free spirit in his bones. He stood there with a flamboyant posture, gesturing to his neck with a smug look, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and gave a chilling smile.
Ron, in his werewolf form, seemed a bit dazed, simply standing there motionless.
"A spiritual connection is required." Snape noted down the problems he had discovered again. It seemed that not everyone was suited to becoming a werewolf.
Perhaps for George, being a werewolf is a fun experience, so he acted very naturally, transforming into a werewolf who looked strong, muscular, and full of explosive power.
In contrast, Ron's transformation was just like Lupin's transformation he had seen before—dull and sluggish.
It should be noted that Ron's current mental state is full of vitality, and his appearance of being so sullen is undoubtedly a suppression of his spirituality.
In other words, the werewolf experience potion actually weakens Ron.
The reporters below the ring went wild watching this scene, excitedly running around with their magic cameras, trying to find a suitable cool angle.
They clearly had an impact on the warriors, with a blinding flash of lights in the ring.
In a single instant!
Ron was clearly blinded by the direct glare; his pupils visibly contracted violently, and the werewolf instinctively raised his arm to shield himself.
George, now a werewolf, had such keen senses that he instantly seized the opportunity, pushed off the ground with his hind legs, and launched himself towards Ron like a cannonball.
charge!
I am the free wind!
Instant K.0!
Well, no, Ron dodged it with incredible speed, swaying and dancing like a leaf in the wind, thus avoiding its onslaught.
Bang~!
Ron's wolf claws instantly slammed down on George's head, the force of which sent George flying.
Wow~
Fred, who had successfully infiltrated the ring as a reporter for the Duel Club Gazette to watch up close, waved his fists and shouted excitedly, "Well done, Ron! George, you're a total jerk!"
Then he let out a vicious laugh.
"This is—" Snape was a little confused. This was too far from his conclusion. Ron was clearly not suited to werewolf transformation.
"Beastly instincts!" Sirius explained from the side. Seeing the boy looking at him with a puzzled expression, he continued, "If you've ever used the Animagus transformation, you'll truly feel that your self-awareness is mostly suppressed, and the animal instincts from the animal form you've transformed into are driving your own body."
"Otherwise, I would have no way to run on the body of a black dog; my physical instincts and cognition would all make me walk upright."
Snape frowned. "The werewolf experience potion clearly gave the wizard self-awareness, so how could his humanity be suppressed by his bestial nature?"
Sirius Black, staring at Ron who was standing there dumbfounded, exclaimed in amazement, "Because he's trying to use the werewolf's body from a magical perspective, using his own body as a spellcasting tool!"
In modern times, spellcasting tools have only one clear reference: the magic wand. But in ancient times, there were many more spellcasting tools. Long staffs as tall as a person were also very popular, as were jars made from the bones of various magical animals, and jars used to concoct potions, among others.
"I see." Snape realized, then chuckled. "You'd never guess how Ron learned this method."
Sirius turned to look at him.
"The Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, was taught by Gilderoy in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It involves mind control of the body and the stimulation of the body's instincts—that's the Imperius Curse's method!"
"Even further." Snape's lips curled slightly, as if he had seen something interesting. "Giddy Roth analyzed how to use this magical trick to mobilize the power of bloodlines. It is said to be a method that the young Voldemort in the Horcruxes of the diary once used on Ginny Weasley."
"Look, Ron has really mastered the power of the werewolf bloodline."
so----
Ron's current dazed appearance is actually because he cast the Imperius Curse on himself?
Of course not.
Just as Voldemort told Fleur, dark magic has a very high threshold; truly mastering spellcasting is not as simple as just chanting incantations.
Ron is far from being able to use the Imperius Curse effectively.
He simply used that magical trick that Lockhart had analyzed in detail.
Just as the two were exchanging words, George charged again, only to be slapped back once more.
He was beaten black and blue, and his wolf head was even bigger than before.
But Ron did not press his advantage.
He can't do that, which is the limitation of Ron's current use of this trick to control the werewolf's body. He can only make the body react instinctively to the external environment, but he can't drive the body to launch an active attack.
"When a normal werewolf goes into action on the night of the full moon, he is controlled by his own body, and his bestial nature completely suppresses his humanity." Snape once again presented his analysis. "His (Ron's) current state is quite good, somewhere in between."
Perhaps this is another direction for treating wolfsbane.
George clearly sensed Ron's predicament and instead of charging, he quickly created distance and slowly raised his furry wolf paws.
slap~
The sharp wolf claws snapped their fingers in a cool gesture.
A sudden cloud of mist appeared around him, and from within the mist, the figures of gray wolves emerged and charged toward Ron.
Magic: A Pack of Gray Wolves!
One of the first two spells Lockhart mastered after his transmigration, he taught to the young wizards in later lessons as a practical spell for adventure teams to use when exploring.
This magic, like smoke dissipating and ascending to heaven, has great potential for application and is highly adaptable.
George clearly has a good grasp of it.
He had already reached the level of casting spells without a staff, and at the same time summoned and controlled more than a dozen gray wolves, which was obviously partly due to the magical properties brought by the werewolf body.
The gray wolves moved in packs, circling the area tactically, launching attacks one after another.
Ron had just kicked away a gray wolf that was charging at him head-on, and then grabbed another gray wolf that was trying to leap up from the side and bite his neck. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back. A gray wolf pounced on his shoulder, its claws scratching at his fur, and its sharp canine teeth biting down hard on his shoulder.
"Awoo~"
Ron screamed in pain and swung his elbow, the force of which blasted the gray wolf apart, sending it vanishing back into smoke.
However, this was clearly the beginning of a breach in their defenses. No matter how strong the werewolf's instincts were, they could never completely overcome one obstacle at a time.
He quickly began to lose ground.
Before long, it had already begun to show signs of damage.
Everyone in the stands was thrilled—the powerful werewolf fighting instincts, the ability to cast spells even when transformed into a werewolf, and the strategy of using summoning spells to counter high magic resistance.
And the raw, brutal combat with blood and gore flying everywhere.
The scene before our eyes was driving everyone wild with excitement.
"Merlin's beard!" Molly, the children's mother, exclaimed, covering her mouth and grabbing her husband Arthur's arm anxiously, whispering nervously, "Ronnie, my little Ronnie!"
Arthur felt sorry for her too, but could only comfort her, "It's okay, it's okay—"
Warriors can only be reborn from the ashes of blood and fire.
He understood this principle, and although it pained him, he was proud of Ron and also proud of George.
The surrounding area was filled with frenzied shouts; the scene before them was so wild and intense that it made everyone's blood boil.
Of course, there are also people who feel cold all over.
Yes, those wizards who couldn't even cast the Ironclad Charm and were practically like Muggles who didn't understand magic stared in disbelief at the scene, thinking that if they were in that situation, they probably wouldn't last long.
These are just kids!
That's how easily we can completely crush them!
In their world, Grindelwald and Voldemort were merely legends, and Dumbledore was a lofty and untouchable figure; everything was too distant, and peace had prevailed for too long.
The most intense scenes they could witness were of players riding flying broomsticks to snatch a small, flying ball during the Quidditch World Cup.
But what about everything that's happening right now?
Look at the werewolf that the child has turned into. He is covered in blood, with a huge laceration on his chest and abdomen, and a large chunk of flesh has been torn off his shoulder, so much so that you can see the bone!
"Ron, surrender!"
George felt a little sorry for his brother, who was a bit slow-witted and adorable. He thought his brother would give up after being scared, but he didn't expect him to persevere.
Ron saw no possibility of victory and didn't know what he was persisting for.
The wolves retreated because George's will to lead them also began to waver.
At this point in the match, Ron finally spoke.
George couldn't understand his expression, and in fact, Ron, now in his werewolf form, also couldn't understand his expression.
He slowly raised his wolf head, his wolf eyes fixed on George, then suddenly grinned, revealing his cracked gums from clenching his teeth and bloodied fur around his mouth. "These gray wolves can't decide the outcome of a duel!"
Ron spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, a bloodstained wolf fang mixed in with it. His tone was a mixture of suppressed pain and increasingly defiant spirit: "George, either you defeat me, or you admit defeat, and this will all be over!"
George swallowed hard, looked back at Fred in the stands, then at his parents and brothers, then at the Duel Club members, and finally turned back, nodding vigorously. "Okay, give it your all!"
"Yes, with all my might!" Ron slowly stretched his body, which was covered in bloody wounds. "Although it's a little shameful to say, and everyone will think that someone like me is ridiculously delusional, but—"
He slowly crouched down, a posture that naturally suited the werewolf's body for generating power. "But I also want to be the champion of the Goblet of Fire!"
He has great ambitions.
But the performance was a bit too bad.
When the gray wolves pounced on him again, even though they no longer inflicted wounds on him, but only tried to pin him down and restrict all his abilities, he still looked somewhat disheveled.
"He's going to win."
In the stands, Voldemort, who was sitting next to Fleur, suddenly spoke up.
"Huh? Who? Ron Weasley?" Fleur was somewhat taken aback.
"Yes, he is clearly more suited to be a dark wizard than you, a true dark wizard who uses dark powers." Voldemort looked at Ron with admiration.
Ron's talent wasn't actually that great.
He was far inferior to Snape or Batty Jr.
What he marveled at was that this child was now on the path to becoming a dark wizard, and that this was undoubtedly a potential that Gilderoy could tap into.
Without Gilderoy, given Ron's family environment, the atmosphere of Gryffindor, and his own personality, it would have been very difficult for him to demonstrate such potential.
"Mastering dark power is a talent!" he whispered to Fleur. "It's not about getting close to dark power, not about sacrificing your soul to it, and certainly not about learning a few dark spells and having your soul corrupted—that's such a foolish thing as that!"
"It's about control!"
Ron is now showing signs of taking control.
Furong still looked bewildered.
Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, talking to himself, "Dark wizards never appear in ordinary people. They come from pain, anger, and hatred. They wield painful powers on others because they have already deeply felt pain."
He wasn't just praising Ron blindly; the kid didn't deserve such praise. "But he was still too foolish, afraid to show his pain, and terrified of the strange looks he would receive from everyone if he were found to have dark wizarding tendencies."
"Restrain yourself, it's good to restrain yourself, only by restraining yourself can you better feel the pain."
Pain also has different levels.
Severe physical pain is also a form of suffering.
Moreover, it is not a low-level phenomenon, because it can genuinely influence an individual's will, thinking, and even change a person's perspective on things.
Fleur didn't understand any of this, but since the Dark Lord seemed interested in talking, she took the opportunity to try and learn more about this potential future rival from this powerful dark wizard.
"How will he win? Will he use some kind of powerful dark magic?"
Voldemort was speechless. He turned to Fleur and looked at her with the gaze one would give a fool. "Who told you that dark wizards use dark magic? Is dark power necessarily dark magic?"
He was too lazy to explain the most basic magical concepts. "I'll suggest to Lockhart that you join his dueling club and learn the basics properly, otherwise I really can't teach you."
Dislike it.
Full of disgust.
If Fleur hadn't been entrusted to him by Lockhart for his tutelage, he would have fired her long ago.
When he taught Snape and Barty, it was so simple; he just gave them a few pointers.
Furong still looked foolish, with a constipated expression that said, "Okay, I'll try to think it through and I'll definitely come up with the answer," but in reality, she couldn't think of anything.
Voldemort shook his head and sighed. "He's feeling the pain in his body, the physical damage he's suffered in the heat of battle. That heat and killing intent stimulate his mind and activate his self-defense mechanisms. So, looking at his current state, we can easily sense a power about to erupt like a volcano—a defense mechanism manifesting as an attack!"
this----
What does this have to do with dark forces?
Furong didn't understand, but she really didn't dare to ask anymore. The Dark Lord had already said so much, so she could only pretend to suddenly understand.
I still don't understand.
"Pain—he draws power from pain; this is the magical path of the dark wizard!"
"Negative emotions are the most common source of dark forces. They're not as mysterious as they seem; they all come from real life, from real experiences!"
Voldemort knew perfectly well that he didn't even need to use Legilimency; his rich life experience allowed him to easily see through Fleur's state. After giving her that one hint, he didn't bother to say anything more.
Such a basic concept is something even a child just starting school could understand, yet he has to be the one to explain it.
Fleur quickly understood the meaning behind Voldemort's words.
A dramatic change is taking place on the arena.
Ron's wounds reopened as he was attacked by a group of well-organized gray wolves. His fur was torn off by their sharp claws, and his body was covered with fine, dense wounds. One of them even reached the corner of his eye, and blood flowed from his eye socket.
"Aaaaaahh ...
He let out a painful howl, and his entire werewolf body shuddered violently, surging with intense magical energy.
boom!
A tremendous roar resounded.
A multicolored figure burst forth from the tiny creature with a whooshing sound, instantly growing larger and spreading out enormous, colorful wings. Its massive python body shredded all the gray wolves around it.
"Bird snake!"
A knowledgeable wizard in the stands exclaimed in surprise, "How can there be a bird-snake here!"
But everything that happened on the stage was happening too fast, and there was no time for them to discuss the issue.
As the bird-snake grew larger, Ron's werewolf body also grew rapidly.
It grew larger and larger, until it seemed to blot out the sky, and swung its enormous wolf claws toward George, who was stunned in the corner of the arena.
boom!
Smoke and dust billowed, and gravel flew everywhere. The entire stadium shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck.
Everyone was stunned, looking up at the enormous, ridiculously large beast, as if the wolf's paw had fallen from the sky and struck their own skull.
The smoke and dust cleared.
The werewolf's enormous hand shattered the entire arena, and its sharp claws dug deep into the ground, creating deep gashes on the earth like a crater.
George stood there stunned, staring at the wolf's head looking down at him from the sky, and swallowed hard.
Magic: Serpent God Guardian.
He knew that he had also attended the sharing session at Pighead Bar.
The bird-serpent guardian summoned by this magic possesses the characteristics of a bird-serpent, capable of changing size, and especially able to make the wizard change size as well.
He knew that too.
But he didn't expect that these simple descriptions would actually make him feel like this.
In an instant, a huge shadow enveloped him, making him feel as if he were seeing a god.
"Ron Weasley————"
"victory!"
Professor McGonagall's slightly excited voice echoed throughout the hall, "A perfect spellcasting! A perfect match!"
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