allendalepharm Chapter 340 The Possibility of Farming the Dark Lord Dungeon
Chapter 340 The Possibility of Farming the Dark Lord Dungeon
Chapter 340 The Possibility of Farming the Dark Lord Dungeon
Harry Potter never forgot his goal of killing Voldemort, the Dark Lord.
And it was extremely urgent.
Harry and Neville overheard a heated discussion between Sirius Black and his new wife when they invited their neighbors, the Longbottoms, to dinner.
The issue is that if Voldemort, like Snape, were to be guided by Dumbledore to become a good person again, someone beneficial to society, would the war between them and this dark lord, whom they deeply hate, lose its legitimacy?
Just like they can't run off and kill Snape now.
The killings perpetrated against the Dark Lord were driven by personal vendettas, devoid of any sense of justice.
This is something they cannot accept.
But we have to admit that it is possible.
Therefore, Mr. Longbottom believed that Voldemort should be killed before he "becomes a good person".
But such thinking has undoubtedly deviated from the original idea of "everything for justice," and hatred and killing will devour their souls.
Mr. Longbottom was willing to accept such a moral decay.
Such a statement would obviously be difficult for Sirius to accept. He never believed that "justice" could only be the justice of the group, but could also be one's own justice.
Revenge is itself a form of justice for oneself.
Upholding such justice will not corrupt one's soul.
But does this mean that Voldemort was also pursuing what he considered to be justice?
ha~
Was Voldemort a righteous person?
That's so ironic.
Harry felt a great urgency and needed to come up with a solution as soon as possible.
The above is what he shared at the Duel Club members' sharing session after this adventure.
"I've found a way!"
Harry brushed his hair aside, revealing the lightning bolt scar he had always tried to conceal. "Right here. Some fragments of his soul remained here after my mother killed him. These fragments are still connected to him!"
"Therefore, I implore everyone's help!"
He placed his hands on the table, looking at his companions around him, "If you have any information about soul magic, even just related details, please tell me!"
Harry placed his highest hopes on Hermione, who was known as the "know-it-all." However, Hermione looked at him with such worry, "Magic about souls? Harry, I have to warn you, there are many, many, many such spells, in fact, almost all of them, that are related to dark magic! You could go astray because of this!"
It means he will become a dark wizard.
Would you be willing to pay such a price, even if it meant becoming a dark wizard?
So heavy.
Hermione wanted to offer some words of comfort, but Harry's parents would never want their sacrifice to result in Harry becoming a dark wizard in pursuit of revenge.
She opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything. After all, Harry understood these principles, and Harry had already made his choice.
"No, no, I won't become a dark wizard!" Harry's expression was so serious. "It's just a great adventure, nothing more!"
In adventure stories, heroes never fall into evil and become demons because they are tainted by evil forces. Heroes only bring about their self-destruction because they forget their original intention of justice.
He will always remember why he did it.
Just as Lockhart said, Harry has an indomitable will and unwavering belief that most people don't have, and he knows what he can do!
His attitude inspired many people.
Even Draco Malfoy, who had always been at odds with him, agreed to go back home and search through the family's collection of magical books, offering his help.
Harry wasn't the only one setting off on this adventure; soon, Ron and Draco took the stage to share their thoughts and experiences.
Honestly, everyone is most looking forward to Ron right now.
Because Ron has changed a lot, a change that is hard to explain, but everyone who looks at this usually familiar classmate can't help but feel a sense of unfamiliarity.
This sense of unfamiliarity is often used to describe someone who has turned to the dark side, appearing sinister or menacing.
Ron is clearly not like that.
How should I put it? Perhaps the simple-minded Crabbe would be the most accurate description—Ron is now smiling a bit like a daisy.
Clean and radiating a warm orange glow, it sways lightly in the breeze, gentle yet vibrant and expansive, brimming with youthful energy.
Of course, some people felt Ron hadn't changed, like Hermione, who rolled her eyes and retorted, "Ron always grins like that when he's eating chicken legs!"
He was grinning foolishly, his eyes filled only with the pure joy of enjoying the food, brimming with desire and motivation for it.
Ron didn't have so many strange thoughts. If he were to describe his current state of mind, it would be very simple, just one word—quiet.
Stability and tranquility.
He used to always feel lost in the need for others' approval and scrutiny, his heart restless and filled with all sorts of inexplicable desires to stand out and expectations that he himself didn't even believe in.
But after this adventure, his heart calmed down and became quiet and serene.
No more noise, no more unfulfilled desires.
Like the black soil beneath the fluffy, decaying leaves in a forest after the rain, he knew that it looked quiet and empty, but it held the power of life bursting forth.
"I think I understand what Professor Dumbledore meant by 'control' in the last class." He quietly shared his insights with everyone while holding Hakimi the cat.
"Lowering the magic intensity does not mean that we consciously reduce the magical power when casting spells, or deliberately choose spells that are easier to cast. We all saw that after that class, many students were struggling with the simplest levitation spell, but they got nothing."
His expression was very sincere, and his blue eyes were full of clarity. "Sometimes when we are studying the definition of 'self-will' as described by professors, we can't distinguish between 'desire' and 'self'."
He gestured a very long distance, "Desire is here, but far from our hearts."
He gestured to his chest again, "I am here."
"We all know that spellcasting requires emotions, but Professor Lockhart says it's not just emotions, it's a state of being."
"So the control that Dumbledore talks about is the magic of choosing the self that best suits our life situation, lowering down the furthest desires, and finally returning to the self."
"The self is never what I want, but what I possess; it is this self that possesses the most powerful driving force for magic, bringing the unique magical effect of control."
That's one way to put it.
Ron's words were more valuable to the Duelists than those of Dumbledore and Lockhart.
It is no longer lofty and insightful, no longer full of eruditions, no longer profound and meaningful, but rather extremely straightforward and accessible to the average person.
The young wizards present were the most perceptive group, and they all understood.
Everyone was lost in their own thoughts.
After a while, Ron began to recount how he used the magic he had learned at the sharing session, "Zootopia," to elaborate on this self-awareness of returning from desire to the heart.
The bartenders brought over glasses of butterbeer on trays, eyeing the students with curiosity; they all looked quite serious.
As he set out the drinks and desserts, these people didn't even pay him any attention.
In other words—nobody gave him a tip!
No tipping!
He silently grumbled as he carried the plate toward the bar, where he saw the owner next to a greasy pillar.
The shopkeeper, Aberforth Dumbledore, looked at him with disdain. "Hey, Dalton, you can't be a waiter here forever. You should take this opportunity to listen to what the young wizards are discussing; it's a rare learning opportunity!"
The young waiter, confused and even instinctively disdainful, asked, "Them?"
ha~
He was so engrossed in magic that he would daydream and lose focus during class when facing those powerful magic professors at the magic school. How could he possibly listen attentively to these childish discussions that seemed to be made by students?
"Yes, them! Especially him!"
Aberforth pointed to Ron, who was sharing his experience while holding Hakimi the cat, "What he's saying now is something many self-proclaimed masters of magic (not just Dumbledore and a few others) don't understand so deeply!"
"Even if you only learn this one sentence he's just saying, it will benefit you immensely throughout your magical journey!"
magic?
The waiter couldn't take it anymore.
He would rather be without magic. As a powerless half-blood wizard, he couldn't even find work in the Muggle world, where he had no survival skills other than illegally using magic to cheat others.
Because of his yearning for magic, he gave up the precious opportunity to attend Westminster School and the possibility of studying at a Muggle university, which led to his Muggle brother becoming a respected lawyer while he was just a waiter.
His life has no magic!
The waiter, Dalton, walked away on his own; he still had to clean up the used cups and plates so he could leave work earlier.
Aberforth shook his head and offered no further advice.
He turned to look at Ron, his eyes filled with amazement at the young wizard. Even he, who had become the school's top fighter after his brother Albus graduated, was already old and gray when he came to understand the principles Ron was talking about.
What puzzled him even more was the cat in Ron's arms, a dark magic creature with powerful life magic.
He could sense that this dark magic creature was so compatible with Ron, the young wizard, and that they had a wonderful magical interaction with each other.
Did this young man, Gilderoy, invent the magic of "mutual dependence"?
He guessed, and had a feeling there might be more.
Although he himself had never used this spell, several of the other young wizards present had used it on their pets, and in his spiritual perception, there was a significant difference.
What do you think?
He turned to look at a figure to the side that no one else could see, a figure that looked very similar to him.
Albus Dumbledore turned his gaze from Ron with satisfaction. "Amazing! A delightful surprise!"
Aberforth nodded and gestured for him to go behind the bar, saying, "You don't usually come here on your own initiative."
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Even though Aberforth now has a Deluminator from Lockhart that allows him to meet and chat with his sister Ariana and son Cresden from time to time, the relationship between the two brothers is still difficult to return to the closeness they had in their youth.
Especially now that his brother Albus has once again gotten involved with the dark wizard Gellert, there has been a silent awkwardness between the two brothers.
"It's Gilderoy. He's planning to give up his house for Tom to live in," Albus explained.
"The one next door?" Aberforth raised an eyebrow, took a glass from the shelf, opened a bottle of fiery spirit, poured a glass from it, and pushed it over.
"Yes, I hope you can help keep an eye on him. Tom has never been a well-behaved person." Albus picked up his glass, took a sip, and winced from the spiciness. "Oh, this tastes really bad!"
Aberforth was full of disdain and disgust, "You can only drink butterbeer, soft drinks and sweet wine that only children drink!"
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The younger brother was always dissatisfied with his older brother's ambition.
He even stormed into the Hogwarts Headmaster's office in private, angrily stating how wonderful it was for the children influenced by Gilderoy to be exploring the magical world.
Gilderoy was once a man like that.
But now they are being dragged into this "magic school-centered system" by the ambitious Albus and Gellert, attempting to overthrow the existing social system.
Aberforth's long life taught him too many lessons, and he stubbornly believed that change would bring death, the death of far too many people.
No matter how gentle the approach, how persuasive the method, or how slowly the process may seem, it will inevitably lead to a backlash from those who already have vested interests.
Stop treating others like fools, and stop dragging these lovely children into that terrible vortex.
Aberforth the righteous one, he's always been like this.
Now that she can meet her sister in the Land of the Dead, she has given up on trying to find resurrection power from the goat and has actually become the protector of these little wizards. Finally, with nothing else to do, she turned her attention to her brother.
"Life is a great adventure," Albus said with a smile.
"To hell with your greatness. You don't need to be great. Life is just an adventure, that's all." Aberforth wasn't going to tolerate any hidden agendas in these so-called correct principles.
Even a meaningless life has its own kind of meaning!
He sneered, "You people are so used to being high and mighty that you've forgotten what real life is like. You've gotten too big for your britches!"
Albus just smiled and shrugged, then picked up his glass and took a sip. He was so spicy that he started to cramp up. Finally, he couldn't resist and found some sea salt and lemon slices on the shelf next to him, which he then threw into his drink.
Arguing with my brother about these things will never lead to anything.
He said, "Your strength is so great, yet you spend your days in bars without achieving anything. You haven't even invented any magic, let alone developed any magical theories that would benefit society. What's the point of your life?"
My younger brother would say that meaninglessness is the true meaning of life.
What's the point of discussing that?
The two sipped their drinks and chatted idly, then turned to look at the group of young wizards.
At this point, Draco Malfoy took over the sharing.
These young wizards can be quite surprising at times; Draco even came up with a conclusion that neither he nor his brother could have come up with.
"The mysterious person has a peculiar constitution, which makes them susceptible to backlash." I don't know why, but I've proven it truly exists!
This discovery caused everyone to gasp in surprise.
Even Albus Dumbledore, who had never noticed this problem before, seemed to recall the time when Voldemort was declared dead and his plot failed, when he attacked Harry and was affected by Lily's magic, resulting in a backlash.
And as Gellert once mentioned, in some possible future, Tom is defeated and suffers a backlash when he fights against the savior Harry Potter.
interesting!
After gaining this understanding, the young wizards began to discuss it enthusiastically.
Professor Lockhart's teachings, which focus on finding solutions based on specific characteristics, represent the most practical approach in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
So many brilliant ideas were inspired.
Even if some of these ideas are too naive, or too far-fetched to be practical, they are clearly on a completely different level compared to the strategic discussions about the Dark Lord within the Order of the Phoenix back then.
Among these young wizards, some even harbored the idea of fighting Voldemort not out of a sense of justice, but rather to boost their own record against the Dark Lord.
Ok.
Guided by Lockhart's teachings, the young wizards knew that the best adventure they could encounter in the present era was probably to fight the Dark Lord Voldemort.
Let's wait and see how they grow. More and more people will have this idea, until a group of young people with powerful magical abilities actually emerge. I imagine the situation will be quite magical then.
"These young people nowadays—" Aberforth exclaimed from the side, "They're really something!"
Albus clearly agreed with this view, and his self-image was filled with anticipation for the future.
"Listening to these dueling club members' sharing sessions can sometimes be quite a surprise," Aberforth was saying to Albus when he suddenly snapped to attention and turned to look at Draco.
Draco was explaining in detail the spell he had learned from Voldemort's mind.
One call and the snake god protects you.
It is said to have a snake's body, but what it summons is a bird-snake.
A magical animal that can change size.
The young wizards were very curious about the spell the Dark Lord had invented during his student days, and they all analyzed the characteristics of this magic.
It appears to be a standard Defense Against the Dark Arts spell, modified from the Guardian Spell.
But it seems to be a summoning spell within the category of transfiguration.
Some young wizards, however, believed that this magic was more like ancient priestly witchcraft, the kind of evil witchcraft that summons evil gods.
Some believe this is a type of magic, such as a puppet charm or an activating charm, which is highly related to alchemy and transmutation.
Everyone discussed it animatedly, and finally suggested that Draco use it to see the effect.
"Call upon the bird god Aya!"
Draco wielded the magic with such ease that it was as if he were performing the "Dragon Emerges from Cave" spell with remarkable skill.
Accompanied by a hissing sound similar to that of a snake, yet also possessing a piercing quality reminiscent of a bird's shriek, a sensation of feathers rubbing against each other enveloped everyone.
In fact, they were surrounding them.
A gigantic serpent, as thick as an adult's embrace and covered in feathers, coiled among them. Its cool feathers brushed against everyone's skin before writhing and slithering rapidly. Finally, it shrank quickly, flapped its wings, and landed on Draco's shoulder.
"Cool!" George and Fred couldn't resist the thrill.
The reliable Percy and Cedric were busy casting repair spells to fix the cups, dishes, tables, chairs, and roof that had been crushed by the giant bird-serpent.
"It can make me fly!" Draco explained the wonders of this magic. "After returning from my adventure, I secretly tried it in the Forbidden Forest. Its appearance gives me some incredible help, such as automatically widening and extending the range of my spells!"
"Speed, you know!" Harry's focus was always so practical. "How does it compare to Firebolt?"
"It can't compare in terms of short-distance acceleration, but the experience of long-distance flight is absolutely wonderful, you know, it doesn't require the wizard to maintain a high level of concentration all the time," Draco explained. "The key is that it can change size along with the wizard riding it, and it has much stronger magical resistance than a flying broomstick."
"How big can it get?" Ginny seemed quite interested in the magic, eagerly joining the discussion. "Can it be as big as Professor Lockhart's guardian Pegasus? Big enough to carry an entire school?"
Draco shook his head. "I haven't tried, but it might not work. I think it's because Lockhart's mind carries the entire world, while my mental power is still not strong enough."
But in any case, this magic is clearly interesting enough and appealing enough to the young wizards of the Duel Club.
"I love it too! I used to be a dragon rider when I was little!" Aberforth exclaimed, perking up his ears to listen intently, wondering if he could also ride freely through the skies after learning it.
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