allendalepharm Chapter 323 I Want to Give Birth to a Bone Spirit!
Chapter 323 I Want to Give Birth to a Bone Spirit!
Chapter 323 I Want to Give Birth to a Bone Spirit!
"I hereby declare!"
"This Quidditch Duel is the first match of the first round of the school team tournament —"
"Hogwarts team wins!"
Professor Gavin Steele, the host, shouted loudly.
The intensity of Quidditch duels was something rarely seen in the wizarding world, which had ended more than a decade of war.
In fact, apart from the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters occasionally reminiscing about that passionate yet painful and deadly era, most wizards who did not participate in the war would find it difficult to intuitively grasp the scale of such a battle.
Forget about the Quidditch World Cup, this is more exaggerated than a duel between adult wizards. Even the Aurors who have been fighting against dark wizards on the front lines for a long time rarely have such a battle scene.
Amidst the wild cheers from the audience, the victorious young wizards were bewildered.
They won too hastily, relying on their individual combat skills to fight one opponent after another in the choking fog of war, and had no idea of the overall situation of the team when they won.
In particular, Harry Potter, the captain of the Hogwarts team, was still gripping his flying broomstick tightly, making tactical dodge moves, and waving his wand to maintain his charging stance even as the announcer declared victory.
When they regrouped in formation atop their flying broomsticks and soared into the air to greet the cheers of the crowd, they were momentarily bewildered.
"We still have too many shortcomings."
Harry Potter was frustrated by the battle he had just fought. All the tactics he had practiced before the match were useless. A spell called "fog of war" had scattered them, turning it into a chaotic team-versus-individual match.
"Yes, we should have group spellcasting training!" Hermione said through gritted teeth, clutching her bleeding left hand. The wound on her arm was so deep that the bone was visible, and the pain was so intense that she was about to faint. She had just secretly cast a spell that was technically a form of dark magic called "Painful Pleasure" to keep herself in combat.
Her face was terribly pale at that moment, and she urgently needed medical attention.
Fortunately, the three-way competition had already prepared a strong medical team, with medical staff from various schools and emergency personnel from major hospitals waiting below.
"This is all terrible!" The dazed Neville snapped out of his warrior mode on the battlefield, feeling his whole body trembling and shaking, so disoriented that he felt like he was about to fall off his flying broom.
This isn't a competition at all!
This is war!
Captain Harry clearly realized that his teammates weren't in good shape, and quickly gathered everyone to go downstairs.
Following the pace of one game per day in the first round, they still have one day for rest and reorganization.
We need to adjust our situation as soon as possible.
Compared to them, the Beauxbatons team, who were drawn to play their second match tomorrow, are in a much worse situation.
Harry didn't know how many of them would be able to stand on the stage tomorrow.
In fact it does.
The healers at the "Event First Aid Station" are busy. Some external injuries are easy to treat, but the various strange magical injuries are a bit of a headache.
Some people are attacked by more than one magic attack, and have multiple types of magic damage stacked on their bodies, which ordinary counter-curses cannot solve.
So the bigwigs from all sides involved in the competition were called in to help.
"I'm starting to regret allowing this kind of competition." Professor McGonagall looked at the young children with heartache. The competition just now reminded her of the wars with the Saints and the Death Eaters, except that it lacked some killing magic aimed at killing people.
Grindelwald, however, was quite satisfied. He easily dealt with the magical damage on the young wizard by waving his wand, and watched as the boy jumped up and became lively again from being paralyzed in bed. He smiled slightly and said, "This is necessary training. War is always the driving force for the progress of civilization."
"Compared to the rapidly advancing Muggle technological civilization, the wizarding civilization has stagnated for far too long, to the point that schools like Beauxbatons have become classical."
In the military sphere, it is a fact that ancient wizards were stronger than modern wizards, and moving towards the classical is indeed one of the most correct options in the current era.
But isn't this also a form of backwardness?
Consider the enemies of ancient wizards: from the fairies with complete magical systems encompassing time, space, and alchemy, to the dragons and giants with top-tier magic resistance that countered wizards, to centaurs, mermaids, and various magical and dark magic creatures, to the Muggles who became witch hunters in modern times, and finally to the infighting among modern wizards—
The intensity of wars that wizards face is decreasing; the struggle for survival has shifted to the struggle for living space and the competition for interests.
Warriors don't appear out of thin air; they need fertile ground.
This trend in the development of wizarding civilization deeply saddened Grindelwald.
Voldemort, who in ancient times could be called "the protector of the Wizarding Council" and "the great warrior," is a wicked murderous tyrant in modern times.
A promising talent like Severus Snape was limited to the level of "Spell of the Unseen" and potion improvements, making further progress difficult.
Arthur Weasley of the Order of the Phoenix is an inventor; Sirius Black is skilled in alchemy and Animagus; Lupin is mediocre.
The latest magical master, Gilderoy Lockhart, has taken an even more ridiculous path towards a "wizard life, a magical life."
What is this?
This is a tragedy!
Grindelwald was acutely aware of how terrifying the development of Muggle technology could be; their society's resources were always allocated to war machines to the greatest extent possible: nuclear energy, missiles, fighter jets, aircraft carriers, laser weapons, and unmanned weapons.
He knew that if he didn't do something, and didn't bring up the ridiculous topic of wizards conquering Muggles, wizards would become the objects of Muggle enslavement.
Yes, Dumbledore always thought this was alarmist.
But this is the reality and future he can see.
As a prophet, he was always in pain.
Wizards are becoming more like everyday people, and they are merging with Muggles. Everything seems to be going well.
He could even see a future where wizards and Muggles broke down the boundaries and merged into one.
and then?
Wizards who are pulled into the same dimension will then be subjected to substantial enslavement by Muggles through countless means, including more powerful civilizations, more sophisticated financial methods, and more abundant commodity resources, in a dimensional-reduction-style attack.
Frankly, having missed the window of opportunity during the Muggle World War, wizards have truly lost their chance.
At this point, Grindelwald was actually a supporter of the Secret Service Act.
He began to follow the same path as Dumbledore—to reform the Secret Law.
Wizards and Muggles need to communicate, but they also need to maintain boundaries and, more importantly, maintain a deterrent effect.
This kind of deterrent force obviously cannot be used to seek the interests of the group by a few magic masters. Even a legendary archmage as powerful as Merlin went to serve as a lackey for the Muggle king and established the ridiculous Merlin Order to restrict the development of wizards.
So, can people really count on the national ministries of magic and Auror teams built around the Secrets Act?
ha~
Don't be ridiculous.
Grindelwald knew all too well that the reason why the Muggles, who were recovering from the war and developing rapidly, dared not covet the power of the wizards in this era was precisely because of the threat posed by the Dark Lord Voldemort.
Yes, sometimes the truth is just that absurd.
The Muggle leaders of various factions are not afraid of leaders like Dumbledore, but they are worried about being harmed by dark wizards like Voldemort if they get too close to wizarding power.
This was a harm they could not resist.
Any single Imperishable Curse would be enough to drive the Muggle leadership to despair.
Dumbledore didn't use the Imperius Curse, nor did the Aurors, but Voldemort loved using it.
However, this mysterious and malevolent deterrent force is not a constant deterrent force that wizard civilization can tame. The righteous path requires a powerful wizard army.
Grindelwald knew that no wizard in this era would endorse a wizarding army.
Therefore, the Triwizard Tournament and Quidditch duels are crucial.
Even though it is still a bit immature now.
But he was already extremely satisfied.
The de facto wizarding army established around magic schools has another advantage: the rotation of army members as young wizards graduate every seven years.
"If we hold the Triwizard Tournament for another year or two, we can add the graduating class to the team again, bringing these talents who have entered society back into the hands of the magic school!"
This established a comprehensive influence, extending from the magic school to society at large.
Magic is power!
In addition, the influence of magical theories, literature, alchemy, historical research, Muggle studies, and other fields that extend from magic schools will be grasped and condensed into a force to advance wizarding civilization.
So, the next step is to take back the right to mint coins from the fairies!
However, we must not rush the transition. We need to take a more peaceful approach. Perhaps the gold coin reward for the Three Kingdoms Tournament is the best entry point for promoting "Warrior Gold Coins".
"You are all warriors!"
In the hospital room, Grindelwald looked at the young wizards and smiled kindly. "Your families will be so proud of you. You are bringing honor to your school. Tell me, are you afraid?"
"We're not afraid!" The young wizard who had just been healed immediately puffed out his chest and shouted.
Then the others joined in the shouting.
Here we go again! Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes. Gellert was always like this; no matter where he appeared, a group of fanatical loyalists would always slowly emerge.
She couldn't help but glance at Dumbledore, who was discussing treatment plans with Professor Lockhart, and wanted to say, "Aren't you going to do anything about it?"
Um----
It seems they're just going to ignore it.
"Bone-Generating Elixir is a great formula, but it's too slow!" Lockhart looked at Evie Lestrange, captain of Team Beauxbatons, with a hint of helplessness.
At his level, many magical damages can be easily healed by using counterspells.
However, he wasn't actually that good at healing physical injuries.
In this situation, using a magic potion is more reliable.
Ivy looked terrible. She was lying on the hospital bed with her chest collapsed, like a water-filled balloon—her entire spine and some of her ribs had suffered comminuted fractures.
This is a minor issue.
Bone-Regenerating Elixir can easily cure the condition.
It just takes time.
But the Beauxbatons team has to play their second match tomorrow, so they obviously won't make it.
"I have an improved recipe for Bone Healing, which only requires a small amount of fresh unicorn skull, enough to heal her instantly and grant her pure magical power."
Voldemort appeared there at some unknown time and offered his suggestion.
Oh, right, he's the vice principal of Beauxbatons.
It's only right that we come to express our condolences and care for the brave warriors at the school.
He knew that Dumbledore and the others were looking forward to the methods he would demonstrate in the future, and he already had the answer in his heart.
It's not black magic.
It's not Defense Against Dark Magic either.
Instead, it's potions and alchemy, which are rarely mentioned in various reports and rumors, but which he is extremely skilled in!
In the field of alchemy, he is now frantically absorbing the wisdom of Beauxbatons' modern occultism as a means to expand his influence and enter the so-called new era.
Potions, then, is currently the best area to showcase that expertise.
He dared to say that no one in the world today knew more about potions than him!
Even Dumbledore, faced with his own concoction of the "Fountain of Despair," couldn't think of a way to counter it and could only obediently drink the entire potion. (The one in the cave.)
"A fresh unicorn skull? Killed right there?"
Lockhart asked, somewhat doubtfully, "Are you sure she won't be cursed by the unicorn because of this?"
Voldemort nodded. "Yes, but the price is that she will find it difficult to achieve much in the realm of Dark Magic, but she will become very talented in what you call 'White Magic.' I think that's within your acceptable range?"
Dumbledore refused firmly, "We cannot harm unicorns any longer; they are an endangered species that needs the protection of wizards!"
Voldemort shrugged. "I also have other effective potion recipes, but they take a long time to prepare. It's more cost-effective to have the young wizard drink ordinary Bone Spirit directly."
Lockhart had some thoughts on the topic of potions.
His eyes sparkled as he looked at everyone. "What do you think of the compound decoction? I happen to have a ready-made one here. How about she drinks the compound decoction mixed with her own hair and becomes a healthy version of herself?"
Voldemort leaned back slightly. "This is the most outrageous way I've ever heard of using compound potions!"
Is it effective?
uncertain.
It sounds really creepy.
Lockhart was indeed as unreliable as his stereotypes suggested!
Soon, Professor Snape and several other professors from magic schools who were skilled in potions joined the discussion, and one strange solution after another was proposed.
"Use Bone-Generating Elixir; you must be patient, don't expect to succeed overnight!" Madam Pomfrey, the Hogwarts Head Nurse, warned these "evil wizards" warily. "She's not an adult wizard! This child is still growing; don't let her stunt her growth!"
Lying in her hospital bed, Evie Lestrange grew increasingly frightened as she listened, and cried out, "I need Bone Spirits! Bone Spirits are all I need! Nothing else!"
Her weak chest was clearly not enough to support her speaking normally. She shouted a few times and then coughed violently, as if she was going to vomit her insides.
Madam Pomfrey quickly stepped forward, pressed on her chest to help adjust the position of her internal organs, and gave her some magic potion to drink.
In short, this is the only way to handle this matter.
After all, it's not a big deal. Just wait patiently for a while, and the lively and energetic Ivy will reappear on campus.
only----
Team Beauxbatons can't afford to be without their captain!
Lockhart pondered with a headache, discussing plans with Dumbledore and Grindelwald. "It seems we need to prepare replacements and find ways to limit the young wizards from suffering casualties when formulating tactics," he said. "That's not the direction we want to guide them."
The player reduction situation in the first game of the first round came out quickly.
Beauxbatons lost three men.
Hogwarts has lost one member.
These are all situations where treatment takes time and they cannot immediately return to the game.
"professor!"
"Professor, I... I can!"
Those who directly address Lockhart as "Professor" instead of "Professor Lockhart" or "Principal" are mostly members of the Duel Club.
The player who excitedly volunteered at this moment was none other than Draco Malfoy, who had been excluded by the captain.
Lockhart looked at him and nodded. The boy seemed so eager. "Playing as a substitute is fine, but becoming captain? Draco, you know that requires the support of the players, otherwise you can't expect to lead them to victory."
Not to mention, this was a team assembled by Evie Lestrange, a rival of the Malfoy family.
Draco, hands on his hips, said smugly, "Of course, it's very simple."
Yes, it's very simple.
The Malfoy family has plenty of money!
The flying brooms used by the Beauxbatons were a motley crew, and not everyone had enough money to buy the best fire bolts.
Therefore, he only needs to prepare a fire crossbow for each team member, and he believes that everyone will respectfully call him "Captain".
"Alright," Lohart nodded in agreement. "Take the recovered team members from the ward and go to a meeting. Do you know what we need to do before tomorrow's match?"
Draco clearly had ideas in mind: "Post-match analysis, contingency plans for the next game, and morale boosting."
"very good!"
Lockhart was increasingly pleased with Draco; not every member of the Duel Club possessed leadership qualities, and there were only five who showed such inclinations.
Percy Weasley, Cedric Diggory, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger.
"I'm really looking forward to your performance, Mr. Malfoy!"
Draco bowed respectfully, a wizard's salute he had learned at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, before beckoning to his team and turning away.
The next battle is tomorrow, time is of the essence!