allendalepharm Chapter 311 You damned life thief!
Chapter 311 You damned life thief!
Chapter 311 You damned life thief!
Would Voldemort do something reckless?
There's absolutely no doubt about it—he can do it!
Even though Lockhart drew a line, requiring that no dark magic that could corrupt the soul be taught, to avoid the kind of soul corruption described by Dumbledore.
However, the magic in the wizarding world is too vast, and the boundaries between different spells are not so clear-cut. There are always some spells that fall into an ambiguous zone.
Not to mention that Dumbledore once mentioned when teaching Lockhart that he did not want his soul to be corrupted by dark magic, nor did he like magic that would have a positive effect on the soul.
Lockhart strongly agrees with this point. For example, the Patronus Charm, while seemingly positive, also deprives a normal human soul of a malevolent element. It's important to understand that malevolence is an emotion that humans should possess at certain times.
Therefore, he also had no way to completely control Voldemort.
All we can say is that toxicity depends on the dosage.
Don't go too far; he can actually accept it. Curse-type magic is itself a manifestation of malicious emotions—making someone blind, emaciated, stuffed with slugs, or growing a pig's tail—
The essence of these spells is to harm others; all offensive spells are harmful.
This is something that cannot be completely avoided; even the most stringent Auror and Wizengamor officials cannot classify it as black magic.
So————
What methods are available to restrict this?
Or rather, is there any way to save souls that might fall into depravity because of practicing magic?
Lockhart thought of order.
The order constructed by the "relationship magic" realm he has now officially entered.
As for the specific effects, there is no clue yet. Currently, he can only apply three methods in relationship magic: "benevolence and non-aggression" (the school is my home spell), "individual protection" (blood magic and guardian spell), and "mutual support" (mutual dependence).
To his utter surprise, the answer suddenly appeared.
Professor Sterling Fisher, who teaches music at Beauxbatons.
The professor quickly wrote a school song, which, after Lockhart's approval, was rapidly promoted to the entire student body through music classes and student-run book clubs.
Time flew by and it was the day before Halloween. Lockhart was to lead his team away from school to Hogwarts the next day, and that night he prepared a banquet for the whole school in the Great Hall.
It was a warning to him that professors and students should behave themselves when he wasn't at school, a kind of "spare the rod and spoil the child" approach.
Then Professor Fisher gave Lockhart a big surprise.
Before the banquet began, he organized all the students to sing the school song together.
A giant carried a huge dragon-skin drum onto the platform, while another giant held a hammer as tall as a person and struck the drumhead with force.
Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As various musical instruments played, elves, fairies, house-elves, mermaids, and water sprites—the magical creatures that lived in Beauxbatons—joined in, each humming their own high and low notes, creating a dazzling river of chants.
As the old professor enthusiastically waved his magic wand at the front, the students began to sing in unison.
Well, it's not very neat, considering they've only been learning for a few days.
Yet, even in this simple collective singing, an indescribable solemnity filled the auditorium.
[Beauxbatons: Praise to Snow Spring]
Section 1:
The snow-capped peaks of the Pyrenees shimmer with silver light.
The spring water murmurs softly in the goddess's embrace. (La fontaine chante doucement dans les bras)
de la dame)
The fragrance of lavender lingers in the corridors.
The clouds drape our silk in shimmering light. (Lesnuagestissentdesrobesdesoie)
pour nous)
refrain:
Oh, Beaubatons! Temple of wisdom!
Let thoughts soar freely like stardust! (Quelespenséesvolent comme poussière)
d "étoiles!"
Weave the power of magic with grace (Tisser la force magique avec grace)
Let the soul blossom in the light of truth! (Que les cæeurs s「épanouissentà la lumière)
de la vérité! )
Light! Seek that eternal light! (Lumière! Poursuis cette lumièreéternelle!)
Section 2:
With a light tap of the wand, golden threads flowed through the air. (La baguette légèredessinedes filsd "or
dans I (air)
Ancient incantations are given new life in poetry. (Les runes anciennes chantent des poèmes)
nouveau)
Observing the stars, the truth reflected in the water mirror (Percevoirlesétoiles, lemiroird "eau")
révèle)
Meditation roses bloom quietly in stillness.
silence)
(Repeated chorus)
Section 3:
The ice cliffs forged our unwavering resolve.
Clear spring water nourishes the soul, keeping it pure as ever. (L「eaupurenourrituneameimmaculée」)
Crossing galaxies, riding dreams and breaking waves, (Traverser lesétoiles, chevaucher le vent)
des reves)
Let the horses of Beauxbatons leap to glory! (Vers la gloire s「élancent les coursiers)
de Beaubatons!
end:
Whether you come from the forest or the sea, (Que tu viennes des forets ou des océans)
When the longing for light ignites in the heart, (Quandton cour brüle de désir pourla)
lumière)
Beau batons—always pointing you in the right direction.
chemin)
Light weaves the law, the heart forges glory! (La lumière tisse la loi, le cour forge la)
Gloire!
coming!
That feeling is coming!
Lockhart suddenly stood up, drew his wand, which glowed faintly and swayed amidst the collective burst of magical power from another dimension, drawing his arm to wave gently.
He felt once again the power bursting forth from that collective emotional resonance!
It was even more exciting and stirring than in music class.
If we say that magical bloodlines are the source of magic, then in the long river of time, magical power is a network of magical forces connected by individual lives.
So what we see before us is a network of magical power woven together by the collective unconscious magical power among countless individuals.
It is conceived in the collective, possesses a unique order, and also possesses individual freedom.
Every soul shines brightly within the order, as if it were unique.
Every soul is also part of the order, together constructing a magnificent spiritual galaxy.
Within this galaxy, Lockhart sensed an extremely unique power.
It is positive.
Yes, perhaps it's because of the school song's attributes, or perhaps it's guided by the framework of order constructed by the magic he previously cast, "My school is my home." Whatever the reason, he could sense that it was a positive thing.
It is an undefined positive direction.
It is the power that is generated by the most primitive and instinctive ability to distinguish between good and evil in every soul.
This force blossoms in every soul, collectively constructing a powerful and resonant framework of order, which then begins to permeate the relationships between individuals and between individuals and the collective.
It transforms into an extremely subtle scale between people, between people and groups, and between people and nature.
If Lockhart had to force himself to give this unique magical rhythm a name, the first thing that came to mind was—morality.
Virtue arises from humanity.
Yes, it's amazing, it's morality, Lockhart felt it clearly.
Perhaps this is the instinctive evolution of human order.
As the philosopher Kant once said—two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing admiration and awe, the more often and the more steadily we reflect upon them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.
"What are you doing?"
Voldemort, who was finding it boring that the whole school was singing the school song together, suddenly noticed that Lockhart was acting strangely, but he had no idea what was wrong with him.
He even suspected that if he weren't here as a ghost projection, but in his original form, he might not be able to figure out what Lockhart was up to.
Voldemort couldn't hold back any longer and asked the question.
"Ritual and music lead to innate knowledge!"
Lockhart murmured in his native tongue, then turned to see Voldemort's bewildered expression. He could only explain, "The collective built by order and music brings peace and freedom to each individual. This emotion is sublimated and inspired in the shared singing, to the point that the most primal and beautiful desires deep within the soul emerge and resonate. Thus, everyone is guided by the music within the framework of order, towards the positive force represented by the collective resonance."
ha?
what what?
Voldemort blinked, as if to say, "Oh, I see," but he didn't actually understand anything.
Lockhart groaned with great satisfaction, then hummed along with the students with great interest.
When the music ended and Lockhart called the students to eat, he finally came to his senses and, somewhat unwillingly, wanted to ask for clarification.
"You seem very happy. Did you gain something from it?"
This was all Old Voldemort wanted to know. He didn't want to hear any more about the principles. Lockhart's explanations were getting more and more complicated, and he didn't want to analyze or think too deeply into Lockhart's magical philosophy. He had his own path in magic.
"certainly!"
Lockhart raised his glass to the professors and students below the stage, and after they toasted together, he turned to Voldemort and began to speak smugly.
"Do you remember? I explored the secrets of magical bloodlines in the river of time, and as a result, I created a unique spirituality. In addition to the guardian Pegasus and the vicious werewolf, I also possessed a spiritual serpent that can roam the river of time."
Voldemort's eye twitched; that thing gave him a very bad feeling, well, a very bad experience.
"Of course, I used the help of my student Tom—well—yes, that was his identity back then—I used his magical bloodline to travel to the very beginning of the river of time, to explore and acquire the power of Parsley."
Voldemort really didn't want to hear this, and he urged impatiently, "I mean now!"
"Don't rush, these two things have something in common, it—"
Seeing that old Voldemort was getting increasingly impatient, Lockhart pursed his lips, stopped talking about the theory, and had no choice but to answer directly, "As the current ruler of the order, my spirituality shines together with theirs."
This answer is a bit mysterious.
Because there is no definition for this thing in the current magical world, Lockhart cannot give a term like Parsleyan.
"Spirituality?"
Voldemort clearly grasped the key point, quickly considering Lockhart's theory, which he found somewhat distasteful, and then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Your spirituality shines alongside theirs? You mean, you therefore possess their spiritual attributes?"
Lockhart looked at Old Voldemort in amazement. The boss was indeed a boss; his talent was extraordinary. He figured it out in an instant. Lockhart nodded and said, "Yes."
For example, he can now see the strange things Luna described, like gnats and harassing flies.
Now, the entire auditorium is filled with what look like colorful, semi-transparent, luminous butterflies, fluttering their magnificent wings and trailing pale blue tails.
It seemed that the fairies could also sense this, and they happily fluttered around the butterflies.
For example, he can now shine just like a lotus!
It was a kind of biological allure taken to its extreme, a divine appearance bestowed by nature.
But as an internationally renowned author who is wildly popular with countless young girls, young women, and middle-aged women, he has absolutely no need for this thing.
He firmly believes that as the magical order of "the school is my home" is reconstructed and deepened, students' sense of identity with the school will increase, and the school's sense of identity with the students will increase. With this mutual promotion, he, as the master of this order, will possess a deeper level of power!
So he began to look forward to the three-way battle even more.
Damn!
Voldemort recalled some unpleasant memories, images from the past of young Tom Riddle, and muttered angrily, "You damned life thief!"
Lockhart chuckled, put a finger to his lips, and said, "Shh! Don't tell anyone, it's my secret!"
Voldemort rolled his eyes.
Lockhart looked at him in surprise. "I've noticed you rolling your eyes at me and frowning a lot lately. Of course, I know you don't really like me, so that's not the point—"
He clicked his tongue. "You've actually started showing so many emotional reactions?"
In his eyes, although Voldemort was always mocking and disliking Snape, Voldemort was actually more despicable than Snape in his opinion.
Snape had always had a deadpan expression, as if his wife had died. He was lifeless all day long, like a walking, thinking corpse.
Voldemort, on the other hand, has undergone a significant regression, regressing towards an animalistic state, giving off a cold, damp, and crawling feeling, as well as a superficial emotional expression reminiscent of a kitten or puppy.
For example, when I'm happy, I might laugh with a "hehehe~" sound.
Now, Voldemort has begun to regain his ability to express complex emotions.
Simply put, he looks more human, more like a younger version of Tom Riddle after normal growth.
Voldemort clearly sensed that Lockhart was observing him, as if he were observing a dark magical creature. He even suspected that Lockhart might be secretly keeping a dark magical creature breeding manual to record his condition.
He loathed this practice, gave Lockhart a cold look, and then his figure quickly vanished, his consciousness returning to Hogwarts.
I'm not coming!
Come back home!
Well, Lockhart is taking the student delegation to Hogwarts in a couple of days anyway.
Lockhart ignored the vanished Voldemort.
He approached Professor Audrey Lemaître with some excitement.
"Audrey, do you have any modern occult magical artifacts like Muggle cameras and projectors?"
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Inspiring a sense of collective honor undoubtedly enhances the order built upon the school as a platform.
Miss Audrey looked at him with some doubt, but nodded in response to his question, "Yes, but I didn't do it, my grandfather did."
Ever since Nicolas Flamel emerged, the Flamel family has relied on the wealth and knowledge accumulated by this alchemist master who could turn lead into gold. Generation after generation, they have built up a wealth of treasures that they can now offer.
Lockhart stroked his chin. "I'm thinking, could we find a way to broadcast it so that the students staying in Beauxbatons can also watch the Triwizard Tournament live?"
Miss Audrey's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea. I think the students will love it."
She quickly came up with a plan: "There are suitable people among the student body to help with this. I can have the junior reporters from the school newspaper go to the competition to record and interview, and then have the radio station students install fireplace smoke screens around the school!"
"A fireplace smoke screen?" Lockhart blinked, immediately thinking of Grindelwald's hookah skull, the alchemical artifact made by Dumbledore that could bring back memories.
Miss Audrey explained, "The images are transmitted through the magical channels of the FlooNet and appear in the smoke of the FlooNet fireplace."
interesting.
Lockhart, full of curiosity, said, "Let me see it later!"
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