allendalepharm Chapter 300 He Came from the Light
Chapter 300 He Came from the Light
Chapter 300 He Came from the Light
Politics and magic seem to be two completely unrelated topics.
But no matter how complex politics is, it cannot escape the scope of relationships between people and between groups.
Blood magic is precisely the kind of magic found in this field.
The "mutual dependence" contract magic with Lockhart and the "Dark Mark" magic of Voldemort are essentially relationship-based magics, and they are similar in nature, so there is not much of a barrier between them.
It is often said that knowledge and action should be in harmony.
Lockhart was eager to test his ideas, and the impending conflict in Beauxbatons was the perfect testing ground.
He beckoned Audrey to lead him over.
Voldemort did not follow; his figure slowly disappeared, showing no intention of getting involved in this matter that had nothing to do with him.
This teaching session was also an exchange, from which he gained a lot of insights, both about magic and about life. He has so many thoughts and emotions to process.
"Children, stop!"
In front of the main castle of Beauxbatons stands a magnificent magical fountain, donated by alchemist Nicolas Flamel and his wife. The fountain contains sculptures of human wizards, giants, werewolves, winged horses, elves, and fairies, and is named "Peace and Order".
Ironically, almost all the rebellions that occurred in Beauxbatons after its construction took place in the "Peace and Order" magic fountain plaza.
This is also true at this very moment.
Beauxbatons' current headmistress, Orim Maxim, was genuinely exhausted. She looked down at the excited young wizards with a sense of despair, knowing full well that her words would not stop anything.
(P.S.: She has giant blood and is a head taller than Hagrid. Hagrid would even look like a little bird nestled in her arms. She looks down on everyone else.)
"Children, stop!"
Principal Maxim's wife continued to persuade him.
She knew how drastic the changes were taking place in the students' thinking.
She knew that this was actually a conspiracy by the dark wizard Grindelwald.
She knew that all the antagonism had been pushed to its limit, and everything was like a powder keg that had already been lit, just waiting for the fuse to burn out and then a terrible explosion would occur.
She knew what she had to do.
To stop these students, and to prevent this from happening again on the second and third days, she also had to discipline, punish, or even expel them.
But she can't do that.
These students are among the best in the Beauxbatons student body.
They are not only the future of Beauxbatons, but also the future of the wizarding world in France, Spain, Portugal, Luxembourg, Belgium, and the Netherlands—too many wizarding nations.
Many of these individuals will even go on to work in the American wizarding world after graduation, where they will take on key positions and exert influence.
The prerequisite is that they receive a complete magical education and obtain certificates that are not easily obtained elsewhere.
If they are expelled, they're finished.
Mrs. Maxime will also become a sinner in Beauxbatons!
However, if these students are not expelled, or even merely disciplined, and are allowed to remain in the school, this would undoubtedly be another form of indulgence, creating a source of conflict between students and professors that is difficult to bridge.
What is happening now will continue to happen in the near future, and may even be more intense.
So, what if we stand on the students' side and follow their wishes to expel the professors from the school?
The outcome would be no different, and the huge social chaos caused by the professors' students holding important positions in various countries would likely make the result even worse.
What should I do?
Everything seemed like an unsolvable problem.
Mrs. Maxim was desperate; she didn't know.
She hated Gellert Grindelwald, who hadn't even shown his face, for this schemer who had pushed everything to an irreversible point.
No one can handle this situation.
The tearing apart of society, spreading from schools, is about to occur, and all those in the know can only wait in despair for the cracks to appear, powerless to resist or salvage the situation.
Those high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, pure-blood families, and various organizations were all quietly watching this place, coldly observing her powerlessness, or rather, these people were equally helpless.
Everyone is waiting in despair, waiting helplessly.
Why!
She had already made concessions and agreed to leave the school to which she had poured so much emotion.
She's only a few days away from taking her final exams, having a farewell party, and then going to France to become the Minister of Magic. Can't she even wait a few more days?
Grindelwald is really bullying people.
He pushed all of this to happen in a way that was almost humiliating to everyone.
Mrs. Maxim tried to persuade them, as did the school professors, but clearly not every professor was as gentle as Mrs. Maxim. One hot-tempered professor spoke a little harshly, instantly igniting the students' emotions.
"Get out of this school! This isn't for an old man like you!"
A student yelled and swung his wand at the professor. The intense emotion had an unexpected effect, and the professor, caught off guard, was sent flying with his wand.
"Professor Witsel!" a professor who was on good terms with him exclaimed, unable to bear the students who treated them as enemies any longer, and drew his wand to fight back.
And so, a chaotic battle officially began.
The professors were undoubtedly powerful, but sometimes they had to face attacks from a dozen students at the same time. The spells flying around the field could hit them at any moment, and they couldn't suppress them by force.
The potions professor was a theoretical old scholar with a great international reputation, but he was not good at practical combat. Faced with such a chaotic situation, he panicked for a moment, grabbed the wrong potion bottle from his belt and threw it into the crowd of students, creating a large amount of thick smoke that excited people and stimulated their nerves. Fire ash snakes were also born from the magical smoke from time to time, climbing everywhere and causing flames to rise, making everything even more chaotic.
"Stop!" Mrs. Maxim panicked, waving her wand to release a ribbon that bound a student who dared to cast a deadly and vicious spell. Seeing that a professor's attack had gone too far and he didn't have time to cast a counterspell, she simply rushed over and stood in the middle.
The giant's magic resistance was so outrageous that when such terrifying magic struck her, it only caused her thick robes to flutter.
But she soon encountered problems.
A student threw out a prank toy—a bunch of small sculptures that looked like Wizard's Chess pieces. Then, with a series of loud bangs, they instantly expanded into a giant balloon roly-poly toy that was five meters tall.
These balloon roly-poly toys severely obstructed the view in the chaos, and when attacked by the magic spell, they would explode, easily blowing many people away.
chaos!
The entire Peace and Order fountain square was in complete chaos.
Finally, even Lady Maxim couldn't take it anymore. The giant bloodline brought unparalleled magical resistance, as well as the most primal fighting instincts.
Her mind was quickly filled with unbridled anger, and she rapidly lost her rationality as a school principal.
She even started attacking overly aggressive professors and students.
But soon, a hollowed-out copper sphere hanging from her waist began to spin rapidly and glow, and she quickly snapped out of her "angry charge" state as if she had been doused with ice rain.
The sudden drop in temperature made her feel dazed for a moment, her face turned pale, and she felt an indescribable weakness all over her body.
The powerful calming and cooling effects effectively suppressed the giant's instincts, but also weakened her.
She watched the chaotic scene unfold before her with a sense of despair, murmuring weakly, "Merlin's nose hair, someone save me, someone save the children—"
She tilted her head back, and the darkness of the night surged into her pupils. The night was intense and vast, so oppressive that it felt suffocating.
suddenly!
She saw a light.
A silver light.
Brilliant as a galaxy, surging through the night.
The silver threads piled up like rivers in an abstract painting, surging in the sky, and within the threads, a huge silver Pegasus flapped its wings.
"This is----"
Mrs. Maxim blinked, then exclaimed in surprise, "A guardian charm?"
Such a colossal guardian deity, so immense it blots out the sky?
Soon, the silver river surged forth, and silver threads filled every corner of the chaotic battlefield. The silver winged horse flapped its wings.
Snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky, each one carrying a cool, stimulating sensation. Just a light touch sent a shiver through people, instantly calming them down. Then, one by one, they looked up at the falling snow, their minds at peace.
In just a moment, the once bustling fountain square fell completely silent.
Everyone stared blankly up at the falling snow, leaving only a few giant balloon roly-poly toys swaying in the silver threads.
Magic: Mind Cleansing Technique!
(ps: Chapter 119, the combination of the Weather Spell and the Guardian Spell)
Suddenly, the Pegasus expanded rapidly, and together with the silver threads, it seemed to spread out and turn into silver light, slowly dissipating from the retina.
Within the silver light, a tall and handsome figure slowly emerged, a charming and perfect smile on his face.
"Hello everyone, I am Gilderoy Lockhart."
The voice is warm and peaceful, almost magical, instantly making listeners feel close to the speaker.
"Lockhart!" a student exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement. "Lockhart is at our school!"
In an instant, the quiet student group erupted in excitement.
Everyone excitedly rushed towards Lockhart, eager to shake hands with their idol.
Several bolder girls, amidst the playful pushing and shoving, managed to leap into their idol's arms, stomping their feet in happiness.
Well, the students were really enthusiastic.
Lockhart sought an entry point and spellcasting method to create the image of a magic master, making a grand and dazzling savior appearance, but he didn't expect that it might not really be necessary.
These are just a bunch of die-hard fans.
They're even crazier than the young wizards at Hogwarts.
Oh~
Right.
There are more than a dozen large student groups in the school called "Lockhart Book Clubs". They study Lockhart's books, articles, reports, quotes and deeds in a long time, and are more likely to get deeply involved in them.
This is wonderful.
Given such a strong "human" relationship, Lockhart could expect to accomplish this with remarkable ease, given the methods he had just learned from Voldemort.
Of course, the little witches who squeezed into his arms were so enthusiastic and unrestrained that he felt somewhat embarrassed.
After all, Mrs. Maxim and the school professors were watching.
The students viewed them as enemies, yet were wildly infatuated with them, which inevitably made these professors uncomfortable.
In fact, Professor Witsel, who had a fiery temper, simply snorted and said sarcastically, "No wonder the students dared to attack us; it turns out someone was behind it."
That's right.
Grindelwald was manipulating things in secret.
But to say such things at this moment is almost an unreasonable attempt to pin the blame on Lockhart.
Before Lockhart could say anything, the students were already furious, staring at the professor angrily and shouting, the air thick with tension once again.
"Oh, Professor Witsel, how could you say that!" Even the gentlest Mrs. Maxime glared at him angrily.
There is no benefit in exacerbating the conflict between students and professors.
Offending the future principal would bring no benefit whatsoever.
Furthermore, creating a rift between the principal and professors will also bring to light the involvement of all the pure-blood families behind the school.
The Ministry of Magic and various organizations were furious.
Everyone has been fearing one thing lately—Dumbledore, through Lockhart, the headmaster, has replaced all the professors at the school with his own people.
This is not impossible; Dumbledore has already informed Beauxbatons that Professors Snape and Lupin from Hogwarts are transferring to teach here.
Notification.
This is not a discussion.
No one can resist Dumbledore's tough stance.
No one knows how many meetings and arguments we've had over this period of time, but we've finally reached a consensus.
That was to win over Gilderoy Lockhart. Everyone believed that this newly crowned master of magic would inevitably clash with Dumbledore's ideals one day, and he was someone worth trying to win over.
This might even be their reliance, leading them to break free from the constraints of the "Dumbledore era" and regain their influence in their European stronghold.
Therefore, it would be extremely foolish to alienate Principal Lockhart and the professors.
But clearly, Mrs. Maxim's worries were somewhat excessive.
Surprisingly, many of the professors were fans of Lockhart, which was quite rare. The previous Lockhart had no chance of winning over these professors until the book "Voldemort the Mysterious Man: A Pureblood Supremacist with a Muggle Dad?" was published.
Many top wizards in various magical fields have been impressed by the wisdom contained in this book.
Leaving aside the content about Voldemort opening the box, the remaining part discusses the magical philosophies of four magical masters: Voldemort, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Lockhart. It can almost be said to be the most profound, valuable, and research-worthy magical monograph published in contemporary times.
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none of them!
Of course, they weren't just fans; some savvy professors also knew they should cultivate a good relationship with the future principal.
"Professor Witsel, you are absolutely rude!"
"Exactly! If you had known Lockhart saved us, saved these students, and Merlin's bubble underwear... I don't know how terrible things would have happened if Lockhart hadn't arrived!"
"This is an unfounded accusation, Professor Witsel must apologize!"
The professors stepped forward one after another.
In a subtle way, the professors and students suddenly stood together, and the atmosphere became so harmonious and wonderful.
But harmony and beauty belong to them.
Professor Witsel found it all too noisy.
He didn't understand how he had suddenly become the target of everyone's criticism.
Okay~
So you're the only good people, and I'm the only bad one, right?
Professor Witsel was furious.
He desperately wanted to write to his close friend, Mad-Eye Moody, a retired Auror from the British Ministry of Magic, and say, "Yes, buddy, you were right. Lockhart is no good man at all! Many people have been deceived by him!"
His face flushed red amidst the accusations and attacks, then turned pale and then flushed again. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "Solve what? Lockhart hasn't solved anything! The students' problems are still there, and they still want to kick us out of the school!"
In an instant, the square fell silent.
The conflict remains, emotions have been stirred up, and the problem remains unresolved.
The cessation of conflict through forceful intervention is only temporary.
Everything remains unresolved.
"I don't want you to be the headmaster, even though everyone says how powerful you are." Professor Witsel looked at Lockhart. "I know you. Your influence isn't that great. Apart from your book fans, some officials from the British Ministry of Magic, and some followers in the European media and academia, you don't have enough power to be the headmaster of a university."
Yes, the list already includes enough to be astonishing.
But even if we disregard Dumbledore and Grindelwald, even if Dumbledore sent Professor McGonagall, her influence within the pure-blood families and the various European magic ministries would far surpass that of Lockhart, a young man with a relatively shallow foundation.
At least that's what he thinks.
But Lockhart is not.
He smiled and patted the shoulder of the student who was about to argue on his behalf, then walked through the crowd toward Professor Witsel, asking simply and gently, "Influence?"
Professor Witsel suddenly felt immense pressure, an inexplicable pressure. Facing Lockhart's smiling face, he barely managed to force a soft, strained reply, "Yes!"
"In my view, the essence of influence is the relationship between people."
Lockhartmo held his wand firmly in his hand, "And the relationships between people, besides the blood ties of family marriages..."
Beyond the power struggles between the Ministry of Magic and the Wizarding Council, the transfer of profits between various organizations, companies, and factories, there is an even more intriguing area where influence can be built.
He looked up at the professors and students around him and exclaimed, "Magic!"
"Gentlemen, we are wizards!"
"Please put away your Muggle-like way of thinking and look at the world from a wizard's perspective. Look, magic is everywhere."
His speech was magical; his emerald green wizard robes crackled with electricity, and the gold threads embroidered on them shimmered.
"If you look at human relationships from a magical perspective, you will find that all sorts of wonderful connections are quietly hidden within them."
Voldemort was the one who understood this best.
He not only gained deep control over the Death Eaters organization through the "Dark Mark".
"While still in the river of time, Lockhart forcibly altered history," and they became the closest of friends. Later, she was even trapped in a cursed position as the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, forcibly taking over the place that belonged to "Mom."
See, relationships between people can sometimes be really simple.
Magic can solve everything.
Professor Witsel couldn't understand and looked completely bewildered. In fact, almost no one present could understand what Lockhart was about to say.
I couldn't understand it, but I was deeply moved.
This statement probably reflects the sentiments of everyone.
Miss Audrey, who had been following Lockhart, stood outside the crowd, looking up at the glittering figure in the crowd with admiration. She felt that wherever Lockhart went, that place would immediately become his stage.
Unfortunately, there are always some wretched troublemakers who come to cause trouble.
"What are you talking about!" Professor Witsel shouted, then gasped for breath, as if the question had exhausted all his strength.
"Don't you understand?"
Lockhart looked around and found that apart from the admiring gazes, there wasn't a single person lost in thought about the ingenious magical ideas.
Pity.
If Voldemort were here, or Dumbledore and Grindelwald were here, they would surely understand and discuss it from their own perspectives.
He thought for a moment, then raised the magic wand in his hand.
"Then let me show you how it works."
"This is a new magic spell I invented, called 'The School is My Home.'"
The name of the spell was so strange that everyone's expressions turned odd, so Lockhart had to add, glancing at the magical fountain nearby, his eyes lighting up, "You could also call it a Peace and Order Charm."
Magic surged forth from the tip of the wand, transforming into a pinkish-purple mist that swept across everything in its vicinity like a fog.
It resembles a vine covered in flowers, twining around several castles and small buildings throughout Beauxbatons.
It was like a gentle breeze, passing through squares, hills, forests, canyons, and mountains.
It's like the loud laughter of friends, the rustling of pages turning in a classroom, the whooshing sound of broomsticks flying across a Quidditch pitch—it permeates every corner of the school and every person from the perspective of the river of time.
Students, professors, staff, house-elves, fairies, elves —
Everyone seemed to be immersed in a very unique atmosphere.
An atmosphere called "home".
The atmosphere was vibrant, filled with the sounds of everyday life and laughter, as well as stern reprimands and admiring praises.
In a daze, everyone was instinctively startled by something and looked up at the sky.
There, a phantom of a Pegasus spread its wings, obscuring the sky and covering the entire school.
The snowflakes began to fall again.
It is so beautiful.
It was so wonderful that everyone was willing to temporarily set aside their disputes and enjoy all the beauty around them.
Yes, the problems remain, and the contradictions persist.
But in this touching atmosphere called "home," a sense of warmth naturally rises in everyone's hearts, and a strong drive and energy surge within them, yearning to try to solve, embrace, and balance these issues.
This is the wonder of bloodline magic.
It provides a possible solution to all problems.
Just like the old saying from Lockhart's hometown in his previous life—there's no such thing as a father and son holding a grudge overnight.
Once the order of "family" is established, the vibrant energy will encourage everyone to interact as "family members," ultimately leading to a balance of peaceful coexistence.
Thus, the effect was remarkable; the blood magic created a change in the environment in which the soul resided.
If you can't change the environment, then change yourself to adapt to it; this is the subconscious mindset of everyone today.
At least for now, none of the people affected by Lockhart's spell have been able to escape its influence.
Right now, in this "Peace and Order" magic fountain plaza, the magic is demonstrating its power.
Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.
An oval-shaped light screen, rippling with water-like waves, appeared within it, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald were watching everything that was happening in the square within the light screen.
"Gidero is a genius!" Grindelwald exclaimed. "I don't even know what kind of magic master he will become in the future."
Dumbledore tilted his head back and laughed smugly. "You, the prophet, don't know, but I do."
"Oh?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow.
Dumbledore raised a finger and pointed, controlling the vision within the light to lift the Pegasus up to the sky. "Lockhart is embarking on a magical path that is truly his own, and now this magic is beginning to take shape."
From Dark Magic Creature Defense to Dark Magic Creature Breeding —
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From forest magic to weather spells —
From Guardian Charms to Bloodline Magic —
Everything, involving many fields, finally converged at a subtle point, unleashing his unique magical power.
It was at this moment that Grindelwald, for the first time, acknowledged Lockhart's title as a master of magic in front of Dumbledore.
Because this magic comes from the heart, from the depths of the soul, from all the circumstances of life, from one's own will, and is so perfectly suited to Lockhart, or rather, this magic itself is Lockhart.
"Give up," Dumbledore said, looking at Grindelwald with a mocking expression. "Lockhart is reaping what he deserves."
Grindelwald shrugged and said nothing.
Yes, Dumbledore tacitly approved of some of his actions, such as seeking a wider space within the American wizarding community.
But now that Lockhart has taken this position, it would be inappropriate for him, as a senior figure, to try and take it over.
After all, their focus remains on the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, and the overall trend is to weaken the Ministry of Magic's existence.
That's where the future lies.
The American wizarding community is clearly not included in this category; it is ultimately marginal.
"Welcome to the wondrous and mysterious world of magic!" Grindelwald raised his glass and toasted Lockhart's figure in the water curtain.