The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 290 Magic: Mutual Dependence

Chapter 290 Magic: Mutual Dependence

After a while, with a click, the first-floor window opened.

A while later, Hakimi crawled out with a shotgun in his mouth.

"Good boy!" The Muggle eagerly took the gun, rubbed it, gently opened the window, and crawled inside.

He didn't notice that Hakimi was trembling with fear behind him, nor did he see that a dark figure had silently appeared there at some point.

Lockhart looked down at Hakimi. "You yearn to redeem your master's heart? You want to stop him? Yet you don't want to go against his will?"

Hakimi meowed.

Lockhart chuckled. "It seems you've truly acquired a human sense of right and wrong."

The Madago cats in their previous forms did not possess such abilities, but as Hakimi's contact with humans deepened, he gradually acquired human values ​​and transformed from a beast into a wizard.

The process by which these dark magic creatures began to possess "biological" qualities bypassed biology altogether and went directly towards "humanity".

This state is also seen in some magical creatures, such as Mrs. Lorris, the cat of Filch, the janitor at Hogwarts.

Its behavior led some young wizards to suspect that it was a witch under a curse.

"What would you do?" Lockhart asked curiously.

Hakimi was itching to make a move.

"Go ahead, when you decide to follow your own will, your humane will, you begin to become a humanoid being."

Lockhart waved.

Hakimi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly crawled into the house.

Lockhart turned to look at Ms. Mary. "What are your thoughts?"

Ms. Mary shook her head. "Is equipping Muggles with magical creatures really a good thing? Perhaps it will only bring evil!"

Lockhart snorted. "No, these are two different things. It's about Muggles being equipped with magical creatures, and it's about whether humans will use magical creatures for good or bad. These are two separate issues."

To confuse things and then drag in human nature and other factors will only make everything a mess.

He walked toward the house.

A huge crack quickly appeared in the wall, and the two sides seemed to expand and bulge rapidly, like drawing back curtains to provide a path for Lockhart.

Such distortion and deformation did not affect anything around it. As Lockhart and Ms. Mary entered, it closed again, and no cracks or changes could be seen on it.

Soon, Lockhart and Mrs. Mary arrived on the second floor, where the Muggle woman was screaming in terror from her bed.

The Muggle held up the gun, a gleeful smile on his face, as if he were enjoying the Muggle woman's desperate state.

Hakimi pounced on him, grabbing and tugging at his trouser leg.

"Damn it, what are you doing?" The Muggle looked down at Hakimi and cursed angrily.

Hakimi remained silent, only meowing pleadingly.

Its cry was full of magic, as if you could feel its plea—"Please, Master, don't do such a thing, even if it's just for your own soul."

Unfortunately, it encountered a person who was rotten to the core.

If someone were truly good, they wouldn't have been left in a fairy tale book by Lockhart to be used for experiments.

It was kicked away.

It was held far away.

The Muggle ignored it, excitedly tugging at his collar as he looked at the woman on the bed. "Trust me, this is going to be a wonderful night."

Hakimi pounced again with incredible speed and bit his trouser leg.

The Muggle got angry, turned his gun on Hakimi, and ordered, "Get out of here, or I won't be polite."

Hakimi hesitated, but did not speak.

Boom!

The bullets roared, tearing Hakimi's body into a tattered rag in an instant.

Life, thus, vanished.

The Muggle looked down, his gaze distant. The scene before him was so familiar, just like when he was young and his mother was begging him not to gamble anymore. In the ensuing argument, the knife in his hand accidentally took his mother's life.

A terrible pain spread rapidly through his body, causing panic, despair, and collapse, before being resolutely dispelled.

There was no turning back now. He kicked Hakimi away, turned to the Muggle woman, and sneered, "There's still one bullet in the barrel. You don't want to be the next one to die, do you?"

The woman curled up in despair in the corner of the bed, her back against the wall, panting. Finally, she broke down and screamed, "Kill me! Kill me!"

"No, you can die later!" the Muggle laughed.

Suddenly, two shadows appeared on the wall in front of him, projected from behind.

A huge shadow.

He turned around and was shocked to see two enlarged versions of Hakimi, Siberian tigers even bigger than lions, staring angrily at him.

The pain, panic, despair, and collapse that had been dispelled returned to his heart.

His vision blurred, as if he had lost sight of the two Hakimi. Looking back, the desperate woman by the bedside had turned into his mother.

He held a gun in his hand, pointing it at his mother.

The mother cried out, "Kill me! Kill me!"

The Muggle felt as if he had been transported to the scene he had been screaming about in his nightmares day and night, and his hand holding the gun trembled.

Ms. Mary watched this scene with curiosity. "Why do I feel like this Muggle has a magical aura about him?"

Lohat nodded. "Yes, I felt it too."

The aura of dark magic.

His soul is being devoured by dark magic.

Lockhart observed everything before him with great interest. "So it is this vibrant interaction that allows magical creatures and humans to develop a bond of mutual dependence? Through this bond, Muggles influence Hakimi's mind, leading him toward humanity, and Hakimi also influences wizards, awakening their souls and bestowing upon them magical power."

"It's a pity that this Muggle's soul has fallen."

"So what should have been a scene of awakening magical power turned into a scene of being corrupted by dark magic power."

"The operating mode of this force—"

Lockhart observed carefully, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Guardian deity? A guardian deity spell for the mind? Ha, how interesting!"

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Then he asked, "How long did they stay together? I mean, the stage where they depended on each other for survival?"

Ms. Mary quickly looked down and flipped through her lab notes, replying, "For five years and seven months, they only had each other."

Lockhart snorted. "Nearly six years of relationship, just for his own pleasure, he shot the other person? This guy is beyond saving." Ms. Mary was full of disgust. "He was already beyond saving when he killed his mother!"

Just then, a gunshot rang out.

Boom!

The second bullet in the slingshot barrel was fired.

A terrifying explosion followed as a barrage of steel balls shot towards "Mom" on the bed.

The Muggle laughed maniacally, "Die, die, all of you die!"

As he spoke, he cried and laughed maniacally, running around the room like a madman, showing no surprise at the woman on the bed being shot into a cloud of smoke. Finally, he found an open box of shotgun shells in the drawer.

He quickly pulled open the barrel and loaded the gun.

Then he raised the barrel of his gun, aimed it at Hakimi who was whimpering and crying behind him, and fired again like a madman. He loaded, fired, loaded, fired, and finally left one bullet and pulled the trigger toward his own head.

"What is this?" Mrs. Mary brandished her wand, not wanting the scum's blood to splatter her dress. "Atonement? Or self-destruction?"

Lockhart shrugged. "We will always be full of unknowns about human nature. It is the greatest mystery in the world."

But no matter what, the Muggle in front of us is really dead.

Unless Lockhart is willing to risk resurrecting him, which is impossible.

Ms. Mary quickly jotted down her experimental notes. Finally, looking at Hakimi, who was covered in wounds and seemed to be dying, and seeing that it no longer split itself to revive, but only struggled to crawl toward its owner, she couldn't help but sigh again.

"Your Excellency Lockhart, I must remind you that the promotion of Hakimi must be approached with caution!"

Lockhart smiled and asked, "There must be some restrictions?"

Ms. Mary nodded, then shook her head. "I don't know either. Perhaps we should follow the Ministry of Magic's laws, but I also know that the Ministry of Magic's laws are terrible, and should we really restrict other people's freedom?"

Lockhart agreed, "Then let's not consider that aspect."

"Huh?" Ms. Mary was a little confused.

"In fact, many things in this world have an answer, and that answer already exists within your own heart. It will tell you whether something is right or wrong."

"It is different from worldly laws; it can only discipline ourselves and cannot be used to discipline others."

"So, from a magical perspective, the way to extend and protect one's own will is to use the power of magic to restrain it."

It wasn't easy to explain the underlying principles to Ms. Mary.

This involves concepts such as the relationship between humanity and nature, self-cultivation and moral development, conscience, and the inherent goodness of society, each of which could be discussed at length.

Lockhart could only tell Mary the idea directly, gesturing with his hands to form a whole, "Blood magic, whether it's parents and children, spouses, master and servant, or anything else, the two constitute a whole."

"Then add the Guardian Charm, so that the source of the magic originates from the self-protection of the mind. Although this will not limit the generation of dark magic power, it will certainly not be extreme dark magic power."

Ms. Mary still couldn't understand.

Okay, if she doesn't understand the principle or the thought process, then I can only tell her the answer directly.

"I invented a contract spell, a contract spell based on the Patronus Charm and the Bloodline Magic, to build a bridge between Muggles and Hakimi."

"The interesting thing about this is that a dark wizard, or to put it more bluntly, a fallen soul, cannot form such a contract."

"Because the power of the Guardian Charm is at work."

"The spell for this magic—"

Lockhart turned to look at Madam Mary, who was rapidly jotting down his words, and smiled as he answered, "Mrs. Mary, who is so excited to witness the invention of a new spell, exclaimed, 'Lord Lockhart, you will absolutely become the greatest wizard of this century! I am absolutely certain!'"

Lockhart burst into laughter, hands on his hips, looking quite pleased with himself.

He should be proud.

I'm awesome!

But as impressive as I am, there are still some things I need to get busy with right away.

He drew his wand and cast a spell, quickly healing Hakimi's wounds and pulling him back from the brink of death amidst his spiritual darkness.

Lockhart looked down at Hakimi, gesturing to the wand in his hand, "If you'd like, I can help you forget this past. Trust me, I'll find you a good master."

Hakimi shook his head and meowed pleadingly.

Its feelings toward its now-deceased owner are complex, yet it is also grateful for this encounter.

It prayed to preserve this memory, vowing to be a good cat in the future, to serve its new owner well, and to help its owner avoid going astray.

Because if Hakimi's master were to fall into depravity, it would truly bring death when the magic erupted.

"Okay, I respect your choice."

Lockhart looked at Ms. Mary and said, "I don't think we're suited to continue this kind of experiment in fairy tale books. There's no good person here, and continuing the experiment will only hurt Hakimi's heart."

Ms. Mary wholeheartedly agreed.

She absolutely did not want what had just happened to happen again.

Moreover, only those whose souls are not corrupted, or even pure, are truly worthy of having Hakimi.

This is perhaps the wonder of Lord Lockhart's invention of this contract magic, with the Guardian Charm as its foundation.

very nice.