allendalepharm Chapter 281 Old Deng's King's Platform
Chapter 281 Old Deng's King's Platform
Chapter 281 Old Deng's King's Cross Station
Grindelwald once asked Dumbledore if he really knew Gilderoy Lockhart.
The reason for asking this question is that even Old Ge himself couldn't grasp it.
Few people in this world can transcend his cognitive framework. Perhaps there were in the past, such as Newt, a spiritual type, who could never figure out what the other person was thinking.
But not now. After decades of sitting in Nurmengard prison, he began to reflect on his life and believed that he could easily defeat someone like Newt again.
Then he met Lockhart.
This was a completely new breed, somewhat 'detached', and he really felt unfamiliar with it.
Then he asked Dumbledore for his opinion.
Unfortunately, he didn't get an answer.
Because Dumbledore simply didn't care, yes, he didn't care.
He said, "I used to think that I was the world, but later I realized that the world is me, and it should have its own development and changes."
This is not the collapse of self-will; on the contrary, it is the transcendence of self-will.
While storms may destroy everything in the forest, the rain and decaying wood will nourish the earth, and a vibrant forest will reappear, repeating this cycle each time, each more spectacular than the last.
So whether it's a sunny day or a stormy night, it's all part of the world's cycle of change and the accumulation of power.
Of course, there's a premise to this view.
That is, Lockhart is not a murderous maniac like Voldemort. He is always full of goodwill towards many people and things. So, isn't that enough?
Therefore, Dumbledore always treated Lockhart with the same kindness he showed when looking at a sapling sprouting from decaying earth, and was happy to offer him more guidance.
Lockhart is an interesting person.
He always manages to offer a completely new perspective based on his own viewpoint.
For example, right now.
They returned to reality from the 'mirror world,' and Lockhart looked up, astonished, and said, 'You really imprisoned Voldemort here?'
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure this time?"
Lohart nodded. "His world is right here, isn't it?"
This was an extension that Dumbledore could not have foreseen; his magical philosophy was certainly powerful, but it did not include the ability to see into other people's worlds.
If he had, he would have broken the curse Tom had placed on his position as professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts long ago.
Now it was Dumbledore's turn to be curious. "Sociality?"
He immediately thought of the concept Lockhart had mentioned, and now this extension seemed to be an interpretation of the magical theory of "I am the world" from this perspective.
Lockhart did not answer, but simply shook his wand gently, looking thoughtful.
It's been a long, long time.
Dumbledore was very patient, watching the scene unfold with a smile. Suddenly sensing something, he turned around and saw Gellert walking over carrying a package. He quickly raised his finger to shush him.
Old Ge glanced at Lockhart, keenly sensing the surging of some kind of magical power from the dimension of time, and immediately became curious as well.
"Haha, I see!"
Lockhart suddenly shouted excitedly and swung his wand around in a sharp circle.
A wisp of silvery-white smoke emerged, turning into a misty aura that crashed to the ground and rapidly spread outwards.
Grindelwald paused, hesitated for a moment without drawing his wand, and let the smoke sweep around him. Suddenly, he felt the whole world spinning rapidly as he entered the mirror space created by Lockhart.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but complain to Dumbledore, "Giddro's spell is terrible. I remember when you were young you could let people enter this world without them noticing."
They absolutely despise it.
This spell wasn't particularly powerful for him; his strong will and magical power were enough to easily turn the world back on track in an instant. He believed that the most useful function of this little magical trick was simply to prevent the enemy from realizing that they had entered a false world.
Gilderoy's movements were too large and his technique too rough, rendering the spell completely useless.
Well, for these magic masters...
But he soon changed his mind.
As the silver smoke billowed and spread out into more space, reaching the location of the stone house, a figure suddenly appeared in this mirrored world.
Voldemort!
"Dumbledore!" Voldemort looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, then at his own hands with some confusion, before finally fixing his gaze on Lockhart, who was casting a spell. His expression was unreadable. "Gilderoy Lockhart!"
"Did you use the castle magic I taught you?" Grindelwald asked, somewhat puzzled. He listened carefully, then added, "It seems you also used some magical techniques related to time or magical bloodlines?"
Lockhart stopped casting the spell and replied with satisfaction, "Yes, especially blood magic, the social aspects, the inner world, the magical bloodline, so wondrous."
Voldemort, being such a clever man, looked at the scene before him and seemed to be able to guess what had happened before. He burst into laughter, a very eerie laugh.
His laughter was so sarcastic, as he looked at Dumbledore. "You're still the same as always, producing students who are beyond your control?"
Hehehe~~~
He walked barefoot through this mirrored world, mocking and maliciously saying, "Dumbledore, when Gilderoy stands against you one day, remember, you'll never be able to keep him locked up again. No matter what method you use, he has the ability to walk out of any prison!"
Dumbledore looked at him indifferently. "That's none of your business, Tom."
Old Deng wasn't worried about this at all.
Because he felt a sense of inclusion from Gilderoy's magic, a very unique kind of inclusion, oh, it should be described as 'social'.
He finally understood Lockhart's so-called "sociality" and no longer had to worry that Lockhart would truly become a demon, because the world would have countless threads pulling this young man along, and similarly, this young man would also extend countless threads pulling the world along.
A very clever technique.
As Dumbledore watched Lockhart cast his spell, he suddenly had some interesting insights.
He had some guesses about this magic before, but unfortunately he couldn't figure it out no matter what he did. He thought he might only understand it after he died, but now the truth became clear in his mind.
He felt as if he had arrived at a train station, a station bustling with people coming and going. It was his station, and also a station for every passerby.
He could meet anyone here, and he was filled with unknown anticipation, looking forward to the surprises that awaited him when the train arrived at the station.
The joy of teaching magic lies in this: by guiding others onto their own magical path, you also benefit from it.
"I have an idea..."
Lockhart suddenly spoke, looking at the three people in front of him with a strange expression, "Do you know that when a spellcasting state enters a powerful confrontation, when the will of the self reaches its peak, and when the inner world of the self is completely opened, certain 'social' aspects will emerge from it?"
Dumbledore understood; that was exactly what he had just thought of. Perhaps he could call the spell he had conceived "King's Cross Platform"?
Grindelwald understood; in his youth, he was madly infatuated with the three Deathly Hallows. "No need for such trouble; the Resurrection Stone, one of the three Deathly Hallows, will have the same effect."
Voldemort didn't quite understand, after all, he hadn't yet exchanged spells with Harry Potter and been interfered with by Lily and James, who jumped out from the magical light.
"How exactly do we do it..." Lockhart murmured, his eyes glazed over, as if he were immersed in a captivating magical world. "Perhaps we can try using the blood magic I'm familiar with first."
Blood magic?
For some reason, the three bigwigs present all had a very uneasy premonition.
I felt both uncomfortable and expectant; it was a strange feeling.
This is clearly information transmitted from the ebb and flow of life between the self and the world in the realm of the mind, like divination or prophecy, a sudden reminder from the world.
Of course, to use Lockhart's words, this state is called—a sudden whim.
But no matter how it was described, everyone suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Wait!" Dumbledore couldn't help but call out.
"Stop!" Grindelwald frowned, somewhat wary.
"Damn it, what nonsense are you up to now..." Voldemort absolutely hated Lockhart's magic; it was all just a bunch of random gibberish.
What suddenly became his best friend from his youth? What plundered the higher ecological niche of the Parseltongue's magical bloodline in the river of time? What pulled him back from the brink of death and made time roll back to before he died?
The mere thought of these disgusting spells sent chills down his spine.
But what a pity...
It's too late.
Lockhart's spellcasting was incredibly fast; unique red lines rapidly emerged from the tip of his wand, spreading like veins in the world, across this illusory world shrouded in silver light and smoke.
Grindelwald recognized this unique red light; he had seen it when he was a child. His family had a book called the "Book of Bloodlines," which clearly outlined the bloodline of each member.
These kinds of magical creations are common in ancient pure-blood families. Those unique red lines are so wondrous, as if they touch upon the information at the bottom of the world, breaking through the barriers of time and space to reveal everything.
The red lines spread rapidly.
A series of illusory figures emerged at the nodes of the lines, some talking, some doing various things, but they were not very clear and could not be seen clearly.
This seems to be a step further than Dumbledore's "Deluminator" and Voldemort's "Call of the Name," but it doesn't stray from the scope of their magical abilities; it's just expressed in a more direct way.
Soon, all the phantoms disappeared, and the red lines quickly extended to the feet of the three people. Then, red lines and phantoms emerged from the nodes of the red lines.
"Done!"
Lockhart shouted excitedly, flicking his wand rapidly as he chanted the spell, "Apparition!"
This is another Apparition spell, a manifestation spell used to teleport to a destination. Wizards familiar with Apparition rarely use this spell anymore, or rather, they instinctively cast this effect silently.
Lockhart's Apparition is not a simple spell; he learned it from Bella and grasped its effects on the flow of time very early on.
Yes, the effect is even better now.
As he finished casting the spell, two figures began to materialize in this illusory world of silver light and smoke.
Dumbledore stared in disbelief at one of the figures, trembling as he tried to speak, but no words came out, and tears welled up in his aged eyes.
Grindelwald, however, was overjoyed and shouted, "Ariana!"
On the other side, Voldemort tensed up, staring blankly at the witch who had appeared before him, looking so flustered that he stammered, "I...I..."
"I am Tom, Tom Riddle!"
He had always refused to acknowledge his name, the lowly surname of his Muggle father, and the unremarkable, unpretentious name Tom. He hated being called Tom.
But at this moment, he was so careful, afraid that a single mispronunciation would cause the witch in front of him to misunderstand.
Because, you see, that's...
"Mother?"
(End of this chapter)