allendalepharm Chapter 280 The Magical Mirror World?
Chapter 280 The Magical Mirror World?
Chapter 280 Magic: The Mirror World?
Lockhart was a man of action; he was too lazy to make any promises and started researching on the spot, or perhaps it was just out of interest, but he was already quite impatient.
He kept striking the deluminator, sensing the subtle relationship between himself and this magical creation, and through this magical creation, with the world.
This is what Professor Kettleburn taught him back then.
How to feel the relationship between yourself and the world, and experience the wonder of that magic wand.
Lockhart suddenly stopped fighting.
He vaguely found that very unique feeling.
"No, you deliberately omitted something!" he muttered, looking at Old Deng, "Beyond the three: self-will, the world, and the central zone!"
"Is that so?" Dumbledore asked with a smile. "Tell me, what did I forget to say?"
"A glimmer of hope!" Lockhart's eyes lit up, and he gave the same answer.
Dumbledore pondered the word carefully, then nodded. "When I was young, I called it 'rhythm,' a subtle feedback relationship between me and the world, a relationship where the world responds to me after I cast Transfiguration. Later, I felt the unique rhythm of this 'rhythm' more deeply and called it 'tides.' Still later, I called it 'the breath of life.'"
A breath that rolls back and forth between self-will, the world, and the area where the two intersect.
Its form is the wisp of steam that comes out when a light switch is lit.
"I, the self-will!" Dumbledore explained, holding up one finger and gesturing with his other hand around it. "Everything in the world changes because of me, and changes rapidly outside of me."
As he spoke, he gestured to the light switch, "So we can feel the connection between the world and ourselves, the calls of others to us, and even deeper and more intense love; we can feel its rhythm. This is the original state and function of the alchemical tool I created."
"Later, I came to a deeper understanding..."
He raised his hand, his fingers clenching and unclenching repeatedly, while his other hand continued to gesture around his head, saying, "I move with the world, I am the world, and yet I am not the world; I myself am a world."
"If you can grasp this point, you will enter a very wonderful world."
"As for the final 'breath of life,' I don't think I intend to tell you my thoughts. I think you should walk your own magical path from the perspective of 'vitality' that you perceive."
Three levels.
Even at the lowest level, it's already this amazing.
Lockhart carefully tried to understand the wonder of this: on the first level, the world revolves around me; on the second level, I revolve with the world.
No, that's not right!
The first layer is the world as a reflection of my heart; the second layer is the world resonating with my heart, presenting a rhythm in which my will participates, a rhythm like the tides.
Lockhart keenly grasped that feeling.
This feeling is hard to describe in words; if I had to describe it, it would be like being enveloped in the rhythm of the tides.
Wow~
Wow~
Wow~
He seemed to hear the sound of the ocean waves in his ears. It was the beach he loved to go to when he was a lonely child. Listening to the echo of the waves, he felt a different kind of liveliness in the tranquility.
It was as if a world was slowly being awakened in my heart.
Lively and vibrant.
Splash~~~
He gently flicked the light switch, and the rising mist seemed to surge like ocean waves, spreading in all directions, creating a wondrous world that swept over the surroundings.
That is……
He opened his eyes again, though he didn't know when he had closed them.
He was still sitting on the rock, and Old Deng was sitting on another rock beside him, still smiling as he ate the pile of cockroaches, but the world had changed drastically.
Or rather...
He stood up, looked at the swirling mist around him, and at the fact that there was nothing in the mist except two stones and two people. A thought struck him, and he drew his wand and slowly pointed it at his surroundings.
wow~
He heard the sound of the sea again, and this time it was so clear that he could tell that the so-called sound of the sea was actually the convergence of the voices of countless people who thought of him, the voices of countless changes that had occurred because of his influence, and the voices of countless beings that existed because of him...
These sounds spread and built up, and soon, a forbidden forest appeared before them. Looking into the distance, the Black Lake, Hogwarts Castle, and even the students were all visible.
Lockhart suddenly felt some very subtle vibrations.
He looked down and saw ripples spreading across the grass beneath his feet. In those ripples, he seemed to see a world reflected in the water.
This is……
Minecraft!
Lockhart knew that Dumbledore had a magic that could create a mirror world in reflection, but he never expected that it was actually a transfiguration spell.
How wonderful.
"How about it, isn't it fun?" Dumbledore laughed heartily, like a child sharing a Transformers toy, and said smugly, "Hey, you think this is fun too, right?"
"Yes!" Lockhart exclaimed, deeply captivated by the world before him.
"It can get even more fun!" Dumbledore clapped his hands, put the plate of candy back into his wizard robe pocket, and then pulled out the Elder Wand.
He held up the Elder Wand and gently shook it. After thinking for a moment, he stopped and asked, "Gidero, to you, do memories represent a person's existence?"
Lohatt nodded. "Vibrant memories bring about the movement of life, and thus the concept of time arises. Memories that have lost their vitality stagnate. Even if they are in the form of magical paintings, magical photographs, or even ghosts, they have lost time and cannot constitute a real existence of life."
Dumbledore looked at Lockhart with some amazement. "What remarkable insight! I am no match for you in this regard."
Lockhart shrugged. "I still have so many things to learn from you."
"Hahahaha..." Dumbledore laughed, his silver-white hair and long silver beard flying wildly, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air. He said, "Yes, you still have much to learn!"
As he spoke, he flicked his wand lightly!
wow~
wow~
wow~
The tides surged, yet they carried a presence unfamiliar to Lockhart—the pulse of life.
It's strange; it lacks vitality, yet it is capable of change. It stagnates, but it still drives time forward.
This is a state that Lockhart cannot currently comprehend.
He simply wrote down that feeling carefully.
Then, observe the changes.
Changes occurred quickly.
Or rather, more 'worlds' are appearing before our eyes.
It is the world of Coban Yaxley, the world of Ms. Mary, a world of memories from the past that Lockhart stole but did not fully digest.
Lockhart hasn't really fully digested many of life experiences, like The Forest Witch and Tom Riddle.
Having done all this, Dumbledore looked at the worlds that were appearing one by one with some emotion. "I don't want to judge your mistakes too harshly. I have done so before, but it didn't make things any better."
He turned around, shook his head, and said, "I just wanted you to personally experience the 'breath of life' that I just mentioned. You'll find that the memories they hold within your body are more than just a few extra memories."
"I understand that principle. In fact, when I explored the magical concept of 'vitality,' I had already begun to plan to deal with these memories," Lockhart said truthfully.
Old Deng breathed a sigh of relief. He could hear Lockhart's sincerity, so the rest was up to Lockhart to handle himself.
"But now I have a different idea."
"!!!" Dumbledore gasped again, staring at the young man in disbelief. "What?!"
Was all your effort wasted?
In the past, yes, when it came to that idiot Tom, he would have dealt with him violently long ago.
Now they are both teaching and admonishing, and they are trying their best to guide us with the noble sentiments of educators.
What does it mean to have different ideas?
So you originally planned to do it this way, but because I taught you, you changed your mind and stopped doing it?
Dumbledore could almost hear Gellert's mocking laughter again—"Ha ha ha ha, look, look, Albus, your student."
Do not!
Not at all!
Tom is not my student!
Don't humiliate me!
Dumbledore suppressed his inner turmoil. In this world forged by the power of the mind, sometimes it was just that difficult, with too many emotions beginning to flow out of his control.
Or perhaps, the expression of these emotions is simply part of one's own will.
"What different idea?" Dumbledore took a deep breath and asked patiently.
"Have you noticed..." Lockhart tilted his head, looking at the mental worlds that evolved from memories with a unique gaze, "Isn't this like that fairy tale book?"
Carlo's Bedtime Stories and Fairy Tales
The fairytale adventure scenario simulator used by the Carol family to train the new generation of the family, and the magical prop that Lockhart later used as a teaching tool.
Dumbledore was taken aback, and after some thought, he was somewhat amazed by Lockhart's unique idea.
"Yes, perhaps you could modify that fairy tale book yourself, just like I made the Deluminator, and make it an aid in your spellcasting."
Dumbledore endorsed this idea.
He said meaningfully, "If I have the chance, I will introduce you to the great alchemist Nicolas Flamel, from whom you can learn alchemy."
Old Deng himself doesn't have the energy to teach anymore; he has too many things to do.
Lockhart laughed. "Okay."
Pa~!
The lights went out again.
Lockhart and Dumbledore returned to the real world.
(End of this chapter)