allendalepharm Chapter 260 Bullet Rain Wizard and RPG
Chapter 260 Bullet Rain Wizard and RPG
Chapter 260 Bullet Rain Wizard and RPG
snake.
Countless snakes.
When Cedric and his two companions passed through the fireplace and arrived at the Dark Lord's lair, they were all stunned.
Not to mention the horrifying sight of swarms of snakes writhing and tangled together. Looking around, it seemed like snakes of all sizes were crawling in every corner.
The three young wizards instantly tensed up and froze, maintaining the same posture they had taken when they entered, quickly observing their surroundings.
This is what Professor Lockhart taught: the first step in taking an adventure is always observation, and you should avoid triggering a reaction from the environment by taking too many extra actions.
"Snakes are afraid of fire, light, heat, and smoke!" Cedric muttered to himself, his mind racing as he considered every possible way to deal with the situation.
"We can use Soul Campfire." This spell isn't only being taught by Crabbe; the young wizards in the Duel Club all have the opportunity to be taught it. Unfortunately, the spell is so difficult that only a handful of them manage to cast it successfully.
Luna is one of them.
Cedric looked at his two companions beside him, "Use this magic when necessary!"
Crabbe nodded sheepishly. He habitually cast "Soul Fire" instantly, but this time he didn't react. Instead, he swallowed hard, his face filled with fear, and muttered, "I think I really felt the magical power the professor was talking about—"
Cedric was stunned. "What?"
"Mysterious!" Crabbe replied, his breathing becoming rapid. "I think I saw a huge abyss, and these snakes are tentacles reaching out from the abyss from terrifying things..."
Cedric's expression hardened. Many people might dismiss Crabbe's words as the ravings of a fool, but as someone from an ancient pure-blood family, he had been taught by his father, a defense expert against dark magic creatures, about those "pure-blood fools" who emerged from excessive inbreeding, believing that they were, in some ways, more like dark magic creatures than dark magic creatures themselves.
"Trust their intuitive judgment of magic!" That's what his father, Amos Diggory, said.
Unfortunately, Cedric didn't sense anything 'mysterious' at all, so he looked at Luna and asked, "What do you think?"
Unlike Crabbe, who was tense with fear, Luna seemed to be so excited that she wanted to hum and dance.
"So many ghost moths, so many!" Luna replied excitedly. "These magical moths are symbols of death, representing the lingering attachment of the deceased to the world. They will return to the human world carrying this attachment."
This is what her father told her after her mother died. One day, she saw a moth fly into the house, and he said it was her mother coming to see her.
Thus, these magical creatures, which are usually invisible to ordinary wizards, always carry a warm aura and are imbued with human information about existence.
well.
Cedric received two completely opposite answers.
After discussing for a while, they took out their flying brooms again, floated into the air, and tried their best not to disturb the snakes, flying in the direction where the wandering moths were gathering.
Luna led the way.
In Luna's eyes, these wandering moths seemed to converge into long bridges, and by walking along these bridges, one could find the source of the spiritual power that gave rise to so many attachments to the world.
Then they saw a place that looked like a cemetery.
Numerous stone sculptures with connotations of death are placed on a hillside. As you ascend the mountain, you can see a bizarre, massive, gray-white building constructed of stone, covered with stone sculptures of various magical creatures.
Some of these stone sculptures are particularly large.
The three of them flew past on flying broomsticks, skimming over one of the stone sculptures like birds flying past a giant.
"Watch out!" Cedric became increasingly vigilant. "I sense traces of transfiguration on the stone sculpture!"
"These stone carvings—"
He frowned deeply. "It might be some kind of gargoyle. Don't disturb them!"
Luna looked up at the stone sculptures, her soulful eyes fixed on the wandering moths fluttering around them, murmuring, "They seem like people, people who can't find peace!"
The three flew deeper into the mountains again, and slowly, they began to see signs of human activity.
These people were all dressed in black wizard robes, and under their large hoods wore heavy metal masks, making them look exceptionally eerie.
They had no idea what was going on here.
Grindelwald, however, knew perfectly well. His gaze was icy as he reached out and stroked the statues, saying in a cold voice, "He's preparing for his resurrection!"
These stone statues were created by special humans using shapeshifting techniques.
"Between life and death, on the edge of mystery, wandering in shared suffering—"
He recited some ancient ritual text in ancient runes, looking at the stone carvings with awe. "I never imagined that the unorthodox resurrection ritual of 'wishing for the dead to rise from the dead' could be presented in such a way."
As he spoke, he glanced at Dumbledore, who was standing silently to the side with his lips pursed, and spit out a curse, "We have to admit, he is absolutely the most talented and outstanding wizard of our time, without a doubt!"
Dumbledore's gaze sharpened. "The smarter you are, the greater the harm you can do to the world if you don't do good!"
Lockhart, standing nearby, was filled with curiosity, sensing the unique "sense of stillness" emanating from the stone statues. "Mr. Grindelwald," he asked, "what did you mean by 'this way'?"
He was always filled with curiosity about these amazing things.
In fact, although some people now consider him a magical master on par with Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort, only he himself knows very well that he is merely a beginner on the path of magic, and knows very little about many magical things.
Always be curious, always be humble.
"A Squib!" Grindelwald glanced at him and gave his answer. "Using a Squib, such a unique entity, as a component of the magical element 'Mystic Edge' is truly a brilliant idea."
As he spoke, he glanced at the stone statues nestled among the distant mountain ranges, and said with malicious mockery, "The Magical Congress of America is absolutely terrible."
So many duds were secretly brought here, and they knew absolutely nothing about it!
Dumbledore shook his head. "This is the reality of society. Everyone is ignoring the existence of the Squibs. Mrs. Figg once told me that they are like ghosts in this world."
P.S.: Mrs. Figg, a Squib, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, was arranged by Dumbledore to live next to her Uncle Vernon's house on Privet Drive as a neighbor to help look after Harry Potter.
Ta-da!
Lockhart took out his wand and tapped one of the statues. Silver threads emerged from the point where the wand tip touched the statue.
The threads wriggled and intertwined, outlining a basin the size of a meditation bowl. With the final touch of the wand, the silver thread in the very center of the basin spread out, transforming into a shimmering silver liquid.
Then, he used the telepathic communication technique taught by Old Deng, inserting his wand into the liquid and squinting to sense it for a while.
He sighed, "They were lured by the Purifiers, hoping to gain the chance to 'awaken magic' by making some contributions. Strictly speaking, they were also members of the Purifiers, and then the organization sold them all to Tom."
He carefully processed the information. "The Purifiers have enough methods to keep them hidden from wizards and Muggles, unknown to anyone. They call themselves 'Fringe Walkers.'"
As he was speaking, he turned his head and saw that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were both looking at him with strange expressions.
"Um, what's wrong?"
He was a little confused.
"Gilderoy Lockhart," Grindelwald exclaimed, "you have reached such a profound and breathtaking level in the field of memory."
Lockhart's seemingly casual maneuver was something these two centenarians, with their wealth of experience, had never witnessed in their entire lives.
Leaving aside the effortless, almost chocolate-wrapping-like movement, the magical domain involved in this spell was something they couldn't replicate successfully.
Yes, they can't do it.
What kind of method is this?! It actually opened a hole in a person's mind and even soul?
They even made it into a meditation basin?
And then you can directly view the information you want to know from the other person's memories?
Is there anything more outrageous?
Really!
Those stone statues before us are not ordinary humans, but humans transformed into stone statues by some kind of terrifying magic.
Lockhart's spellcasting even bypassed Voldemort's resurrection ritual, completely ignoring the nature of all the magic Voldemort cast on these humans!
Grindelwald and Dumbledore couldn't resist either of them drawing their wands and entering the Pensieve, where they indeed experienced what Lockhart had just described.
and then?
Then the two old men exchanged a strange look, clearly knowing that they had no way to make the "meditation basin" in front of them work.
Lockhart created this opening in the mind or soul, and then closed it again.
If we consider what we are seeing as a curse,
No, if Lockhart were to create such an opening in someone, it would be far more terrifying than a curse.
What's truly disheartening is that if Lockhart hadn't closed the opening again, they even suspected that this person might have lived with this opening in their soul for the rest of their life.
How terrifying!
Dumbledore couldn't help but recall a bizarre potion called "Mischievous Brains," and vaguely felt that Lockhart's methods were somewhat similar to that magic.
Fortunately, Lockhart was unaware that the real big shots in his eyes couldn't do this. Seeing that they had all confirmed the information, he casually reached out his wand and tapped the statue, causing those memories to turn back into silver threads and shrink back into the statue.
He was so curious, feeling that he had only slightly verified Old Grindelwald's deduction, that he once again sought advice from the great Grindelwald, "Can your 'Wish for the Dead' spell determine Tom's current condition? Has he succeeded?"
Grindelwald nodded solemnly. "Yes, it's done. He's back to life!"
"Oh wow~"
Lockhart became excited, rubbing his hands together. "That's great! I couldn't do anything about his ghostly state. Now that he has a real body, I can finally be of some use."
"I have a hunch about his physical condition; perhaps he'd be willing to let his head become a snake's head?"
"Wow, I'm actually kind of looking forward to it!"
Grindelwald and Dumbledore, standing nearby, were starting to lose their composure.
If they weren't facing Voldemort, such a formidable villain, they really would have said they didn't need to resort to such extreme measures.
Cedric and his two companions have been discovered!
Even though they were wearing invisibility cloaks and had even cast illusion spells on themselves, their hands and feet, exposed as the cloaks fluttered in mid-air, were still very conspicuous under the Muggle thermal imaging monitoring equipment.
Alarms blared from every corner of this dark scourge's lair.
The three fled in panic, trying to hide in a corner where they could escape the surveillance again.
Unfortunately, several wizards dressed in black robes with green patterns emerged from stone houses in different corners, each with a red-eyed raven, slightly larger than an average owl, perched on their shoulders.
The crows were cawing loudly.
With each cry, a bolt of lightning would flash from the air in front of it, striking the three of them.
Lightning has very low attack power; even if Luna were accidentally struck by lightning, she would only feel a slight numbness.
It didn't even affect her ability to control the flying broom.
But it was precisely these lightning bolts that clearly pointed out the location of the approaching enemy to all the demon's minions.
then.
Da da da da·—·
A group of Muggles, brandishing guns, fired without hesitation in their direction, bullets raining down.
Fortunately, the young wizards had all received Professor Lockhart's course on Muggle weapons and did not believe the content of Hogwarts' foolish Muggle Studies course. They understood how terrible this thing was and did not foolishly cast the Ironclad Charm to fight it.
How can Muggle defend against gun bullets?
Lockhart did not provide a standard answer.
There is no standard answer to magic, because magic always varies from person to person.
He explained the "characteristics" clearly and asked the young wizards to come up with "solutions" based on their own situations, which was how he had always taught them.
Now is the time to see if students have done their homework properly.
Crabbe clearly didn't have that problem; that simpleton was completely helpless. It's fair to say that without Lockhart's hands-on guidance, he truly wouldn't have mastered much magic.
Fortunately, we have Cedric and Luna.
Luna's response was to use a Polymorph summoning spell.
"Flocks of birds!"
The Spell of Ten Thousand Bullets is a simplified version of the Spell of Flocked Birds. It has much less control over the spell and cannot have the automatic target acquisition ability that Professor Flitwick had when designing the Guardian of the Philosopher's Stone level. However, it is easier to cast.
It's simple and easy to learn, allowing you to control and modify magic to suit your own will even with less power.
Luna cast the Bird Swarm Spell, summoning a vast swarm of birds that blotted out the sky, forming a dense barrier in front of them. Any bullets aimed at them would inevitably hit the birds first.
Cedric's approach was more control-oriented.
As he waved his wand, one after another, balls of electric light the size of soccer balls appeared and flew off to different corners.
These electro-optical spheres are automatically attracted to nearby metals, emitting currents that attack the metals and generating extremely strong magnetic forces to attract surrounding metals.
As these electric orbs rotated in an alternating pattern, all the bullets were affected and deviated from their trajectories.
But these are only supplementary methods.
For young wizards who aren't particularly strong, the best way to deal with Muggle firearms is always to keep their distance.
Fortunately, they were all riding on flying broomsticks at the moment.
Moreover, it is the best-performing crossbow bolt of the modern era.
The fire bolt can accelerate to 150 miles per hour (241 km/h) within ten seconds, enough to fly into the sky at an extremely high speed, within the attack range of the ion bullet.
But at that moment, more wizards rushed over, casting slowing spells towards the sky, and some even directly unleashing killing curses.
Beams of green light, carrying a terrifying aura of death, shattered the darkness.
huh~
咻咻 咻 ~
The sky began to fill with the flying formations of the Dark Lords, with dark wizards in wizard robes riding flying brooms, and Muggles carrying guns and RPGs riding on their backs.
swoosh~
The grenade, trailing large amounts of smoke and dust, flew at extremely high speed toward the young wizards' direction.
Fourth, the stone statues began to move their bodies, as if they were waking up from a deep sleep. Some of the stone statues even flapped their wings and flew into the sky.
The stone statue was so huge, two hundred meters high, that it looked like a divine claw.
"Claw Soul Bonfire!"
Crabbe frantically cast spells at the crowd on the ground, shouting anxiously, "Sleep!"
Boom~
A roar erupted, and two-colored magical flames swept towards the four directions.
Boom~
Under the wizard's spell, the grenade exploded near the young wizards, scattering a large number of broken cups.
The entire lair of the Dark Lord seemed to have been completely awakened.