allendalepharm Chapter 224 Awakening of Insects!
Chapter 224 Awakening of Insects!
Chapter 224 Awakening of Insects!
"How is it?"
The battle between the giant python and the werewolf was so fast that onlookers could only see one twisted afterimage after another. Occasionally, the werewolf would be bitten, or the giant python would pause in pain from being scratched, allowing people to see clearly for a moment, but otherwise, it was impossible to make any judgment.
Professor Kettleburn asked the other two somewhat nervously, hoping to get an answer.
Tonks shook her head in bewilderment. She had never seen such a primitive and wild battle before. Feeling the powerful magic surging and spreading across the battlefield, she didn't even know if she would die without knowing how if she rushed in.
It was only at this moment that she truly understood why Scrimgeour had specifically reminded her, when Lockhart called her for help, that Professor Lockhart was dangerous, and Professor Lupin was equally dangerous.
Lupin managed to find his place in such a terrifying battlefield, constantly casting spells to disrupt the werewolf's actions and gradually tilting the balance of power in their favor.
"Roar~~"
The werewolf howled in pain, forcefully raising its thick, powerful hind legs to kick away the giant python on its body, but the python tore off a large chunk of flesh, skin and all.
Its body spewed blood of a strange, dark green hue, which was mixed with the surrounding magical power and exploded into a blood mist that was invisible to the naked eye, constantly eroding and affecting everything around it.
Whether it's trees, rocks, crawling insects on the ground, or squirrels in tree holes, under the influence of this force, they are all rapidly becoming distorted and bizarre, as if they are all being affected by the wolf poison in their blood and turned into 'werewolfs'.
No wonder Grindelwald only let Professor Lupin go up to help.
"Don't understand?" Grindelwald asked with a light laugh.
Professor Kettleburn nodded earnestly, "Magical battles can sometimes be so unpredictable that it's impossible to tell who will win or lose."
Perhaps this is the true nature of magical duels, not simply a matter of you shooting a Killing Curse at me, me sliding to dodge it, and then using a Disarming Curse on you.
"Look up at the sky," Grindelwald suggested.
Professor Kettleburn and Tonks looked up at the sky, only to find that the moonlit night that Grindelwald had created had turned into dark clouds, with currents surging, converging, and colliding within them, as if something terrible was being conceived.
"Every wizard has a different perception of themselves and the outside world," Grindelwald remarked. "In Voldemort's eyes, the outside world consisted of individuals outside of himself, so his wolfsbane affected all of these concrete individuals."
"But in Lockhart's eyes, the outside world is more inclined to the individual's own world, so his current 'snake' state is influencing the world."
Grindelwald could sense something brewing on the earth, but it was hard to put into words. In contrast, the thunder in the sky was much simpler and more intuitive.
He could sense that the lightning brewing in the sky, though seemingly fierce and vigorous, lacked the aggressiveness of Lockhart's previous "Thunderstorm Mountain Fire." In terms of its magical nature, it gave him a feeling more like a "big drum."
Big drum?
This time, he was genuinely confused.
Finally, the change he had been waiting for arrived.
As the lightning in the dark clouds gathered to a certain extreme, a massive bolt of lightning roared down, its blinding flashes seemingly tearing the heavens and earth apart, piercing through everything.
Boom~~~
The roar seemed to strike the souls of all living beings, but it wasn't deafening; instead, it gave people a refreshing feeling.
It was as if someone gently patted him and said, "Hey, it's time to wake up."
Then he kicked away the soil covering him and crawled out of the ground full of energy.
This is……
The revival and rebirth of life?
Grindelwald seemed to see a great serpent crawling out of its molted skin, hissing and rejoicing at the heavens and earth, celebrating its rebirth.
Lockhart calls this feeling "Awakening of Insects"!
When the Awakening of Insects arrives, snakes emerge from their burrows, and all things revive.
Specifically, in the distant battle, the three of them were finally able to clearly see the situation of the fight.
The giant python bit into the werewolf's throat, its massive body coiling around the werewolf's form, twisting and turning it like wringing out a towel, producing a cracking sound as bones and flesh snapped and broke.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the werewolf's eyes bulged as if they were about to burst open.
Even so, the werewolf struggled fiercely, its huge wolf head trying to tear the snake's body apart, while its left hand, which was not caught in the entanglement, kept waving its claws and tearing at the python's scales.
Lupin, who was standing to the side, finally found an opportunity and rushed towards them, waving his wand rapidly as he cast a spell on the werewolf.
"Strength has slackened!"
The powerful magical energy surged through the werewolf's body like a plasma, eventually penetrating its magic resistance. With a terrifying sound of bones shattering, the werewolf was completely crushed by the giant python!
exploded!
Blood, flesh, bones, hair, and everything else seemed to explode, spraying in all directions.
Everything that comes into contact with the wolfsbane is rapidly being affected and begins to twist and deform.
"Gidero Lockhart!"
A black shadow suddenly emerged from the werewolf's body, hovering in mid-air, a shrill voice emanating from it: "I'll kill you! I swear! I'll kill you!!!!"
The giant python twisted and changed shape, quickly reverting to Lockhart's form. It casually waved its wand, casting a cleansing spell on itself and Lupin, chuckling, "Tom, is that all you can say?"
But at that moment, a twisted vortex suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
Everything in your field of vision seemed to be spinning, making you want to fall into the center of the vortex.
Some soil from the ground was also drawn in and squeezed into this power, as if being compressed along the structure of the magical power to quickly form a beautiful snail shell.
The group looked over and saw Grindelwald standing in the distance, casting a spell on them.
"The Soul's Destination!"
He gently shook his wand, as if stirring herbs in a cauldron, trying to extract the essence of the delicious ingredients and refine it into a pill.
As he cast his spell, even Lockhart felt as if he were being pulled away from the spell.
Suddenly, a blinding red light surged forth.
That was the light emanating from the wolf blood that splattered into every corner, dyeing the entire world crimson.
Finally, with a flicker of the red light, Voldemort's ghostly spirit vanished instantly from the distorted vortex.
The vortex dissipated.
A snail shell fell from the sky.
Lockhart quickly grabbed it with one hand and peered inside curiously. "Did you catch him? Did you put him in a snail shell?"
Grindelwald frowned and shook his head. "They escaped!"
He somewhat missed the spellcasting abilities he possessed when he wielded the Elder Wand, one of the Deathly Hallows. Perhaps with the Elder Wand, he could truly seal away Voldemort's ghost.
Then, no matter how many Horcruxes Voldemort has, you can keep him locked in a snail shell forever, and the Horcruxes will be completely useless.
"What a pity!"
Lockhart sighed and casually put the snail shell away.
This thing can actually hold a soul? I'll put it away, I don't know when I might need it.
Grindelwald didn't stop him from stealing, but his expression was grave. "He's far more troublesome than I imagined!"
Lockhart didn't seem to care. "If he were that easy to kill, Professor Dumbledore would have killed him long ago."
He was more concerned with his magical research than with Voldemort's life or death.
Regarding the two states of the Madago cat, the state of the Animagus as a normal animal, why the Animagus is unaffected by Dementors, and the wizard's state when the wolfsbane takes effect and he becomes a werewolf...
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He has now completely understood the vast amount of research he had previously categorized under the same major topic.
That is, the soul directly mobilizes the body, without the participation of the mind.
This is an extremely interesting discovery. Magic naturally comes from the soul, but the magical burst that arises from the resonance between magic and the emotions of the mind is therefore missing.
Lockhart excitedly recounted his discovery to everyone, making their eyes wander and their attention wander. After thinking for a moment, he explained it in simpler terms.
"The state of a dark magic creature, or what might be called a 'non-existent' state, is essentially a state where the mind is not involved in life activities!"
"According to this theory, ghosts are magical creatures, werewolves are magical creatures, and the animal forms of Animagus are also magical creatures!"
"Then how do we make magical creatures exhibit animalistic traits?"
"The answer is to participate in the activities of wizards, to connect with other individuals in society, to nurture the mind, and thus the animalistic nature is formed, and thus it evolves in the direction of magical creatures, or rather, in the direction of wizards."
Grindelwald seemed to be deep in thought.
Professor Kettleburn still looked bewildered.
Tonks, on the other hand, was direct. If he didn't understand these strange theories, he simply ignored them and went straight to the point: "What's the use of figuring this out?"
Lockhart rolled his eyes, speechless at this academic underachiever. He had to pull himself out of his euphoria of having grasped the concepts, and said casually with a smirk, "So, I've found a way to treat wolfsbane attacks."
"!!!" Tonks was stunned. He blinked and tried hard to recall what Lockhart had just said, but ultimately realized with some despair that he still didn't understand. He just asked blankly, "How do I do it?"
Lockhart chuckled, shrugged, and exclaimed, "Love! The power of love!"
God's incredible power of love!
Tonks thought Lockhart was just bluffing!
Grindelwald's eyes lit up as he grasped the key point: "You mean, when the wolfsbane takes effect, projecting stimuli that neither the soul nor the body can handle onto the werewolf forces it to mobilize its mental power. Then, once the mind is activated, the werewolf-inflicted wizard finds itself able to control its werewolf body?"
"Yes!" Lockhart raised an eyebrow smugly. "How about that, does it make sense, right?"
"Merlin's awesome nose ring! Professor Lockhart, you're absolutely amazing!" Professor Kettleburn exclaimed excitedly. "I've heard stories like that before, fairy tales. There were some interesting fairy tales from my childhood that told such stories!"
"I've forgotten the specifics of the story, but I remember that when a werewolf was about to attack his wife, she called his name tenderly, and finally managed to awaken her husband who had lost his mind and turned into a werewolf!"
"That's right." Lohat nodded. "Love is always the most intense stimulus in life, touching the soul, filling the heart, and penetrating every cell of the body."
The three of them had a heated discussion.
Tonks was still a bit confused. After listening for a while, her head was full of mush, and she had to turn to look at Lupin, who hadn't joined the discussion.
But the somewhat disheveled man was now in tears, his face a mixture of joy and sorrow, his eyes burning with longing.
"Professor Lockhart!" Tonks couldn't bear to see the man cry, and her heart ached as well. She quickly asked, "I don't understand what you're saying. Could you tell me specifically what Lupin needs to do?"
"Simple, just find a woman to passionately awaken him," Professor Kettleburn chuckled beside him.
Donxton was immediately embarrassed and annoyed.
Lockhart seemed quite agreeable. "We can create a magical portrait and implant it into Lupin's mind using the same method Voldemort used to possess him. When he becomes a werewolf and loses his mind, we can simply have the people in those magical portraits he cares about awaken his mind."
Look.
It's that simple.
Although it is said to be simple, the techniques and skills required are actually quite difficult for ordinary wizards to handle.
Tonks listened to Lockhart's absurd explanation and felt it was utterly unbelievable. "Imbuing a magical image into someone's mind? Or possessing them with something like that?"
Yes.
Lockhart was all too familiar with this method.
Because there were more than a dozen wizards in his mind shouting wildly every moment, so noisy that they could easily pull people out of a lonely and desolate atmosphere and make them play music and dance together.
"Of course, there are many other ways."
Lockhart stroked his chin, and as the saying goes, once you understand one thing, you understand everything. He had countless ideas. "We can start with the Animagus ritual and implant the person in the magical portrait into their mind. This might reduce the difficulty for the other werewolves to do it themselves."
"Blood magic can also be used..."
The fact that Harry's parents appeared in his mind when he was exchanging spells with Voldemort is the best proof of this method.
Lockhart came up with an incredible number of ideas at once.
The only problem is...
Lupin needs someone he cares about deeply, someone who can pull him out of his loneliness and let his mind return to his body.
So, does Lupin have one?
he……
Do they really care about their parents, friends (the Marauders), and elders (Dumbledore) as much as they imagine?
Human hearts can be so complex at times.
Asking your own conscience is a very difficult thing.
(End of this chapter)