allendalepharm Chapter 212 The Ship of the Styx
Chapter 212 The Ship of the Styx
Chapter 212 The Ship of the Styx
He runs away, he chases.
Finally, both hands fell into the real world.
pat!
Lockhart fell to the ground, struggling to get up, gritting his teeth and enduring the strange, untouchable sensations of his body caused by the chaotic signals emanating from countless nerves, but he still fell to the ground in the end.
His neck was twisted at an eerie angle. He tried to turn his head, but could only gasp for breath with his cheek pressed against the ground.
Stimulate!
That was so damn exciting!!!
A large amount of cold sweat broke out, and in an instant, the sweat dripped down his hair and stung his eyes, irritating his dilated pupils.
In his pupils, a colorful swirling river was faintly reflected, from which a bloodline extended to an unknown and mysterious place, and his own figure appeared within it.
During the battle in the hottest days of summer, I completely fused with the power of Tom's Guardian Angel...
In the experiment with Tom, she was influenced and fused with the magical bloodline of the 'snake'...
In Nurmengard, influenced by Grindelwald, a portion of himself merged with the Guardian God...
Having completely digested and absorbed the adventurous life of the original Gilderoy Lockhart...
Having completely digested and devoured the forest witch herself...
During his adventure, he mistakenly became Tom, thus gaining the magical bloodline of Parsleyan speech...
The self that emerged from the suppression of all the darkness within during the adventure, giving rise to a vicious werewolf...
To counter Voldemort's curse on the Hogwarts professorships, he successfully cast the Patronus Charm and summoned the white horse...
She incorporated elements of the forest witch herself into her magical experiments...
At the beginning of my transmigration, I didn't possess the purest version of myself, the one with magic...
And, my past life...
Lockhart's head was spinning wildly, and he felt as if these figures were overlapping, as if they were exploring his inner will and asking—you are fortunate enough to travel through the river of time, and which part of yourself in life do you ultimately decide to retrieve?
To paraphrase Voldemort's magical notebook, "The Unquenchable Flame of Life," it's about deciding which stage's template to use to refresh one's physical condition.
"No!"
The will of self sends a strong and firm signal, loudly saying—No!
No! The real me is the most authentic me, whether I am old or sick, that is me, the me that is appropriate for this time and state of being!
Lockhart felt as if his will had transformed into a long, silvery-white serpent, meandering along the river of time, subduing each stage of his self.
In a daze, he saw another ghost ship, dilapidated, decaying, and quiet, floating silently in the river of time, seemingly without consciousness.
His expression shifted, and the long serpent swept out, its massive body swooping down, its long tail coiling around the ghost ship's hull, as if salvaging it, pulling it along the river of time.
Bang!
A violent tremor reverberated through my mind.
The multicolored vortex exploded with a deafening roar, and Lockhart from the material world was violently thrown out, crashing into the wall of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Cough, cough, cough~
Lockhart coughed a few times, finally breaking free from the terrible effects of time travel.
The wizarding world has a long history of magic with many wondrous and bizarre aspects, and time travel is one of them, always filled with the unknown and terror.
In this field, Lockhart is undoubtedly at the forefront in this era.
It turns out that it's not just alchemical time-twisters that can help wizards travel to the past; magical time-twisters can too!
Starting with the already top-tier Oblivion Charm, research into the realm of memory has continuously expanded into various directions, including black magic creature defense and cultivation, exploration of magical bloodlines, exploration of the relationship between wizards and nature, exploration of the relationship between wizards and society, and so on. Ultimately, it has embarked on a journey through time anchored by memory.
This adventure was so wonderful and exciting that Lockhart felt it was worth the trip. It was so interesting, so incredibly interesting!
He laughed wildly, knowing that he had truly entered the realm of magic masters.
He's on the same level as Voldemort, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Nicolas Flamel, only they've gone into different fields.
This doesn't mean he could definitely defeat Dumbledore or Voldemort.
Instead, no matter which top magic master intends to deal with him, he has enough ability to drag the opponent to the river of time, and then launch a battle in an environment where he has a huge advantage.
This is his territory!
Take Dumbledore, for example. Although he knew he probably wouldn't completely oppose Dumbledore, if Dumbledore were truly determined to kill him, he was certainly capable of dragging him down to the day Dumbledore's sister, Ariana, died. In that environment, in that situation, a restrained Dumbledore, could he really fight him with all his might?
Not easy.
Lockhart is now essentially Voldemort who has successfully created a Horcrux. He can finally face a magical master of Dumbledore's caliber, make his demands, and has the ability to retaliate when his demands are not met.
He wouldn't do what Voldemort did.
But not doing something is one thing; being unable to do it is another.
Lockhart slumped to the ground, wiped the sweat from his face, cast a spell to heal himself, and began to happily tally up the gains from this adventurous journey.
First, the exploration in the realm of time was a complete success. He grasped the key in the lineage of the old man, Little Tom, and himself who had merged with some of Tom's magical bloodline, and completely digested and merged Tom's guardian spirit, thus possessing a very unique guardian spirit - the White Serpent of Time.
If Pegasus is the guardian of the soul, then the Time Serpent is the guardian of memory and time.
In the long river of time, the White Serpent of Time will be his most powerful force.
Secondly, there's the ghost ship I casually retrieved from the river of time on my way back.
Lockhart's eyes became unfocused again, as if he saw a giant white snake coiled around him amidst the dazzling lights, its huge head carrying Tom's corpse, and its long, raised tail curling around a strange-looking ghost ship.
Ghost ships must be some kind of unique dark magic creature.
But what exactly it was, Lockhart searched through his memories and reviewed the contents of the memories he had collected in the past, but still could not find the answer.
He released the white snake's coiled tail, letting the ghost ship float in mid-air, and looked up at the thing.
It seems to have no concept of space; looking up, it is as big as two football fields, yet it exists in the Slytherin Chamber, which cannot even contain two football fields.
It seems to exist but isn't.
The concept of non-existence of dark magic creatures is fully embodied in it.
This was Lockhart's first encounter with such a non-animal-like dark magic creature, and he couldn't help but be curious. Holding his wand, he tried to sense the information it transmitted to the surrounding environment, but found that this thing did not interact with the environment at all, as if it were a completely independent existence.
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After pondering for a long time, he finally made an attempt.
"Soul-to-soul communication!"
This is a magical trick taught by Dumbledore, used to enhance the mental connection between oneself and one's Patronus or even magical creatures, and also to enhance the effects of spells.
buzzing~~~
His mind was swaying, and he felt as if he were floating on the sea.
They succeeded in one go?
Does this thing have no spirit at all?
Lockhart sensed its power with some curiosity, and finally, on a whim, he waved his wand at the corpse of Tom that the basilisk was carrying in its mouth.
His attempt worked!
A chain clanged, its metallic sound echoing in the mind, stretching towards Tom's body amidst the creaking of the ship's winch.
Soon, the end of the chain pierced Tom's body, and the winch turned again, pulling out a semi-transparent figure.
It was Tom!
"!!!" Tom suddenly opened his eyes, frantically reaching for his spine on his back. He touched a chain and screamed in terror, "What happened to me?!?"
Then he saw his own corpse inside the white snake's mouth.
"I……"
"Am I dead?"
Tom's face turned deathly pale. He turned back to look at the ghost ship, his expression filled with helplessness and despair. "Is this the ghost ship of the River Styx? Is it taking me to the land of death?"
The ghost ship did not respond, but kept pulling the winch until it finally pulled him onto the ship.
pat.
The thick metal chain crashed onto the deck with a dull thud, and Tom fell to the side.
He struggled to his feet, looking around blankly and forlornly, but he couldn't see anything. He could only feel an indescribable chill, as if he were soaking in cold seawater.
After waiting for a while without any change, he held the chains that had grown out of his spine with both hands and staggered forward on the boat.
There seemed to be no other activity on the large ship, and boundless loneliness quietly engulfed him.
"He doesn't seem to see us?"
The ghost ship had now become like a miniature model, only half a meter long, hovering in front of them. Lockhart and his friends looked at it curiously.
The Fairy of the Wrongfully Killed looked down at Tom, who was moving around on the ship, with some confusion. She stretched her fingers in the air and looked at Lockhart with some amazement, "It really can't see us!"
Lockhart nodded with a strange expression, vaguely sensing that he was connected to Tom on the ghost ship through the chains that extended from it.
"This seems to be some kind of death power!"
Of course, whether the Grim Reaper exists in the world is unknown, but this thing's abilities are indeed somewhat similar to those of the Grim Reaper in wizarding fairy tales.
The Ship of the Styx?
Lockhart couldn't help but think of the three Deathly Hallows: the Resurrection Stone, which summons the dead and brings them back to life; the Elder Wand, which is said to help wizards win every duel; and the Invisibility Cloak, which allows one to escape death and never be found by Death. According to The Tales of Beedle the Bard, these were the treasures that the three brothers obtained after escaping death by crossing a river.
"I'm not sure if it's from the same series as the Deathly Hallows."
Lockhart shrugged. "The magical world is always full of amazing unknowns, and it's always so wonderful and extraordinary."
in this way……
It fascinated him.
(End of this chapter)