allendalepharm Chapter 186 Magical Bloodline
Chapter 186 Magical Bloodline
Chapter 186 Magical Bloodline
Sirius rode away on his magic motorcycle, soaring into the sky without looking back, leaving in a very dashing manner.
The furious father shouted at the window, hurling vehement insults, "He's just like his irresponsible grandfather! Does he look like someone who upholds justice? Doesn't he know that riding that flying motorcycle is illegal? Now he's not talking about right or wrong? Ha, how ridiculous!"
The family gathering ended on a sour note, and the children dared not play around anymore, behaving exceptionally well.
But they themselves know that this event has had a huge impact on them.
Blake's perseverance.
Blake was born evil, dark, and ominous.
Blake's continuation...
All of this spread slowly through their souls like a drop of ink.
Lockhart once again used magic to travel through time. As Lady Mary carefully manipulated the time converter to quickly return to the 'present', it soon stopped again at a certain point in time.
It doesn't seem like much time has passed.
Bella, who had grown up a bit, was still dressed as a young girl, but the hall of the Black family ancestral home was forever missing a few figures.
Sirius's parents, who had been cursing incessantly just moments before, were now hanging on the wall, covered by a light veil, swaying in the cold wind blowing in from the window.
Bella appeared alone, waving her wand and lighting the fireplace in the hall. A drowsy figure appeared on a chair beside the fireplace, as if he had always been sitting there.
The old man looked sadly at the portrait on the wall, then at Bella. "Blake was always like that, wasn't he? He died so young."
Bella pursed her lips, smoothed her skirt, sat down opposite the old man, and nodded. "Yes, but perhaps the death of a loved one is also a terrible omen."
The old man's eyes lit up. "What an interesting way to put it!"
He looked Bella up and down. "Child, is this your own decision?"
Bella shook her head, a hint of admiration on her face. "He's a very, very powerful wizard. I told him about the problems of the Black family, and he believes that Black's death was not due to the limitations imposed on him by his magical bloodline, but rather the influence of the magical bloodlines of other Blacks."
"I never realized before that one could view one's own magical bloodline in this way," the old man exclaimed. "The Blacks bring misfortune to each other, which is why they have always had short lifespans over thousands of years."
"I don't dare tell my sisters about this discovery," Bella said, sounding distressed. "Andromeda and Narcissa would be devastated if they knew that Mom's death was because of Dad and the three of us sisters."
"So you chose to deal with it all by yourself?" The old man looked at his great-granddaughter with kindness. "You are a true Blake, with the pride and responsibility that are inherent in Blake's bones."
Bella grinned, but it wasn't a happy smile. She looked at the old man with some sadness. "I like that powerful wizard, and I want to marry him, but my father wants me to marry into the Lestrange family. I don't know what to do."
The old man waved his somewhat withered, age-spotted arms, yet he seemed more energetic than Bella. Grinning, revealing a mouth with only two or three teeth remaining, he shouted, "Go for it bravely! Love is always the most wonderful thing in magical life; it will give you the power to overcome anything!"
Bella was amused by his childlike behavior and started laughing along.
Even as she smiled, the sadness in her eyes remained. "But I bear Blake's blood, and I don't know if I should do this, to give birth to a child filled with misfortune for him. He has great things to do, and I cannot bring Blake's misfortune upon him because of me, or because of the child we might have."
The old man fell silent, his gaze lingering as if looking into the distant past. After a long while, he sighed, "Yes, life is always so difficult, isn't it?"
Bella didn't expect to get the answer from her grandfather; she already had the answer.
But she was so unwilling to accept it.
So they came here to find their grandfather, hoping to learn more about the magical bloodline they possessed. Perhaps Tom would have a solution!
"Because it is ominous, it is eternal!" The old man offered a proverb, "Our ancestors pondered this question and gave this answer."
"You need to know that death is not the end of life. When I walk towards misfortune, my life still exists, even if it exists in this ominous form of 'the ghostly shadow in the castle' now." The old man explained his understanding of this proverb. "Of course, you may not understand my state. You can think of me as a dark magic creature if you want."
He smiled and pointed to the magical portraits of his son and the other Blacks on the wall, "But I'm different from them."
Bella murmured softly, "Death is not the end of life..."
"Yes," the old man explained with a smile, "How do you determine if your own life still exists?"
"How can you say that the people hanging on the wall are no longer themselves, while I am still me?"
"Body immortality? Oh, we can use resurrection magic, right, to reconstruct a body, although that's something most people can't do. My answer is that the soul immortality is the continuation of life."
"All the components of the soul—our memories, our thoughts, our will, our emotions…" He gestured to himself, "all of this, the me now, and the me who had a body in the past, are the same, so I am still me."
"To go a step further."
"We often say, 'Some people are dead, but they live on in everyone's hearts.' If someone continues my memories, my thoughts, my will, and my emotions, does that mean my life continues in another way?"
Bella nodded, but she already felt she was struggling to understand; such abstract concepts required extremely complex and profound thinking and insight. She could only try her best to write it down, intending to tell Tom about it.
"What about going even further?"
The old man raised his frail arm and slid it along, as if touching the pulse of time, "My will and all of this, are continuously passed down through individuals and generations..."
Seeing his great-granddaughter's somewhat confused expression, he prompted her, "Where does magic boil? Where does magic bloom? It is in my will, my memories, my emotions, and so on."
"This magic is passed down from generation to generation, blossoming with each generation, becoming part of the soul and blood of every generation..."
"This is the bloodline of magic!"
"Bella!" He looked earnestly at the somewhat bewildered girl. "Black's glory exists in his magical bloodline, in your body and your soul. It has always been there. If you can make it bloom, you will possess boundless magical power to fight against your own destiny."
"The magical bloodline doesn't bring a curse, it brings a test!"
"If you have the ability to shoulder it, you will possess it!"
"This is the meaning of Blake immersing himself in the ominous, from being cursed to being blessed, through the tempering of blood and fire, through the exploration of wisdom, to raise up the greatness that should be in his blood."
Bella is not great.
She wasn't actually that strong; beneath her noble exterior lay a vulnerability. She only hoped Tom could redeem her, and she would repay him with everything she had.
pity……
She probably won't live to see Tom's rescue.
Lockhart watched all this with a detached expression, knowing that Bella had gone mad in Azkaban, desperately and willingly enduring Azkaban's torment in an attempt to twist her own soul to either be destroyed or redeemed.
She had clearly grasped the ominous nature of Blake, but didn't know what it meant to be herself.
Lockhart knew himself.
I've always known.
This is the fundamental reason why he is not affected by the dozen or so memories in his mind, as well as the original owner's memories.
At this moment, his expression was somewhat strange, because he suddenly realized that, in a sense, he had devoured a part of the forest witch's life, which was equivalent to merging with the forest witch's magical bloodline.
Interestingly, this bloodline is not necessarily the magical bloodline passed down from the father to the forest witch herself, but rather passed on to him in such a wonderful way.
Oh, it seems it's not just the forest witch.
And Tom too.
With the magical power of ultimate joy and beauty, similar to the power of the Obscurus, a part of himself is integrated into his being—a magical bloodline that even Tom himself does not possess.
"That's really interesting."
Lockhart suddenly had a flash of insight, and he tried shaking the wand in his hand.
In an instant, Tonks and Ms. Mary suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if they had finally broken free from the wall and were no longer in that sticky, sluggish discomfort, and could finally breathe freely.
But they still felt something was off, because they didn't exist in human form; it was as if they were human-shaped mottled mold on a wall.
"The magical bloodline power of the forest witch is truly fascinating!" Lockhart exclaimed in amazement. "Yes, that's exactly the feeling!"
His first spellcasting transcended the limitations of the Forest Witch's own spellcasting, allowing him to fully embody the state of the "Forest Darling."
And this is only being done in a superficial state, like 'mold'.
Perhaps he really needs to explore the field of magical creature conservation properly!
(End of this chapter)