allendalepharm Chapter 184 Let's do it together!
Chapter 184 Let's do it together!
Chapter 184 You should come too.
Ominousness is a force that is difficult to describe in words.
Just like the eerie mist that perpetually fills the Bloodline Hall of the Bureau of Mysteries, it is always brimming with mysterious power.
It's either some kind of power, or a 'mysterious' power.
Lockhart discovered that doing 'mysterious' things or conducting magical experiments with a mystical orientation in this fog always brought some kind of mysterious benefit that was difficult to discern directly.
Especially when he casts the Oblivion Spell.
As he waved his wand, Bella, who was floating in mid-air, twitched violently. Her twisted and insane aura vanished abruptly, and her face became completely calm. She floated quietly in mid-air, and a large number of silver threads began to grow all over her body.
This is something Lockhart can't do anywhere else—extract memories from outside the head.
Only at this moment would he suddenly realize that every part of his body has its own memories, but they are not mobilized to the brain for thinking.
For example, muscle memory; he used muscle memory to write the original body's handwriting.
soon.
Numerous silver threads swayed and undulated in mid-air, emitting a hazy, faint light. If one listened carefully, one could hear some indistinct, whispering murmurs.
"It's working!" Ms. Mary, who was operating the time converter, reported this discovery to Lockhart with some amazement.
Her memories had a unique connection with the time converter; she could sense its restless activity.
Lohat nodded and continued waving his wand. "Clearly, we always lack understanding of exactly what a time converter can do."
Perhaps in the past, when time-travel devices were not restricted, wizards explored their potential uses through extensive experimentation. Who knows? Even if they did, the Ministry of Magic likely sealed them away, forbidding their dissemination.
"It's going to be a bit dangerous next."
Lockhart turned to Mrs. Mary and pointed, "If you don't know what to do, walk toward a glimmer of light; that is me."
Or rather, that glimmer of light was the flame of his life.
Lockhart had seen it before when he followed Snape into the Time Travel and the Psychic Path. At that time, he didn't understand that this was the Life Flame, but now he was more or less certain.
"What about me?" Tonks asked nervously. She herself did not realize that she had drawn her wand and was holding it tightly, as if it could give her some sense of security.
The scene before my eyes was so terrifying that it made me tense up.
In fact, wizards like her who accept the modern magic system and do not continue to explore deeper magical fields rarely encounter situations involving "more wizards" in their lives.
Ominous, mysterious, and bizarre things seem to be far removed from most modern wizards and Muggles.
The most wondrous scene she had ever witnessed was nothing more than a large number of Aurors mobilizing to cast restoration spells to repair a street destroyed by magic, watching as the street seemed to return to its original state as if time had reversed.
That's amazing enough.
There's no way I've ever had the chance to come into contact with anything like Horcruxes.
Even modern wizards rarely use the Pensieve to process their memories anymore. The mind cleansing routine that was extremely common among ancient wizards seems so evil in the eyes of modern wizards.
"You?" Lockhart looked at Tonks in surprise. "You just stay here and watch. Scrimgeour sent you here to keep an eye on me, record what I, as the special envoy, have done, and then compile a file. It's that simple."
Is it simple?
Tonks was starting to lose his composure.
Because she had no idea what Lockhart was doing, how could she possibly record it?
She did want to ask, but seeing the terrifying scene of Lockhart casting his spell, she felt that speaking up while he was conducting a dangerous magical experiment would seem more like an interrogation.
She dared not interrogate him.
No one knows how shocked and terrified she was when she accompanied the team to escort Lockhart to the Ministry of Magic and they were attacked by hundreds of dark wizards on the way. She was prepared to die in the line of duty, but then she watched Lockhart use his powerful and terrifying magic to kill one living person after another.
Everyone is afraid. Having seen scenes where it seems like you could be crushed at will, or that the slightest misstep could lead to your death, you are genuinely afraid.
In fact, many Aurors were afraid of Lockhart. In that scenario, many Aurors even desperately wondered if Lockhart would kill them all along.
After all, it's not uncommon for criminals to kill Aurors, is it?
"A dangerous fellow"—this is how many Aurors would refer to Lockhart in private afterwards.
"Okay...okay." Tonks swallowed hard, nervously grabbing the file folder beside him, but had no intention of making any notes.
"But your words have reminded me," Lockhart said, looking Tonks up and down. "Interested in a magical adventure?"
He was used to the ways of magic school, and he was happy to share his magical adventures with others and give them a chance.
"Huh?" Tonks regretted asking the question earlier.
"Come a little closer," Lockhart said with a gentle smile. "Come and take a look together. This is an exploration of the Black family's magical bloodline. You also have the Black bloodline, so I'm sure you'll find something of interest."
Tonks wanted to refuse, but looking at the other person's encouraging and gentle smile, he felt an unquestionable authority for some reason. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he just clumsily moved closer with his feet.
"Very good, stand right there." Lockhart raised his wand again, turned to look at Madam Mary, and nodded. "We can begin."
Bang!
A silent expansion brought a soul-shaking roar, and the writhing silver lines before my eyes rapidly expanded, bursting forth with a large number of mental lightning bolts that surged and roared throughout the room.
Crunch, crunch~
Tonks seemed to hear the strange sound of broken wooden windows creaking in the strong wind outside, coming from the depths of the long corridor. Then his heart pounded as if it would burst out of his throat, his thoughts twisted into a chaotic mess, and finally he was pulled in by an irresistible force.
In the instant she was pulled over, she faintly heard Lockhart's excited shouts, "Haha, this is it, this is it! The power of Apparition! So this isn't spatial teleportation, it's a time distortion caused by a twisted mind!"
What does that mean?
Tonks couldn't understand.
But she soon realized it.
She saw a fair and powerful arm emerge from the wide wizard's robe, gently holding a wand, and flicking it lightly amidst the chaotic and twisted mess.
Bang!
Her world suddenly fell silent. When her thoughts returned to normal and she could process the information her eyes had received, she was shocked to find that a series of dark and cold railings had suddenly appeared in front of her.
This is……
Azkaban!
And it was in a prison.
With a start, she quickly looked around, carefully observing and finally confirmed from the faces of several prisoners in the opposite cell that she was in the very same cell where Bella had been imprisoned!
How is that possible!
Azkaban could never have been allowed to apparate!
This must be a hallucination!
Sure enough, she saw a very abrupt shadow appear in the corridor ahead, something that could not possibly exist in Azkaban.
A large, black dog with unkempt fur was walking briskly.
"What is this...?"
Before she could ask any questions, her thoughts twisted again, and she felt as if she were in a chaotic yet somehow orderly vortex.
This does resemble the power of Apparition, but it's still somewhat different from how she usually uses Apparition.
Just then, the arm holding the wand reappeared before him and waved it gently once more.
Bang!
Once her vision cleared again, she gasped and instinctively took a step back.
She had just appeared on the edge of a towering tower and nearly fell off.
here it is……
Hogwarts!
How could she possibly mistake Hogwarts, where she had lived for seven years?
Looking down, you can clearly see the Quidditch pitch and the vast Forbidden Forest.
But this is clearly another hallucination!
Yes, she was absolutely certain.
Hogwarts does have a place where Apparition is allowed, but it's on a skybridge. There's no other place where you can Apparate directly; it's not permitted!
Just then, she seemed to hear someone speaking behind her.
"I adore you so madly..." came the excited voice of a girl.
"Prove it to me!" It was the voice of a male wizard, deep and carrying an indescribable evil.
She turned around to make sure, and saw that Ms. Mary, who was holding the time converter, was also completely bewildered. They exchanged a glance, but before they could say anything, their vision went blank again.
This chaos is starting to get a bit chaotic.
"Professor Lockhart..." Tonks seemed to hear Lady Mary's exclamation, "The time converter can't withstand this magic!"
After a long while, the chaotic twisting suddenly stopped.
An arm waved its wand again, flicking it gently, and Lockhart's gentle voice came through, "It's alright, we've arrived at our destination."
My thoughts were rapidly recovering, constantly analyzing information from all my senses—body, mind, hearing, sight, and so on—and the world became calm again.
drop drop~
Tonks found himself next to a window. Hearing the noise, he looked out and saw a Muggle street. There seemed to be a traffic accident on the street, with many cars stuck in traffic and honking their horns frantically.
"Damn it, damn it, those Muggles, they're disturbing Master! Kreacher hates them!" A house-elf grumbled as it approached the window from the depths of the corridor.
"Shh~" A voice whispered behind her, signaling her to be quiet. She felt a hand suddenly grab the back of her collar and pull her back quickly.
boo~
A strange, sticky feeling washed over me.
Tonks felt as if her entire body was sinking into a quagmire, sticky and sluggish, or rather, she felt as if she had become a twisted, humanoid shadow on the wall.
She tried to struggle, but seeing the house-elf rapidly approaching, she quickly stopped.
Soon, the house-elf came over.
It seemed completely oblivious to the fact that, in the dark corner of the corridor beside it, three eerie, distorted figures appeared on the wall, looking so strange and inconspicuous.
This is a dark magic spell that Tom taught Lockhart, capable of sealing a person inside a wall. It was a common combat tactic used by Aurors during Grindelwald's time. However, due to political reasons, this dark magic has now been banned by the Auror Office.
(End of this chapter)