allendalepharm Chapter 176 I Have a Suggestion
Chapter 176 I Have a Suggestion
Chapter 176 I Have a Suggestion
Dumbledore couldn't command the two people in front of him.
Yes, neither Grindelwald nor Lockhart listened to him at all.
He was also very unhappy, but no matter how unhappy he was, this was undoubtedly an extremely critical moment. He could not allow Gellert to do anything to Lockhart that could have any unknown consequences, nor could he allow Lockhart to kill Gellert like that.
His expression shifted for a moment before he finally made a decision.
He suddenly swung the Elder Wand, and streams of colorful light, like rainbows, shot out from the tip of the wand, completely enveloping and binding Gellert.
This is to stop him from continuing to cast the spell, and also to protect him.
Then Dumbledore suddenly flicked his Elder Wand, and with a loud bang, he Apparated Gellert and himself to a clearing in the valley outside Nurmengard Castle.
boom!
A tremendous roar resounded, and he quickly looked up to see that the giant werewolf, now powerless against him, was crushing the castle in front of him like a terrifying shadow above it.
The assembled castle toy was crushed as if it had been smashed.
"Roar~~~"
After destroying the castle, the werewolf stretched out its arms, looked up at the sky and roared angrily. Countless bolts of electricity fell like madmen, striking the werewolf's body.
"Are young people these days capable of this level?" Grindelwald, bound by colorful bandages, could only peek out, looking up at the sky with interest. "I wonder where they got a Guardian that's similar to an Obscurus but with completely opposite powers."
"Now there's another werewolf whose power is the opposite of the Guardian Angel, yet not an Obscurial?"
"Self-control, self-balance—what an interesting magical path!"
"Oh, I think I've spotted a line of thought in the direction of breeding dark magic creatures, right, Albus? Don't you think this resembles the path of dark magic creatures? We discussed research on pure-blood wizards hybridizing magical creatures to obtain bloodlines a long time ago..."
Gellert was very talkative and seemed relaxed and cheerful.
Of course he could be happy. Nurmengard, where he had been imprisoned for nearly fifty years, had collapsed. Haha, it had collapsed. That's really something to be happy about.
Some people are happy but others are sad.
Dumbledore looked at the enormous werewolf, who seemed to tower into the clouds, with growing frustration. He asked coldly, "How can I help him?"
"Help him with what?" Grindelwald asked with a smile.
"You know what I mean, don't try to be vague with me!" Dumbledore said, clearly annoyed.
"He's rebuilding his own balance, it's that simple."
"He knows how to counteract an overwhelming positive force, and he's trying to cage that positive force as well. I've already seen it in the future, so it's okay."
Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with a complex expression. "I've studied the Obscurial for far too long. It's a path far more powerful than fusing the bloodlines of magical creatures—fusing magical bloodlines!"
"Albus, I actually found a way to cure Obscurus. I know it's too late, but I really did find it."
His voice was somewhat bitter, which made Dumbledore, who had his back to him, also feel a pang of sadness.
"What's the point of saying all this..." Dumbledore's voice was a little hoarse. "Ariana has been gone for almost a hundred years."
Time is such a terrible thing.
Ariana died sometime in 1899, and now in 1993, 94 years have passed.
A hundred years is too long, so long that every day is torture. Yet a hundred years is also too short, so long that everything seems like it happened just yesterday.
Ironically, a chance for redemption was once presented to the two of them.
Aberforth's son, Cressdon, also appeared silently before them. They should have had a chance to rectify the mistake, but they missed it again because they were once again caught up in the war.
Now, the silent disease is almost impossible to find. What's the use of researching a treatment method now?
"tell me!"
Dumbledore finally turned to look at Grindelwald directly. "Tell me what to do to help this young man. You should know that we can't keep hurting others just to achieve our own goals."
Grindelwald pursed his lips, remained silent for a while, and then sighed. "The Restoration Charm can deal with his current situation. Of course, it's also a temporary solution after the Obscurus takes effect."
"This magic is not only used to turn people back into human form. When a person maintains a normal human form, their will also becomes complete, enough to resist the erosion of external forces with their own magic."
Dumbledore gave him a deep look, nodded, and then raised the Elder Wand again, quickly casting a spell.
"Restore~"
"Humanoid!"
The magical power of a top wizard, enhanced by a top-tier wand, commands everything with an invincible will.
The giant werewolf shadow in the sky collapsed rapidly, turning into a wisp of black smoke that churned and swirled in mid-air. A faint silver-white light could be seen surging within it, and the two were rapidly merging, resisting, and battling each other.
Bang!
The black smoke crashed to the ground and transformed back into Lockhart. Crabbe, who was lying unconscious beside him, had already collapsed to the ground. Several figures of dark magic creatures quickly disappeared into Lockhart's wide wizard robes.
Lockhart stood motionless, wand in hand. The thunder in the sky began to subside, and the gloomy sky occasionally churned with more dark clouds, pressing down on the world and then tearing open again to let in the golden sunlight.
Finally, as he exhaled a long breath, he flicked his wand, and a huge silver pegasus, as large as a fire dragon, descended from the sky, quickly pounced on him, exploded in patches of silver light, and disappeared.
"How are you feeling?" Grindelwald asked curiously, twisting his body, which was bound by colorful bandages, as he tried to get closer, craning his neck to look at him curiously.
Lockhart gave Dumbledore a grateful smile, then rolled his eyes at Grindelwald. "I've locked up both good and evil, but things are different now. Some of them have become part of my body, no longer obeying the dictates of my mind, but becoming my bodily instincts."
This is an extremely high level of understanding, clearly knowing the difference between mind, thought, and body. Communicating with two magic masters doesn't require going through a bunch of basic knowledge to explain things like when teaching a young wizard; they can communicate directly and without barriers.
Grindelwald clicked his tongue, clearly dissatisfied. "So all my hard work was just to make you have some magic resistance like a magical creature?"
"You still dare to talk back!" Dumbledore was somewhat annoyed. "The body no longer obeys the will of the soul, and when faced with a situation, it relies more on physical instincts—how terrible is that! Gellert, look what you've done!"
“But that’s just the norm for humans,” Grindelwald retorted. “Don’t always think about pushing yourself to the extreme. If you want to become a master magician while remaining a normal person, you need to make certain sacrifices. Otherwise, you’ll just end up as a beast, a dark magic creature. What’s the point of being powerful then?”
like……
That makes some sense.
Dumbledore sneered, "That sounds so nice, then tell me, why don't I need this, and you don't need this, but Gilderoy does?"
"Can they be the same?" Grindelwald sighed. "Because our hearts are already burdened, we no longer need any other force to hold us back from becoming inhuman."
Having experienced so much suffering in life, their understanding of human pain will naturally linger within them.
Lockhart's ability to wield the power of his guardian spirit with such spiritual depth clearly distinguishes him from those who are simply tormented by fate.
"So, you're actually quite kind-hearted?" Dumbledore said sarcastically to Grindelwald.
"Of course." Grindelwald smiled at Lockhart. "No need to thank me. You helped me destroy the damn cell that imprisoned me, so we're even."
The mere mention of this made Dumbledore irritable.
He rubbed his fingers together, looking at the ruins of Nurmengard with a complicated expression. This was clearly not something that could be fixed with a single restoration spell. What could imprison Grindelwald was the complex magical mechanisms inside, not a castle.
"What am I supposed to do with you now?" Dumbledore looked at Guy with obvious displeasure. "Send you to Azkaban?"
"Sure, I think it's a good place," Grindelwald said with a smile.
He was naturally happy to go to Azkaban, because that wretched place couldn't hold him at all; he could escape in no time and show Dumbledore what was happening.
even……
Dumbledore suspected that if Gellert were sent to Azkaban, he might not leave at all, but instead persuade all the prisoners, Aurors, and even Dementors there to become his followers.
This is not impossible; Gellert has done something similar before.
Ugh, so annoying!
Dumbledore turned to Lockhart, somewhat helplessly, "I shouldn't have let you meet; it's my fault."
Lockhart shrugged. "It's alright, there are gains and losses. I don't mind, after all, I wanted to ask Mr. Grindelwald how to control the power of the Obscurus. But I do have a suggestion on how to deal with Mr. Grindelwald."
Dumbledore was taken aback, not understanding why Lockhart would have such an idea.
Even Grindelwald looked at Lockhart with great curiosity.
"The Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I don't think he'd be afraid of Tom's curse."
"Ha!" Dumbledore laughed in exasperation at this absurd statement. "Him? Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
Lockhart simply smiled.
(End of this chapter)