allendalepharm Chapter 173 Hope Brought by the Bonfire
Chapter 173 Hope Brought by the Bonfire
Chapter 173 Hope Brought by the Bonfire
The Hibiscus Ravenclaw classmate has power far beyond what most people can imagine.
Even Mad-Eye Moody, who accompanied his wife through the creation and hard work of building this alumni association, might not fully grasp just how terrifying the club's power was.
For the next month, Lockhart traveled to every corner of the world, reaching out to one key person and group after another, many of whom were helped to expand their networks by members of the Ravenclaw Alumni Association.
Even Mr. Malfoy, who considered himself to have the widest network in the British wizarding community, could not have imagined that a seemingly insignificant editor of The Quibbler magazine, Xenophilius Lovegood, would have a friend who was a host on an American ghost and wizard radio station, and that this friend's husband was a professor at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, whose last name was Stewart.
Stuart is the surname of Aesop Thayer, a descendant of the Gaunt family, the two founders of Ivermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and her Muggle husband, James Stuart.
This Mr. Stewart not only wields immense influence at magic schools, but his family's influence has long been pervasive throughout the American wizarding world, including the Ministry of Magic and banks.
Asian wizarding societies, European wizarding societies, African wizarding societies, Oceanian wizarding societies, American wizarding societies, and even those in the Arctic and Antarctic.
Lockhart never imagined that a wizard tribe could exist in the Arctic, a place with only icebergs and no land. It was simply too outrageous.
But it seems to have magic, so it's not that hard to understand.
With the right use of your door key, your front door can even lead directly to Diagon Alley, the heart of the British wizarding community, not to mention the even simpler and more convenient Floo Web fireplace.
"I mean—"
Lockhart, with a somewhat strange expression, spoke to Rita, who had been following him, as he stepped out of the fireplace. The sudden temperature change, a stark contrast to his previous experience of returning to London from a hundred-meter-deep glacier, caused him considerable discomfort. He quickly waved his wand to cast a spell on Crabbe, whose condition was worse. "Is there no wizarding life underwater?"
Rita blinked. "The legendary Atlantis? It's said to have been destroyed, but of course, we can't be entirely sure it never existed."
"I can guarantee it's not true!" A Ravenclaw alumnus who had introduced Lockhart to the Arctic wizarding tribe spoke, his beard twitching as if he were very excited. "My father has researched this subject and it's very clear that it's not true."
"First, if wizards wanted to live underwater, there would have to be a lot of ocean magic and magical artifacts, but we can't find any trace of that in our daily lives. Second—"
Mr. Beard had a nickname at the class reunion: "Mr. Paper" because no matter what the topic was, his way of speaking always led to a thesis, which annoyed many people who wanted to communicate with him.
The paper's author really likes Lockhart.
Because Lockhart was always full of curiosity about the world, he always listened attentively to what Lockhart had to say.
It wasn't the kind of polite, attentive listening, but rather the kind where you listen and think simultaneously. During conversations, you often draw inferences from one instance to another, which prompts you to think more deeply. It's like we've known each other for ages.
The group chatted idly as they walked out of the Ministry of Magic's public Floo Network fireplace hall. Reaching the doorway and basking in the warm sunlight, they finally felt a welcome relief from the unique chill and desolation brought on by the glacier.
Well then, it's time to say goodbye.
"Thank you so much for your help!" Lockhart said sincerely, looking at Rita and Mr. Paper. "Your help has been invaluable; without you, I don't know how I would have been able to accomplish this global distribution!"
Before Rita could say anything more, she suddenly saw Mr. Paper pointing at her and saying to Lockhart, "Your establishment of this distribution channel is a huge innovation. It will bring you far more than just helping you distribute this book! Professor Lockhart, you should be wary of Ms. Skeeter beside you. She has been with you all along, and now, besides you, she is probably the only one who can make good use of this terrifying global book distribution channel!"
"What are you saying!" Rita was stunned, looking at the bookworm beside her with barely contained anger. She felt incredibly wronged. "I followed him all the way from the hottest part of Africa to the coldest part of the Arctic. I went to help, not to reap the rewards! I am utterly loyal to Mr. Lockhart!"
She was getting anxious.
After giving so much, braving wind and rain, all I get in return is suspicion. No one could bear that.
"Well, you can't say that about Rita." Lockhart's smile was always so gentle, calming the agitated emotions of everyone around him. "I'm very grateful for her help. Really, sometimes I find that I'm not very good at dealing with some people."
"If it weren't for her, I don't know what I would have done."
"You have enough charm to conquer all!" When the author said this, his tone had a unique aria, as if he were singing.
Good guy!
Rita realized that this nerd wasn't reminding Lockhart to be wary of her at all; he was vying for her favor!
You're insane!
I was the first follower of Mr. Lockhart!
Do you understand the value of the first one?
Do you understand?!
Fortunately, Mr. Lockhart acknowledged her efforts, and she was so moved that she almost cried.
But in any case, this contact ends here.
After Mr. Lockhart left, Rita's expression became tense. "Mr. Lockhart, I must remind you, your new book has already been widely distributed in several of the most important countries. You must be careful!"
Be careful of what?
Of course, it's the Dark Lord and his minions.
Ravenclaws always have some well-informed sources, knowing the impact of this book, how much undercurrent it has caused, and how crazy some people might be.
"When will it be officially released?" Lockhart rubbed his tired nose. He had been traveling all over the world lately, and the days and nights had become so chaotic that time seemed to have lost its meaning in his life experiences.
"Tomorrow, but the news has already spread!" Rita said with unusual seriousness.
"Looks like it's time to lay low for a while." Lockhart's expression shifted, glancing at a Ministry of Magic employee in the common fireplace hall who looked somewhat nervous and was secretly watching him. "You should be careful too."
"No one can catch me!" Rita exclaimed with exceptional confidence.
As a journalist who enjoys ranking people and important figures, she has many people who want her to suffer or even kill her, but she clearly has her own way of surviving.
"I hope so." Lockhart looked deeply at Rita, a smile spreading across his face. "Time will prove us right, and it will all start with this book."
"Yes!" Rita's face showed a strange sense of reverence as she bowed slightly. "It is an honor to accompany you on this wonderful journey."
膨~
膨~
A series of explosions that tore through space were heard, and everyone simultaneously Apparated away, leaving only the Ministry of Magic employee anxiously writing a message in the distant fireplace hall, preparing to have an owl deliver Lockhart's whereabouts.
Neumont Castle, Austria.
Vincent Crabbe, who had come with the phantom, shook his slightly dizzy head, recovering from the discomfort of the repeated high-intensity apparitions, and waved his wand to cast the 'Soul Campfire' spell.
An orange-red light spread out from beneath his feet, and the eerie, flickering firelight illuminated the hem of his wizard's robes, bringing a sense of solace to him and Professor Lockhart beside him.
As he continued to explore and use the spell more deeply, he gained an extremely profound understanding of it and began to cast spells without relying on the campfire.
Of course, his extremely unique pure spiritual intuition and the unique magical ability of fire in his bloodline alone could not have enabled him to do this so quickly. The real reason he was able to achieve this level was that he communicated and discussed with Lockhart every two or three days.
The combination of wisdom and talent does not always have to occur in one person at the same time; it can also be achieved through communication.
As long as you choose the right magic.
The wizard chooses magic, and magic also chooses the wizard to heal, soothe, and calm. This unique magical power is gradually changing Crabbe's own magical properties and his mindset. In turn, he is happy to accept this change and even actively embraces it, which makes the effect of the magic even more wonderful.
Professor Lockhart is right; he could have gone down the path of becoming a universally respected master of magic.
Vincent Crabbe didn't know how to express his emotions; he simply quietly ignited the bonfire of the soul whenever each professor needed it.
During this journey, other members of the Ravenclaw alumni association also discovered the wonder of the young wizard's magic. One of the more knowledgeable members suddenly had a thought and asked Professor Lockhart, "Can this magic heal the soul damage caused by the Crucifixion Curse?"
do not know.
Lockhart doesn't know everything.
But this incident gave the two of them an idea: Lockhart planned to write to another student to ask Neville's parents if they would be willing to participate in the research.
After all, he only knew these two people who had been harmed by the Crucifixion Curse.
The fact that the Death Eaters inflicted harm on Na'vi's parents is being redeemed by their children is clearly a story full of redemptive significance.
Everyone must take responsibility for their own life. Vincent Crabbe didn't express anything about this, but simply practiced the magic even more diligently.
Of course, this will take some time, giving Crabbe more time to grow and make the magic more powerful.
Otherwise, it would be too damaging for Neville to have hope dashed just like that.
"That's progress!"
Lockhart felt the soothing effect of the flames and light on the ground on his soul, his eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up.
Crabbe chuckled sheepishly, scratching his head as he quietly swallowed a piece of chicken leg from his mouth. His cravings became increasingly pronounced after he embarked on the path of magic, whether for better or worse.