allendalepharm Chapter 158 This body is not mine!
Chapter 158 This body is not mine!
Chapter 158 This body is not mine!
Was Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly true or false?
Suddenly waking up, I realized with a start that this body is not mine!
The mystery of why time travel cannot change anything lies in the fact that few people can truly understand the behavioral patterns shaped by the acquired influences of nature, environment, society, bloodline, and so on, so that they cannot break free from the cycle and continue to walk on the same old path.
Lockhart wasn't sure what Zhuangzi meant by "This body is not me" in his previous life, but this was the answer he had received in his current life journey.
He was fortunate enough to become a time traveler, and even more fortunate to embark on the path of joining other people's adventures in pursuit of the blossoming of magic, thus gaining a profound understanding of this aspect.
What's interesting about this kind of understanding is that he can do the opposite.
He allowed his body to think and act autonomously, letting it continue the traces of the past, to do what Voldemort was originally going to do.
Lockhart thus truly perceived some details of Voldemort's use of the flight spell, similar to the magical tricks Dumbledore had mentioned.
He felt the fascinating power of the snake-like voice that guided the sea serpents, a feeling completely different from that of a "forest darling" pleading for help from the forest.
They eventually arrived at a rocky cave, which Voldemort seemed to have initially intended as a secret escape route. As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and after realizing that he would become the powerful Dumbledore's enemy in the future, he began to make some preparations.
"The corpse has risen from the dead!"
This is an extremely bizarre black magic spell; Voldemort transformed a pre-prepared body into a vulva.
This is not a resurrection.
In some ancient witchcraft practices in Haiti and Africa, this kind of witchcraft about the River Styx leading to reality is usually associated with terrible dark power, and light and fire are always their nemesis.
It's amazing how a human body can be transformed into a dark magic creature with such a simple spell.
Of course, this is related to Voldemort's own path of exploring the magical realm of life and death, as well as the direction of malevolent dark magic.
He's good at this.
Just then, Lockhart keenly sensed a time magic operating within him. He quickly took control of his body, Apparating to a familiar spot on the island, and then switched to the Flight Charm to fly rapidly in the direction from which the magic was occurring.
He soon spotted Coban, and Ms. Mary, whose figure was rapidly disappearing.
Lockhart cast an illusion spell on himself, the powerful magic allowing him to remain undetected and float high in the sky to observe Coban's condition.
Tom had already performed some "minor surgeries" on Coban, continuing the same methods he used to manipulate Ginny, opening a backdoor within Coban's body, brain, and mind.
This is a sophisticated application of the Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses. What makes it even more terrifying than the Imperius Curse is its extreme secrecy. When Ginny was affected, she frequently appeared under the noses of Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and even Professor Dumbledore, yet no one noticed anything amiss.
To put it somewhat inaccurately, they installed a backdoor in Ginny's brain, along with a sealed and encrypted system and driver, ready to be activated to replace the original system when necessary.
Currently, the minor surgery performed by the surgeon is nearing completion, except that the hidden drive system has been taken over and operated by Lockhart.
The only problem with doing this is that this method is too conspicuous for Voldemort, who can detect the situation as soon as he makes contact.
Lockhart then needed to go a step further, to go back in time, to complete the final step there, and then let the power of time cover up all traces—this is the intriguing "mystery of history."
Lockhart never expected that his good intention of helping Ms. Mary regain some memories that wouldn't affect her would actually bring her some benefits.
Ms. Mary is actually the daughter of Coban Yaxley?
ha~
This is so interesting.
"Then let this be my compensation, while I still possess Voldemort's magical powers."
He smiled and gently waved his wand, pointing it at the disappearing Mary. A strange shadow was pulled from her body. It wasn't difficult; not every bloodline curse is so powerful as to be unbreakable. The curse that had plagued Mary for three generations was actually related to the time-biased bloodline within her, and it would be temporarily lifted over time.
Voldemort had some in-depth knowledge of bloodlines, and with his abilities, he accomplished this very easily.
Soon, the curse within Ms. Mary was removed, and Lockhart casually tossed it onto Cobben.
The expansion time rapidly shattered, spinning wildly.
Lockhart glimpsed some traces smoothed over by time in the time tunnel: the birth of Mrs. Mary, how Mary's mother, driven by love turned to hatred, gradually became the Banshee, and how the additional curse on Cobbane attacked Cobbane in return, completely covering up some traces of Lockhart and Tom's manipulation of Cobbane.
"Nice~"
Lockhart woke up quickly.
He didn't open his eyes, but savored this interesting experience, similar to Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly, feeling the influence on his own mind, the influence of his body's bloodline, and the differences between his body and Voldemort's cub Tom's.
The power of the soul campfire helped him to more clearly find and feel this subtle feeling.
"Hey, Ms. Mary, you're awake!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.
This unfortunate kid once again escaped the adventure prematurely, and his performance was truly appalling, but it's not entirely his fault.
The more psychologically troubled a person is, the harder it is for them to understand themselves, let alone actively influence their body to do things that go against the thoughts driven by their brain.
He could only play the fool on this journey, then jump into the sea and drown, gaining nothing.
Lockhart suspected that Tom would also have little chance of gaining anything. The experimental subject's behavior in the previous scenes showed almost no characteristics of "Tom," and he did everything according to "Lockhart's" behavioral patterns.
"Is everyone still asleep?" Mrs. Mary asked Ron.
"Yeah, that's how it's always been. Goyle and Crabbe somehow ended up in the flames, so now I'm all alone." Ron was an honest kid.
Honest kids are going to have a lot of bad luck.
Ms. Mary was not a proper wizard. Although she had not done anything particularly evil in her past life, according to the current classification of wizards, she was a standard dark wizard.
Whether it's her identity as a dark wizard or her behavior as an ancient spiritual witch, she has never been one to follow the rules.
"Excellent!" Lady Mary drew her wand. "Expelliarmus!"
Heh!
Ron's wand flew out of his hand. Mary was about to continue casting the spell when she suddenly saw the child in front of her jump up, grab the flying wand, and fall to the ground and roll with a very standard Quidditch tactical move.
"They're all petrified!"
The child in front of them had clearly practiced countless times, incorporating the gesture of waving a wand into the rolling motion. Before he could even stand up, he had already cast a full-body binding spell on Ms. Mary with his wand.
But unfortunately, it was of little use.
A powder with a stone-like luster suddenly appeared in mid-air and quickly fell to the ground. Ron was surprised to find that the powder was actually some very small flying insects.
Done!
Ron cursed inwardly, and sure enough, he saw a tall chair fall towards him, deforming rapidly as it hit him, pressing tightly against his body and binding him firmly to the ground.
"Professor Lockhart's students are truly exceptional."
Ms. Mary looked at Ron in amazement. She herself taught young wizards in the Haitian wizarding community and knew how outstanding it was that a child of Ron's age could demonstrate such combat power and fighting skills.
"Please apologize to Professor Lockhart for me."
Her gaze turned somewhat complicated as she looked at Professor Lockhart, who stood among the stone statues on the ground. "I'm grateful to him for helping me recover some of my memories, the most valuable ones. I don't need to know the rest. I'm already very satisfied."
"This is what I owe him. Please tell him for me that I will find a way to make it up to him in the future, to the best of my ability!"
"But now, I'm sorry."
She waved her wand again, and a dark shadow quickly emerged from behind her. It was a bright red caterpillar with green growths, a full two meters wide, but strangely, it looked like a kite, thin and hollow inside, swaying in mid-air.
The caterpillar kite quickly covered her body, as if it had swallowed her whole, and flew up towards the chair, leaving only an empty chair behind, before quickly flying towards the stairs under the trapdoor.
"Damn it, you bastard!" Ron cursed angrily.
However, before he could even struggle to reach the wand that had fallen to the side, the giant caterpillar kite flew back through the trapdoor once more.
Boom!
A huge, furry wolf pawed at the trapdoor, and a malicious laugh came from inside. "Why aren't you running away? I really want to take this opportunity to kill you."
The surrounding mist dissipated.
Little Golden Retriever, Wrongfully Killed Fairy, Boggart, Winged Demon, Sack Cover, Guardian Silver Horse.
They had surrounded the area at some point.
Ms. Mary fell out of the kite, her face pale, and looked in horror at Professor Lockhart, who had somehow opened his eyes and was curiously examining the caterpillar kite.
"It's not the right time yet, Ms. Mary." His voice remained gentle, with its characteristic lightness and cheerfulness, but to Ms. Mary's ears it carried an indescribable air of authority.
"Recover quickly!" a voice rang out from the side. Ron finally broke free from under that damned chair, rolled over, and saw...
It turned out that Draco had saved him.
Meanwhile, Harry, Hermione, and the others all woke up and surrounded Mrs. Mary.