allendalepharm Chapter 133 Magic: Thunderstorm and Mountain Fire
Chapter 133 Magic: Thunderstorm and Mountain Fire
Chapter 133 Magic: Thunderstorm and Mountain Fire
There is a general arrogance in the Ministry of Magic, which believes that the most powerful wizards in the world are in their department and that Dumbledore would need to build an army in the school if he wanted to take over the Ministry of Magic!
The Auror leader Scrimgeour was much more sober.
Leaving aside the understanding of the abilities of top wizarding giants, the distribution of ordinary magic masters in wizarding society alone makes the Ministry of Magic appear very pessimistic about its strength.
Pure-blood families, magic schools, various international organizations, and many powerful wizards, whether living in seclusion in the countryside or deep in the mountains, are scattered throughout the land.
Among these, what alarmed the Auror Office the most were the dark wizards who used extremely destructive black magic and had been marginalized by mainstream voices.
Scrinker even suspected that this was a terrible, overt conspiracy.
The fact that magic schools and the Ministry of Magic cannot use these dark wizards, and that society further excludes and restricts their living space in every way, forces these dark wizards to seek protection under the wings of pure-blood families!
The terrifying thing about this is that pure-blood families with long histories can always record some black magic that is so powerful that it can be called "anti-human," even if using these magics will bring terrible harm to black wizards.
at the moment.
This kind of dark magic, which Scrimgeour had never seen before, was destroying the Ministry of Magic's powerful and historically proven magical carriage at an extremely rapid pace.
The fact that such a dark magic attack on the magical carriage was launched at the extremely cruel cost of the life of a Thestral, a magical creature with powerful magic, led Scrimgeour to suspect that certain groups possessing knowledge of this magic had probably long wanted to use it against the Ministry of Magic's Auror escort teams.
His face was grave as he watched the Thestrals' blood envelop the carriage, with more and more arms sprouting from the blood and attacking. The air was thick with the stench of burning and the acrid smell of poisonous fumes.
He reacted extremely quickly, using various counter-curses and the universal "All Curses End," but none of them worked.
In fact, it wasn't just him; even the equally experienced and powerful Auror Kingsley had tried several times but failed to come up with any effective countermeasures.
"Damn it!" Scrimgeour cursed, anxiously watching his men being attacked outside the car window. "We're stuck here like this!"
"This is a transformation, not a curse," Lockhart suddenly said from the side.
"Huh?" Scrimgeour paused, then turned to look at him in confusion.
Lockhart shrugged. "No one says that magic in the Transfiguration field can't include black magic. In academic terms, it's a type of spell magic, and it includes black magic that everyone generally recognizes."
"The most common thing is cursing someone into turning into a pig. I think you Aurors have handled many similar cases of illegally using Transfiguration to attack others."
"No one knows more about defense against dark magic than me. As a professor, I strongly suggest that you consider using the Cleansing Charm to deal with this seemingly powerful spell."
"It belongs to the Vanishing Charm category, one of the five major areas of Transfiguration, and essentially possesses the ability to cleanse the world of the most extreme filth."
A fresh clean?
How to deal with this terrifyingly powerful dark magic?
Are you alright in the head?
Scrimgeour felt a sense of absurdity.
But Kingsley, who seemed to trust this man whom he considered a fraud, more than he did, simply waved his wand and did as he was told.
"Completely cleaned up!"
The spell had no visual effects, but all three people inside the carriage could clearly feel the mass of blood outside the carriage, which had sprouted many arms, shaking violently, as if resisting Kingsley's cleansing spell.
"It works!" Kingsley's eyes lit up. "Boss, this magic works!"
Even though Scrimgeour found it absurd, his eyes lit up. Without them even saying anything, he quickly waved his wand and unleashed a barrage of attacks on the dark magic.
Finally, through his and Kingsley's tireless efforts, the blood burst forth with a terrifying, ear-piercing vibration and vanished completely.
Bang!
Scrimgeour reacted swiftly, kicking open the door of the magic carriage and clinging to the doorframe. He shouted to his men, who were also trying to deal with the dark magic, "Two of you come pick us up! The rest of you, go provide backup!"
Soon, two Aurors arrived on flying broomsticks, and Scrimgeour and Kingsley quickly jumped on and flew swiftly into the distant clouds.
huh~
咻咻 咻 ~
One after another, figures riding flying brooms rushed over.
Only one magical carriage, pulled by a Thestral, remained parked in the sky.
"Unprofessional, don't you even know how to use a diversionary tactic?" Lockhart clicked his tongue, then suddenly noticed a wand that had been left on the opposite seat.
His magic wand.
"Not bad, Kingsley's got guts."
He smiled and raised his hand, and a small, golden, fluffy figure suddenly appeared on the opposite seat, picked up the wand, quickly jumped to his side, and handed the wand to him with its little paws.
"Goo-gig~" the little golden retriever chirped proudly.
"Good boy~" Lockhart smiled and rubbed its little head, picked it up and put it on his shoulder, then slowly stood up.
This was not easy. As he stood up, semi-transparent golden chains extended from every corner of the carriage, binding him and pulling him forcefully.
"Gurgle!" The little golden retriever bared its teeth angrily at the carriage, and its red cape suddenly began to sway and flutter rapidly, quickly stretching and growing into a red canopy that completely covered Lockhart.
This completely severed Lockhart's connection with the magic carriage.
The golden chains seemed to be alive, shaking and scratching rapidly inside the carriage, but Lockhart's presence could no longer be sensed.
See, this is why Scrimgeour is wary of the dark magic creatures around Lockhart; these monsters are sometimes like bugs in the world.
Lockhart was finally free from restrictions. He strode out of the carriage door, gracefully flew up, and landed lightly on the carriage ceiling.
He put the red cloak away again, since he wasn't very skilled at the magic he was about to cast, and it wouldn't be as smooth to cast it through the cloak.
The Thestrals pulling the wagon quickly reacted, turning around to attack Lockhart, the fugitive.
However, at that moment, translucent pink tentacles resembling jellyfish emerged from Lockhart's body, and the Wrongfully Killed Fairy flew down to the driver's seat, which actually silenced the Thestrals.
She always managed to get help from the magical creatures. She tilted her head and glanced at the Thestrals to make sure she could influence them before looking up at Lockhart standing on the roof of the carriage.
"I want to go to the highest point and look down on the entire battlefield."
Lockhart gave the order, gently raised his arm, and waved his wand at the sky. Soon, dark clouds surged and appeared in the clouds.
His spellcasting was slow, only affecting the weather over a few kilometers at a time.
Soon, the Thestrals pulled the carriages and roared into the sky, passing through clouds, making it seem as if they were about to escape while the Aurors were under attack.
Lockhart is waiting, waiting for someone with formal training to emerge.
He was absolutely certain that someone with formal training would appear here!
He might not understand the way the Confederates operate, but he knew exactly what Voldemort would do, after all, there was probably no one in the world who understood Tom Riddle better than him.
The last time the Cobbler sent men to attack him failed, Voldemort would definitely question the Cobbler's abilities and even his loyalty. So this time, the eager Cobbler would definitely be here to ensure that nothing goes wrong again.
He absolutely did not want to bear the wrath of the Dark Lord.
Lockhart didn't actually necessarily want to kill Cobain.
Dumbledore suspects that Cobbane is a bait thrown out by Voldemort, which also means that Dumbledore might be able to find Voldemort, who is hiding in the bushes and whose tail he can never catch, through Cobbane.
Okay, Lockhart has the strategic resolve to tolerate the fact that the enemy is still alive and kicking around.
But Vincent Crabbe's soul must be won back!
The reason he was willing to cooperate with the Aurors in the capture was because he was waiting for such an opportunity; he knew there would be one!
See, his judgment was correct; changes did indeed occur.
The people shouting for help could not possibly be Harry Potter and his friends. Professor McGonagall would never allow a group of students to attack the Ministry of Magic's Aurors, especially at such a sensitive time. She would definitely be keeping an eye on these students.
The recent incident, in particular, where the so-called "reopening of the locked room" led to the death of a student, is somewhat suspicious. Therefore, they will be keeping a close eye on everything at the school, not wanting any more problems to arise.
So...
These people who claimed to be coming to save him were actually planning to kill a few Aurors to make him a complete enemy of the Aurors; the distinction between friend and foe was already clear.
Where exactly are you, formally trained professional?
I'm about to escape now, and the people you sent are being held back by the Aurors. Are you just going to watch me get away like this?
But it seems that those with formal training have the willpower to remain out of the limelight.
"It's okay~"
Lockhart murmured softly, facing the fierce winds whipped up by the Thestral carriage's rapid movement, "You won't be able to hide any longer."
A wisp of black smoke flew out from the red cape on the little golden retriever's back, transforming into a strange mirror with several terrifying eyes. It rapidly spun around Lockhart, ready to defend him against any possible attacks.
Strictly speaking, Boggart was capable of protecting him from all offensive magic except for the "Funny Funniest Curse," including the terrible Killing Curse!
Yes, Boggart came along with the little golden retriever; how could he possibly miss Lockhart's adventure?
Finally, the Thestral chariot flew high into the sky. High above, dark clouds had unknowingly covered a large part of the surrounding sky, and it seemed that the boundary could not be seen in the distance.
This was Lockhart's first time using this magic, after all.
This was the first truly meaningful magic he invented in his magical life after transmigrating.
"Thunderstorm Mountain Fire!"
He whispered the incantation, as if he could feel nature responding to his magic, as if he could feel the wind, clouds, air, light and shadow in the sky, all responding to him.
That feeling was so wonderful, so interesting.
(End of this chapter)