allendalepharm Chapter 129 How did you do that?
Chapter 129 How did you do that?
Chapter 129 How did you do that?
Early in the morning, Professor Kettleburn, who was a very good sleeper, woke up very early.
He listened carefully to the calls of various animals coming from the forest, quickly determined the time, hurriedly woke up the Weasley twins, and used magic to cleanse them of the filth and smell, urging them to hurry back to the school castle.
The professors usually turn a blind eye to nighttime outings, as long as you don't get caught.
They had to get back before everyone got up, lest they get caught red-handed.
The commotion clearly startled the baby hippogriff, causing it to let out a clear cry, which then woke Hagrid.
He rubbed his eyes groggily as he stood up, looking around in confusion. It took him a while to realize his situation before he couldn't help but ask, "Where's Professor Lockhart?"
"Look, over there." Professor Kettleburn pointed to the wall at the corner of the paddock, where Professor Lockhart was standing, gazing up at the sky.
"I'll go take a look."
He thought for a moment, then moved his prosthetic leg and slowly approached a little. "Professor Lockhart, what are you doing?"
Lockhart turned around with a bright smile on his face. "Look, there's both the moon and the sun in the sky at the same time."
Huh~
Professor Kettleburn chuckled. "How strange! It's the same in the evening."
The phenomenon of the sun and moon appearing in the same sky is not uncommon; if you observe carefully, you can see it every day.
"Really? I never noticed that before." Lockhart didn't have a good chance to pay attention to nature in his previous life. He was busy with his studies and odd jobs when he was young, and after graduation he became a corporate slave who worked overtime every other day. He was immersed in the quagmire of society and had long forgotten his own natural attributes.
He smiled slightly, his eyes somewhat unfocused. "You know what? The earth told me that destruction and life coexist..."
In fact, Dumbledore also said something similar in his magical notebook, "The Manipulation of Lightning," believing that lightning was a combination of life-restoring and destructive darkness.
"???" Professor Kettleburn looked bewildered. "What are you pondering so early in the morning?"
Lockhart didn't answer, but just muttered, "Wilbert Slinka, the author of Defense Against Magic, mentioned in his book that curse-breaking spells, whether they are general anti-curses or curse-specific anti-curses, are essentially curses."
"I used to think that magic and its counter-spells were like pencil and eraser."
"Only now do I realize that it's two sides of the same coin."
He should have understood this principle long ago: the definition of the Guardian Charm is not magic that protects the mind, but magic that protects the mind from being eroded by negative emotions and from being harmed by dark forces.
It looks the same.
But in reality, they are quite different.
Because, in essence, an excessive amount of positive energy eroding the mind is not a good thing, as it makes it difficult for wizards to integrate into society.
Dumbledore once told him about this, saying that he believed he should not be influenced by dark magic or positive magic. He was himself, with his own will, and could not be corrupted in the slightest.
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Professor Kettleburn said, indicating that he was an old man and his mind wasn't as sharp as a young man's.
"It's nothing, I just learned a little magic trick."
Lockhart spoke with a bright smile, took a step forward, and slowly floated down from the wall.
Professor Kettleburn's eyes widened. He had seen this magic before; the scene before him was all too familiar. He had seen it at the home of one of his former students. It was incredible that someone so young could invent such powerful magic.
Tom Riddle's Flying Spell!
Back then, everyone thought that this child was the next Dumbledore.
wrong!
Professor Kettleburn quickly realized that Lockhart's light and airy movements were different from Tom's flying spell. Tom's flying spell was very fast, faster than flying broomsticks, while Lockhart's movements were more elegant and light, like leaves fluttering in the sky.
"By applying the concept of anti-spells to casting magic, it becomes more controllable."
Lockhart provided the answer: "Anti-curses are not the eraser of the pencil of magic, but the other side of magic. They are not about control or breaking, but about mutual circulation."
Professor Kettleburn clicked his tongue. "This magical theory sounds a bit like the category of Transfiguration."
Lohatt nodded. "Yes, I have absorbed a lot of Dumbledore's wisdom."
"Self-inflicted conflict, self-struggle, it's so awkward! What I dislike most is Dumbledore's path of magic, it's too exhausting," Professor Kettleburn complained. "What's the point of pondering this stuff?"
"Of course it works!" a voice suddenly came from above the wall.
Professor Kettleburn's eyes widened in shock as he looked up at the top of the wall, only to find Lockhart still standing there, smiling down at him.
"!!!"
He blinked, absolutely certain that he had just seen Lockhart float down!
"Merlin's ripped jeans and hood!" he couldn't help but exclaim. "How did you do that?"
This is Hogwarts!
Hogwarts, with its powerful protective magic!
No one! No one can perform teleportation within this area without the approval of the school's castle guardian magic or the principal's permission. No one!
But Lockhart's position changed right before our eyes!
"As I just said, casting a spell in the form of a counter-spell makes it controllable," Lockhart explained, reappearing in front of Professor Kettleburn. "You can think of it as me casting a counter-spell of a drift spell, it's that simple."
"Huh!" Professor Kettleburn was completely bewildered as he watched Lockhart dart around. "You can do that?"
Of course you can.
Lockhart smiled and looked at his side. In Professor Kettleburn's field of vision, the Patronus Horse and the Vicious Werewolf stood guard beside him, seemingly standing separately yet also appearing to be one.
In the realm of magic, sometimes counter-spells are more mysterious than magic itself.
While unleashing a terrifying fire that burns the entire forest is undoubtedly dangerous and powerful, the true mystery of wizarding magic lies in casting a spell to make the forest rise again from the ruins.
So interesting.
Of course, theory is theory, and practice is practice.
This theory applies to magic that one can control, but what about the parts that one cannot control?
Lockhart needs to conduct some magical experiments to explore whether this theory is one of the truths of magic.
Tom, get to work!
……
A fairy tale book, a scene from Hogwarts, the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.
"Yes, I am not Ginny Weasley."
Lockhart, once again exposed by Tom, chuckled and wrote, "Interesting presence, hello, I am Albus Dumbledore."
—『！！』
Tom inside the Horcrux was stunned and uttered three exclamation marks in disbelief.
He never imagined that he would one day communicate with Dumbledore in this way. He quickly and carefully chose his words to avoid Dumbledore recognizing him.
At the same time, he felt a pang of sadness, wishing that Dumbledore could recognize him by his handwriting, which would mean that the professor was indeed paying attention to him.
Unfortunately, the professor didn't recognize him.
He was clearly overthinking things. Lockhart really liked Luna, Neville, and Ron, the students he recruited to the Duel Club, and had high hopes for these kids, but he didn't have the energy to properly memorize everyone's handwriting. He had too many other things to do.
The latest novel is first published here!
Being able to remember is a coincidence; not remembering is the norm.
Being too self-conscious is a mistake. No one is important. You need to realize that you are the protagonist of your own life, which also means that you are just a background figure in other people's lives.
Does Dumbledore have to like you or love you?
Don't overthink it. While you were in school, it was precisely during the most intense period of the struggle between Old Deng and Gellert that you were busy.
Lockhart chuckled and continued to explain the topic they had just discussed in detail, "The magic in a wizard's hands is a manifestation of their own desires. We need to restrain our desires so that the magic doesn't get out of control."
"If you let magic influence you, you will eventually become a slave to magic. You won't even be able to control what you do, because many times the decisions you make may be influenced by magic."
"In this way, you will find that you will be completely pulled into the vortex by the most terrible magic of 'fate' and will never be able to break free."
"Only through self-struggle and self-challenge, through such repeated trials, can we develop the strongest will of self."
"It can fight against fate!"
Yes!
That's right, Tom sensed it; it was Dumbledore's wisdom, it was the professor's words!
The one who wrote these words at this moment must be Dumbledore!
—Can wizards truly defy fate?
Tom couldn't help but voice his doubts. He prided himself on being intelligent and exceptionally talented, yet he was not without his own confusion.
"I've always felt like I'm being mocked by fate. I should have had a mother who loved me dearly, a noble birth, and a carefree childhood, but fate cruelly took all of that away, and I was powerless to stop it."
Tom longs for Dumbledore's approval.
He had secretly studied Dumbledore's past and knew that he was also a person manipulated by fate. He hoped that because of this commonality, he could touch the professor's heart.
"Of course you can!" Dumbledore gave him a definite answer. "To fight against fate, you should not deny the existence of the power of fate, nor should you ignore everything that fate brings. Instead, you should listen to the call of adventure that all of this brings, and step into it. My child, magic will naturally give you the power to resist it."
"And what you need to do is possess extraordinary courage, extraordinary wisdom, extraordinary ambition, and extraordinary tolerance!"
Tom was reading each sentence, each word, and each character with such care that he couldn't be happier. Dumbledore was personally guiding him; he was so fortunate!
He meticulously studied everything, hoping to come up with his own wisdom and then impress Dumbledore with it.
Never!
Dumbledore had never said so much to him before.
woo woo woo...
I was so touched.
"My child, remember this: love and beauty are not meant to fight against malice and cruelty; they are simply the other side."
"The absence of any aspect makes us incomplete."
"It will cause your will to lose its most important strength."
"..."
Outside the Gryffindor girls' dormitory where Dumbledore is located, the scene is eerily distorted into Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. The scene constructed there has been adjusted time and again until it is indistinguishable from the real-world Chamber of Secrets.
Even the smallest traces of moss in the corners of the wall are exactly the same.
There, Boggart transformed into a ten-meter-tall, upside-down god-corpse, forcefully pressing down on the basilisk to prevent it from escaping back into the cave inside the Slytherin statue's mouth.
Yes, the basilisk was resisting; it felt as if it were being hollowed out, and its dangerous, cold snake eyes began to dim and become weak.
woo woo woo...
It's going to die!
Please, just give me a quick death!
Truly, for the first time as a snake, it was so afraid and terrified of the snake-man's call.
However, it quickly stiffened its entire body, its soul filled with terrible fear, and remained motionless, as if frozen in place.
The little golden retriever pursed his lips, signaling Boggart to quickly drag the thing to its proper place and wait for Lockhart to bring Little Tom, the experimental assistant, over again.
(End of this chapter)