allendalepharm Chapter 128 A Strange Dream
Chapter 128 A Strange Dream
Chapter 128 A Strange Dream
The baby hippogriff was born successfully and looked healthy. Hagrid was overjoyed and decided to hold a small bonfire dinner.
He was clearly not suited to be a chef, after all, giants and humans have a slightly different understanding of food, but his cabin had far too many top-quality ingredients.
Professor Kettleburn searched through his room and found a large piece of tender beef, a pumpkin big enough to be used as a carriage, various delicious dried fruits, and even a large bucket of Hagrid's homemade delicious cheese.
The twin brothers fled on a flying broomstick. Lockhart initially thought they were worried about Hagrid's strange taste in food, but a little while later they returned with a bunch of odd and wonderful snacks.
It was supposedly taken from the school's castle kitchen.
When they returned, Hagrid had somehow brought over a fish that was at least two meters long, which was wriggling and wagging its tail in his hand.
Lockhart provided two large boxes of glass-bottled Coca-Cola and various kinds of potato chips and other snacks, all of which he bought on Muggle Street. He ate a few bites to reminisce about his past life, and then left the rest untouched in his ring.
Compared to these processed foods with various additives, he preferred the food made by house-elves, or the hot pot made by the unjustly killed fairy with all kinds of poisonous snakes and insects. These were all pure, top-quality natural ingredients, delicacies that he rarely got to enjoy in his previous life.
Surprisingly, the snacks he brought out received unanimous praise from everyone.
Hagrid loved Muggle beer among his collection, Professor Kettleburn loved cola, and George and Fred loved everything except beer.
Lockhart's friends also joined in. Hagrid specially roasted the head of some unknown animal for the Winged Demon to gnaw on. It has to be said that he really knows what magical creatures like to eat. The Winged Demon ate it with great relish.
The winged demon is actually quite pitiful. Apart from occasionally getting some top-quality delicacies that Lockhart throws out when he's clearing memories, it usually eats whatever Lockhart has. Most of the food isn't even as appealing as what the school's owl mailman eats, well, at least that's how it is for it.
It is ultimately different from other dark magic creatures. The little golden retriever likes to eat because it is greedy. It can survive for a hundred years without eating and has no dietary needs. The curled-winged demon, on the other hand, would starve to death if it didn't eat.
This was a very happy campfire party for everyone.
Laughter traveled far and wide on the breeze through the woods.
Before they knew it, it was already late at night. The twins, who had secretly tasted some of the strong liquor that Hagrid had brought out, were rolling around drunk in a ball. Professor Kettleburn had long since fallen asleep in front of an abandoned large wheel. Hagrid lay sprawled on the ground, but still carefully protecting the hippogriff cub in his arms.
Lockhart stretched, drew his wand and cast a spell on the campfire, took out some blankets from his ring and covered everyone with them, yawned, and leaned against the campfire to fall asleep.
The "Soul Campfire" spell has a unique soothing effect, healing the mental and emotional damage that wizards suffer from when they overexert themselves with emotions and temper their will.
In fact, it is not as simple as a healing spell for the soul.
This seemingly insignificant spell, the one most commonly used among all the spells the forest witch possessed, connected her to nature and its creatures, building bridges for her to further connect with the spirituality of nature.
In Lockhart's "Walking with Trolls," based on the adventures of a forest witch, the reason the witch was able to gain the troll's favor was precisely because of the troll's great influence.
Unfortunately, the Forest Witch, coveting the prosperity of Muggle society, came to the big city, far away from nature, the forest, and her troll friends.
The connection with the spirituality of nature is a wonderful thing.
The fairy who died unjustly was about to re-enter Lockhart's mind when, halfway through, she was gently but firmly pushed away by an extremely vast force.
She tilted her head and looked at Lockhart with some confusion.
Soon, she felt a familiar power of the earth, but it was not the pure power of the earth; rather, it was a forest magic that contained a portion of the earth's power.
"Gurgle!"
The little golden retriever stood up from Lockhart's arms and stared warily at the unjustly murdered fairy.
It's always like this; no matter how good the relationship is, it's always on guard against these underlings potentially harming Lockhart.
The Fairy of the Wrongfully Killed shook her head at it, floated to Lockhart's side, bent down and stared at Lockhart's condition, her split ape-toothed mouth saying, "You'd better not disturb him right now."
She began to glow, and pink phantoms resembling jellyfish tentacles extended from her body, swaying in mid-air as if sensing something.
"Little Golden Retriever, come down here. I think he needs some help right now."
"Goo-gi?" The little golden retriever hesitated.
"Listen to her!" Boggart woke up at some point, and the thick black smoke exploded into a tall, upside-down Kobe holding a giant axe shaped like a cross, standing guard beside him, advising, "Our feelings for our master are no less than yours. You can't always treat us like outsiders, making it seem like you're the only partner he should trust."
"Goo-hoo!" The little golden retriever proudly raised its head, gesturing to its golden fur.
Boggart was furious. "What do you mean that just because your master gave you a name it means he trusts you the most? Dark magic creatures don't need names!"
That's something only humans need.
But the little golden retriever was quite pleased with himself.
But at that moment, a large amount of pink light suddenly emanated from the Fairy of the Wrongfully Killed, with wisps of yellowish-brown dust moving within it, faintly resonating with the power emanating from Lockhart.
She has a temper too; when the little golden retriever wouldn't let her pass, she was ready to take action.
"Hey~, don't do that." Boggart quickly turned around to persuade the wronged fairy, "Don't do that, we are—, but—, how did we say it again?"
"Family!" A cold and cruel voice suddenly rang out from the side, startling the three of them. They turned around and were shocked to find a werewolf covered in black smoke that had appeared nearby at some point.
"Family," the werewolf said again, "you can define it that way."
It gestured to the guardian horse wreathed in silver light beside it, "We were all pulled from his heart by the power of the forest. This damned horse is supposed to be the guardian of souls, but it can't do anything at such a crucial moment."
As it spoke, it looked warily at the two-colored campfire beside it, "It was the fire that was working, allowing the magic of the forest to enter and merge into his heart."
"I believe in the power of the forest, but I don't trust it. Humans' unconditional dependence on nature's power will only leave them defenseless when nature decides to treat them cruelly." The werewolf looked at the unjustly murdered fairy. "If you have a way, I hope you can get involved, break the balance between him and the magic of nature, and provide him with the power to resist."
"I agree with this decision," said the guardian horse, looking at the little golden retriever. "Although we can all be considered dark magic creatures, the werewolf and I clearly represent his will better, don't you think?"
The little golden retriever finally nodded, stepped aside, but kept its eyes fixed on everyone.
These creatures before it all seemed incredibly powerful: werewolves, horses, the wronged fairy, boggarts, even the red cloak floating in the sky and the winged demons hanging upside down from the trees above, but it wasn't worried about them at all.
One by one, we'll take them down; a whole group, we'll take them all down.
Can't its three hands completely clean all the organs of these dark magic creatures?
Extremely brutal!
It looked coldly at Boggart, which made Boggart tremble with fear.
Boss, don't force me to take sides. You guys are all so powerful, I can't afford to mess with any of you.
Boggart quickly looked at the Winged Demon, only to find that the little rascal had been completely affected by the "Soul Campfire" and had fallen into a deep sleep without being awakened by such a commotion.
No, I should have stayed asleep too. This campfire is good for me, after all.
Boggart sighed inwardly.
The Fairy of the Wrongfully Killed clearly ignored the thoughts of her companions, focusing all her energy on Lockhart and beginning to mobilize the power of the earth.
The earth is not just the forest; it possesses a far greater power, and in theory, its magic is on a higher level than that of the forest. However, she herself is not the earth and cannot contend with the great power of nature.
Fortunately, she didn't need to fight back. She knew better than anyone else that Lockhart seemed to be receiving help from natural magic. She was just a little worried and wanted to help keep an eye on him.
Soon, she floated in mid-air, her hands outstretched, and a huge, burning pyre with chains appeared behind her as the earth's power surged rapidly.
Lockhart had a very strange dream.
He dreamed that he had turned into a rabbit, a very ordinary rabbit, living in a primeval forest.
The rabbit seems to have lived in the forest for a very long time, witnessing the birth of the forest.
It was a grassy hill where a bird brought seeds that quickly took root, sprouted, and grew strong. The seeds then spread and attracted all sorts of animals, who carried them to various parts of the hill. Eventually, it became a forest with all kinds of plants and animals.
The forest experiences the vibrant life of spring, the flourishing of summer, the withering and fruition of autumn, and the slumber of winter.
Experiencing the cycle of the four seasons as time flows by,
They experienced heavy rain, strong winds, hail, and all sorts of disasters.
But these disasters ultimately failed to destroy the forest; instead, they made it grow even more lush.
The forest is becoming more and more vibrant.
But in the end, a bolt of lightning ended everything.
It was a gloomy day; dark clouds rolled in, covering everything, and lightning tore through the shadows, striking a large tree.
Flames rose up.
The flame grew larger and larger, eventually spreading outwards like wildfire.
The rabbit was terrified and quickly ran away into the distance.
However, the strong winds fanned the flames, making them grow larger and larger, as if they were about to set the entire forest ablaze.
The rabbit ran in terror toward the river, running along the riverbank until it reached a large lake.
It thought to itself that this place should be safe.
But it clearly underestimated the devastation of the forest fire; the flames surged forth, seemingly turning the entire sky red.
A terrifying sense of suffocation enveloped the entire lake.
The rabbit jumped onto a large rock by the lake, looking around in despair, not knowing what to do.
It saw many animals wailing in the flames, and watched as all sorts of animals from the forest converged into a torrent of escape, running towards it.
The flames chased after everything.
The fire surged and seemed to completely fill the rabbit's vision. It stared blankly as animals engulfed in flames rushed towards it, its pupils widening to their maximum size.
dying!
It had such a desperate premonition.
It's terrifying; these animals covered in flames will definitely kill anything that stands in their way.
Can..
It looked back and found that there were no other rocks on the lake for it to escape from. It couldn't swim, so it could only helplessly watch as the 'fire monsters' rushed towards it from the sea of fire.
The despair of impending death completely filled its heart.
What should I do?
What should I do?
Suddenly, the earth seemed to respond to its call.
Yes, it's strange, nature abandoned it, but at this moment it felt the power of the earth.
In the eyes of the earth, the burning of forests is just part of the earth's cycle. The destruction of this forest and the death of forest animals will only accumulate the power for the earth to give birth to forests again.
The rabbit suddenly felt a sense of detachment.
It seemed to be enveloped by the power of the earth, sinking into the earth to absorb the benefits brought by the destruction of the forest. Looking back, its body began to grow a human torso, with gaping maws full of fangs splitting open on its body.
But it itself quickly transformed into a human, with its hands outstretched, bound by chains to a huge wooden cross-shaped stake, waiting for the forest's crimson flames to burn it.
What should I do?
After it became him, he quickly came up with an idea.
He gently raised his hand, his will so firm that the chains could no longer bind it.
He pointed at the forest fire, chanting an ancient runic incantation, "Extinguish the raging fire!"
This powerful magical force swept across everything, engulfing the great lake, the forests on the hills, and spreading across the wider land.