allendalepharm Chapter 127 Mystery
Chapter 127 Mystery
Chapter 127 Mystery
Lockhart once said something very classic: "Oranges grown south of the Huai River are sweet oranges, but those grown north of the Huai River are bitter oranges."
If Crabbe's talent could be used properly, his future would be completely different. He could master more beautiful magic and stay away from evil magic. His primal, innate affinity for magic would not be corrupted by dark magic.
How great.
Avoid contact with such nonsense as the Fiery Curse.
The future is expected!
Well, Lockhart began studying the Fiendfyre spell.
It wasn't that he had this idea from the beginning; it was just that all the research results of the Crabbe family on this magic over the past few centuries were right in front of him, and it would be a waste not to take a look.
Then he discovered that the Crabbe family's magic books were truly amazing.
Perhaps the Crabbe family was genuinely concerned about the increasing number of mentally challenged children in each generation. Occasionally, a few genius Crabbes would try their best to organize the family's information on the Fiend Curse and explain it clearly in an extremely childlike tone.
An ancient family has been deeply cultivating a magic, influenced by magical philosophies from ancient, modern, and contemporary times.
He deduced it to an extremely profound level, and then began to break it down to the simplest level. Lockhart probably couldn't find such precious magical information anywhere else.
Lockhart has already begun reading these handwritten copies of the books.
Whether these books are returned to Crabbe Jr. in the future, or sent to his family branch in Italy after his death, he will be able to leave behind a valuable intellectual legacy.
Of course, he didn't abandon his research on weather charms either, referring to Dumbledore and Grindelwald's "Manipulating Lightning".
This magic notebook is also very precious. When you get tired of reading one, you can read another one to give your mind a break.
But as he looked at it over and over, he suddenly noticed something strange.
That evening, having just finished teaching the NEWT advanced class, Lockhart placed his massive notebook, "The Fiendish Curse of the Crabbe Family" and "Manipulating Lightning," together, pondering which knowledge to study. Suddenly, he vaguely sensed a strange connection between the two books.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite grasp what the specific connection was.
While putting fire and lightning together might lead to some unique interpretations, from an academic perspective like the Fiery Incantation and the Weather Incantation, they really don't match up.
He sat there until the noise outside the window gradually subsided, until the sunset was completely swallowed by darkness and the moonlight fell on the earth, but he still couldn't come up with anything.
"Let's go for a walk."
He picked up his teacup and found that there was no blood in it. He couldn't help but look at the unjustly killed fairy beside him, and received this suggestion from her.
The fairy who had died unjustly gently massaged his temples from behind, her voice very gentle, "Becoming a wizard isn't that easy, is it?"
Lockhart let out a long, comfortable sigh. "Stepping into a fairy tale and waiting for magic to unfold—that's what I always do. I see others learn magic so easily; all they need to do is know the incantation and the technique to play it quite well."
"Maybe---
She lowered her head, her long blonde hair cascading down, and looked into Lockhart's eyes. "You're the one walking the right path, aren't you?"
It is true.
Lockhart smiled. "I can't speak for others, but this is definitely the path that suits me."
Along this path, the magic that truly became integrated into his life was different from the other magic he had learned by digesting the memories of the Forest Witch, Lockhart, and Tom Riddle, not to mention the other magic he had learned on his own but only superficially.
Okay then, let's go for a walk.
He took the advice.
He patted the little golden retriever sleeping on his lap. The little guy was sleeping soundly with a half-eaten peach in his arms. When he felt the movement, he quickly pulled the peach closer and tapped Lockhart's leg with his fluffy tail. He dozed off for a while before opening his eyes.
Boggart transformed into a wisp of black smoke and flew out of the peach tree hole, crashing to the ground and transforming into a burly figure wearing a blood-stained burlap hood, hanging upside down. He walked over, took the little golden retriever, placed it on his shoulder, and let it continue sleeping.
The winged demon flew over, wanting to perch on its other shoulder, but was slapped away. It let out a few pitiful cries and finally landed on the edge of Lockhart's wizard robe pocket, curling up like a dark blue ornament.
A figure appeared above the red cloak in mid-air, swirling rapidly around the office until it grew enormous enough to completely obscure everyone's figures, before disappearing again.
Lockhart summoned his guardian horse, mounted it, and took his friends out for a walk.
Unbeknownst to him, he had made his way to the edge of the forbidden forest.
Feeling the joy of his own magic dancing in the forest, his slightly furrowed brows relaxed.
The forbidden forest is quite noisy at night; it's a time unique to nocturnal animals, a noisy scene born from this unique ecosystem.
For humans, it seems to have become part of the tranquility as well.
The birdsong at dawn and the chirping of insects at night—humans have always enjoyed this kind of tranquility that isn't entirely quiet.
Or rather, a tranquility brimming with life, rather than the deathly stillness of a dark room.
But tonight is a bit special.
The breeze in the woods carried a different message for him: the cheers of humankind.
Are the Weasley twins out for a nighttime stroll in the Forbidden Forest?
I wonder what interesting thing they discovered.
Lockhart, curious, urged his horse forward and soon arrived at Hagrid's Hippogriff enclosure. Looking through the fence, he was surprised to see several people there looking very excited.
Hagrid, Professor Kettleburn, and the Weasley twins, George and Fred.
He thought for a moment, then dispelled the concealment effect of the red cloak and walked into the enclosure.
"Professor Lockhart, you've come just in time! Come and see!" Professor Kettleburn spotted him and waved his prosthetic leg, beckoning him to come over quickly.
Lockhart greeted everyone and went over to find them gathered around a pile of hay, inside which was a huge egg.
The eggshell had already cracked, and a small, sharp beak was pecking at it with all its might, clearly indicating that the most important moment of hatching had arrived.
"The hatching of an animal is the most important moment in its life," Professor Kettleburn murmured excitedly as he watched the scene unfold. "It is the crucial moment when a creature becomes completely independent and whole. Whether its body will be strong and its mind resilient in the future is all so vividly displayed at this moment."
"Oh, look!" he exclaimed, "the little guy is getting used to the environment outside the eggshell."
Lockhart also found it amazing; he had never known that the hippogriff was born from an egg, which seemed to suggest that it came from eagle lineage.
He only knew before that this magical animal was said to be a hybrid of a griffin and a horse. There are countless ways to breed magical animals, but it is not easy to eventually form a complete new population instead of a rare case created by chance.
This monster, with the front half of an eagle and the back half of a horse, looks exceptionally powerful. Imagine having eagle legs as thick as a horse's forelegs, and huge claws extending from them—those things are no weaker than the claws of a fire dragon.
Soon, the little creature crawled out of its egg. Professor Kettleburn quickly pulled Lockhart and the Weasley twins back a few steps so that the little creature could go and meet Hagrid.
After all, it's Hagrid's turn to raise this little guy. They don't mind him coming to watch, but they shouldn't take away his right to do so. The experienced old wizard values this aspect quite a bit.
From a distance, the little animal cub looked adorable; it was tiny, even smaller than Hagrid's large nose, which was looking down at it tenderly.
It sneezed and let out its first cry, its voice still immature, yet already revealing the powerful presence of this flying beast.
"Oh~~" Hagrid's heart melted.
Having giant blood, his aesthetic sense is completely different from that of ordinary humans.
Humans prefer small, delicate animals, especially the cutest and most adorable ones, while giants prefer healthy, strong animals, because that means they can thrive in the harsh natural environment and in the ever-shrinking living space occupied by wizards and Muggles.
In this era, wildness also means a very high mortality rate. Wild beasts do not want to become like kittens and puppies, completely dependent on humans for survival. They yearn for some freedom in life, so they must be wilder, stronger, and more aggressive, otherwise they will never grow up.
The talkative Professor Kettleburn discussed with Lockhart the relationship between natural creatures and the natural environment, lamenting that the concepts of good and evil in wild animals and good and evil in humans might be completely opposite.
George and Fred, standing nearby, excitedly whispered among themselves about their brilliant ideas.
"Do you think that if a hippogriff mates with a horse, the offspring will still be eggs?" George suddenly wondered.
Fred's expression was somewhat strange. "A horse laying an egg, oh, Merlin's beard, that would be quite horrifying."
"But the world's first hippogriff was probably hatched from an egg laid by a mare," George explained his analysis.
"It seems to really be true," Fred's eyes lit up.
"Hey, kids." Professor Kettleburn turned and looked warily at the two restless students. "The Ministry of Magic enacted the Animal Breeding Experimentation Act back in the last century. I don't think you should have such dangerous ideas."
But clearly, his words did not have a good persuasive effect.
The twins' father is a typical example of someone who knowingly breaks the law, conducting research on casting spells on Muggle objects in his own shack. Not to mention, Hagrid is doing the same thing, engaging in various prohibited animal breeding activities.
Great wizards generally have a unique arrogance toward organizations like the Ministry of Magic. This is due to historical reasons, and it is also the inherent nature of wizards, who are magical beings whose spirituality should not be bound by birth.
Just like what's happening now, the young wizard has violated school rules and the headmaster's repeated warnings against going into the Forbidden Forest, appearing here in the middle of the night.
"Perhaps in modern society, wizards find it easier to find mystery when they are in a forbidden state?" Lockhart said thoughtfully. "As you know, mystery is always the source of magic."
Professor Kettleburn paused for a moment. "Is that so?"
"You always have some weird theories that you can justify," he muttered. "Anyway, I've warned the students."
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Professor Kettleburn felt he had fulfilled his duty as a professor and then gladly joined the twins in their discussion about the "hybrids crossing over again."
They spoke with even more excitement than the twins, their faces beaming with joy.
See, he's the same way.