allendalepharm Chapter 117 No More Barriers
Chapter 117 No More Barriers
Chapter 117 No More Barriers
The next morning, it was as if the whole world was plagued by owls, with the sky filled with these mailmen delivering newspapers and magazines.
This unexpected incident at the British Ministry of Magic has ignited public opinion in the global wizarding community like a depth charge.
There were discussions about the Ministry of Magic's system, debates about whether there were more powerful magicians in the Ministry of Magic or magic schools, and arguments about whether werewolves should be cared for or all of them should be captured and executed.
Journalist Rita Skeeter should be proud, given the significant role she played in this.
She was the one who persuaded Fudge and Umbridge to hold a book signing for Lockhart at the Ministry of Magic, propelling Lockhart to instant fame and building momentum for the event step by step. She was even the first to interview the wife of the captured werewolf. It was her, it was her, it was all her.
But in the end, the newspaper with the highest sales volume for the most important event—the attack on the Ministry of Magic building—was the one she had always looked down on, "The Quibbler"!
The reason was simply that Xenophilius Lovegood (Luna's father), the editor of Quibbles, happened to be standing near Minister Fudge, happened to be startled by the werewolf and fell to the ground, and happened to be holding the magic camera, well, at least that's what Rita thought.
Regardless of the coincidences, Lovegood captured a photograph that was destined to leave a deep mark on the history of wizarding media.
A photograph shows Lockhart stepping forward, elegantly waving his wand at a werewolf charging towards him, when the Ministry of Magic's incompetent staff are powerless against the werewolf.
Behind Lockhart were Fudge, the Minister of Magic, who was in a panic; Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, who looked desperate; Coban Yaxley, who was wailing in agony on the ground; the anxious Aurors; ordinary people from all over the world who had come because of this book signing; and Gilderoy Lockhart, the little wizard who was the savior Harry Potter!
He shielded everyone behind him, waving his wand with elegance and lightness, displaying unparalleled bravery and fearlessness in the face of the ridiculously large werewolf who resembled a fire dragon.
He is our great hero!
He is the most famous magic master of our time!
He is the savior of saviors!
he.
He is the most deserving superstar of this era!
Superstar, we all love you!
In any case, Lockhart reached the pinnacle of his fame, completely fulfilling his life's ambition, and could rest in peace.
So Lockhart died.
In Lockhart's office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, when he returned to this quiet corner to be alone from the hustle and bustle of society, he was surprised to find that his mind was unusually clear.
The clamor of those memories still lingers, but it's like the bustling noise of the street outside the house—easily overlooked if you're not paying attention.
It was at this moment that Lockhart realized that the reason he couldn't fully concentrate his thoughts to cast spells effectively was that the emotions, will, desires, and everything else emanating from the original body's complete memories were instinctively interfering with his magic.
This interference is silent and difficult to detect.
But now, after he has completely digested the original body's memories and these influences have been removed, he realizes that a complete mind is not greatly affected by those external memories.
He sat quietly by the window in the dark office, with his colleagues beside him, and in a daze, he seemed to see a faint curtain.
The veil seemed to have existed since time immemorial, swaying with the breath of life, and a pale figure appeared there at some unknown time.
"Thank you~" The figure had a bright smile on his face. "Building a reputation has always been my pursuit, and what you have done is exactly what I dream of. I have no regrets, and it's time to embark on a new journey."
Lockhart smiled at him and nodded. "I also thank you for giving me the opportunity to come to this wonderful and fantastical world."
The figure bowed slightly, gracefully and slowly retreating into the scene, disappearing completely.
The original owner's life has come to a complete end; it's time for him to make a grand exit.
But Lockhart's new life has only just begun.
From then on, there was no longer a table, and Lockhart felt completely relaxed. He began to feel the magic power within his body surging and rapidly changing.
This change is all-encompassing, most noticeably in his body.
The relationship between the body and soul in the magical world is extremely delicate; it is not simply a vessel. Voldemort's snake-like appearance on his face is the most obvious example.
At this moment, Lockhart is also undergoing such a change.
His expression shifted, and he gently waved his hand at the moon outside the window. Instantly, a ray of moonlight was summoned, pouring more intensely into the office and brightening the room slightly.
She walked up to the full-length mirror and carefully examined herself.
It's very familiar; it's the same body I've seen since I transmigrated, yet it's starting to look a little different. That difference happens in every tiny detail, as if it's being fine-tuned.
Yes, his body is being influenced by this magic, becoming more in harmony with the state of his mind.
Perhaps this is what they mean by "your appearance reflects your heart."
After the "original work" is no longer the "original work", "Lockhart" is no longer "Lockhart".
He is gradually becoming his own persona, not the original Lockhart, nor the person from his previous life whose mindset was completely different from his current one.
But appearance is fleeting; he is more concerned with his inner state.
Lockhart gently closed his eyes, waving his wand, allowing himself to sink into a deeper level of self-awareness.
He seemed to see himself in a house, perhaps what could be called an atrium? It didn't matter what the name was; he could see the figures outside the window.
Those were the original body and the memories he had stolen, clamoring and shouting outside the window, yet requiring careful listening to be heard clearly.
And there are four additional beings in this house.
One is the guardian horse, and the other is the wild werewolf. They are like extra branches that have grown out of my soul, and they seem to be one with me, without any clear boundaries.
There was also a silvery, viscous, plasma-like surging ball of light, similar to an Obscurus state. This was the guardian power of 16-year-old Tom as he entered a state of utter bliss and perfection, maintaining a certain balance between Voldemort's curse on the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.
It creates a subtle connection with oneself.
The last one was something Lockhart hadn't expected.
A fairy was wrongfully killed.
Oh, he suddenly realized that he had asked the wronged fairy if she wanted to live in his heart.
He had always thought that the unjustly killed fairy was parasitizing his body in some unique way, but he never expected that she would actually live in his body.
With a clear mind, Lockhart suddenly felt his own spirituality.
It was a state that was difficult to express in words.
Under the spiritual light, some ideas popped up like bubbles in a boiling pot of soup.
Then he suddenly had a very subtle realization.
His journey since transmigrating has been somewhat deliberate.
Specifically, under his insistence, the magical path of "fairytale romance" has produced the "fairytale" element, but the "romance" element is gradually disappearing.
He seems to be falling into the same trap as Hermione, using magic as a tool.
It shouldn't be like this. Magic is everything; it's in every aspect of life. He should pursue the truth of life, and under the influence of magic, fairy tales will naturally come.
He benefited from the original owner's understanding of "fairytale romance," but also accepted the original owner's limitations in this regard.
Now, the original owner's influence is gone.
"Yes, thank you for bringing me into this wonderful and beautiful world."
Lockhart murmured, "I will go and truly experience its beauty."
Tom!
Uncle is here again!
Uncle has a new inspiration for the magic trick you invented before; perhaps we should exchange ideas again.
Hogwarts is bustling after the Christmas holidays, as the professors begin preparations for the upcoming six-month-long "House Cup."
This refers to the fairy tale adventure story "The Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts" proposed by Professor Lockhart.
This is a very interesting endeavor, and the professors are all very willing to invest their time and effort in it.
In fact, some professors did something similar last year.
In that game of challenges, Hagrid provided Fulvi the Cerberus, Professor Quirrell provided the Troll, Professor Spreader provided the Devil's Web, Professor Flitwick provided the Flying Key, Professor McGonagall provided the Wizard's Chess, Professor Snape provided the Flame Potion, and Professor Dumbledore provided the Mirror of Erised.
The experience wasn't quite as enjoyable as it seemed, since there were only three young wizards playing the game: Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
This time, however, it was aimed at all students in the school.
The original cast is back in action!
The only difference is that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changed from Professor Quirrell to Professor Lockhart and assistant professor Kettleburn.
Yes, everyone really enjoyed it and came up with so many brilliant ideas, except for one guy who always seems like a spoilsport.
-Severus Snape.
"I must remind you," he said, glancing around at the professors who were excitedly discussing, "that everyone has a heavy teaching workload, and students are under a lot of academic pressure. You and the students may not have enough time to play these tricks with our Professor Lockhart."
this is the truth.
Take Harry Potter, for example. This kid is actually quite talented and performs well in every subject, but even so, in order to squeeze in time to participate in Quidditch training and Professor Lockhart's "Duel Club," he often has to do his homework half-heartedly.
If Harry is like this, then the other students who are not as good as Harry are even more distressed. It is already so difficult to complete their homework, and it almost takes up all their time.
That's how magic schools are; wizards only receive seven years of training in their entire lives, so the schools have to take up more of the young wizards' time.
During this year's Christmas holiday, which lasted a full three weeks, every course assigned a large amount of homework.
Snape's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the room, instantly silencing the once lively meeting room. Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
Old Deng was too busy to participate in this game of make-believe, so the professors all turned their attention to Professor McGonagall, the vice-chancellor, hoping she could say something.
Professor McGonagall, however, turned her gaze to Lockhart, after all, he was the mastermind behind this event.
"Professor Snape makes a good point," Lockhart said with a smile. "So, professors, I have a suggestion..."
"Perhaps you could do what I did and incorporate some of your coursework into this adventure? Observing students' grasp of the knowledge in hands-on practice is something I think there's nothing more intuitive than that."
As he spoke, he looked at Snape, "For example, you could poison the students in the dungeons, with swelling potions or something, and then prepare all the ingredients for the antidote nearby so they can concoct their own antidote?"
"I think this is much more interesting than them writing papers that are several feet long. At least you won't have to look at some brain-teasing material that you might even copy incorrectly when you're just copying homework, right?"
Snape was clearly tempted; he narrowed his eyes and slightly curled the corners of his mouth, as if he were imagining some interesting scene.
"Wow, great idea!" Professor Flitwick clearly loved the idea, waving his little arms excitedly. "I can set up a locked door in the adventure scene, and little wizards who can't use unlocking charms won't even be able to get in!"
This is an essential spell that first-year wizards need to master. If they can't even cast this spell, then there's really no point in participating in any adventures.
Professor Kettleburn, the old wizard eager to escape his increasingly tedious Magical Creatures Conservation class, particularly loved this arrangement. Listening to everyone's discussion, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly asked, "Can I put a fire-breathing dragon in the adventure scene?"
"I have good relationships with many dragon farms, and they would be more than happy to provide young wizards with a fire dragon."
I think you want the little wizards to die!
Everyone was starting to lose their composure.
Lockhart chuckled and nodded. "Perhaps we could place it in an adventure scenario involving older students. We could put a bunch of stone statues in the dragon's cave for the young wizards to use against the dragon, thereby training their shapeshifting abilities?"
Professor McGonagall was also intrigued by this.
Stone has been mobilized?!
Oh~
There's nothing more interesting than this!
agree!
I absolutely agree!
Honestly, the fire dragon might not actually be the most dangerous thing in the adventure scene. Professor Sprout could easily pull out some plants like poisonous tentacles or devil's webs, any of which would be terrifying.
Or Hagrid's little darlings, or even those strange and fantastical creatures bred in serious violation of the "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments" law, they are all incredibly outrageous.
Anyway, it's passed unanimously!
The workload will be greatly reduced next, and I'm sure the little wizards are looking forward to it, right?