allendalepharm Chapter 111 Holy crap, this young man
Chapter 111 Holy crap, this young man
Chapter 111 Holy crap, this young man
In Lockhart's eyes, Tom Riddle in the Horcrux of the diary is a dark magic creature.
Yes, Tom exhibits such clear characteristics of 'non-existence' and 'phenomenon' within the realm of dark magic creatures, and this same perspective can be used to analyze and target him.
This brings us to Lockhart's area of expertise.
One of the three major areas of Defense Against the Dark Arts: 'Biodefense Against the Dark Arts'!
As Lockhart gradually embarked on his own magical path, he became no longer satisfied with merely stealing the power from those dozen or so powerful wizards. He yearned to build upon this foundation and continue exploring deeper realms.
So, what is the deeper realm of "Black Magic Biological Defense"?
The answer is—Black magic creature breeding.
From this perspective, Rubeus Hagrid is actually a more in-depth macaque conservationist than Newt Scamander and Professor Kettleburn.
Professor Kettleburn's level is "understanding", Newt's level is "feeding", and Hagrid's level is "breeding".
Of course, the depth of their understanding does not imply a hierarchy of status or worth; they are simply cultivating their own fields at different levels.
Lockhart was simply trying to explore more specific areas of his talent.
He is actually quite good at teaching, or rather, he prefers to explore the essence of magic, find the principles by which magic works and know how to express them, inspiring others to unleash that magical effect.
Fate can be so strange sometimes, and perhaps this has some strange connection to his identities as a "writer" and a "professor".
Back when they were at the Crabbe family's rainbow bream farm, werewolves and dark wizards attacked, and Lockhart had prepared a whole host of countermeasures against the little golden retrievers' characteristics. Lockhart already had this idea back then.
The "breeding" of dark magic creatures differs from the breeding of magical animals because they themselves have no "biological nature," no birth, aging, sickness, or death, no true gender distinction, and naturally no concept of reproduction.
But that's what makes the magical world so interesting—the boundaries between different realms are always blurred.
Lockhart once told young wizards about the case of house-elves, believing that these magical creatures, due to their high involvement in "wizard life" and even "wizard fairy tale adventures," began to shift towards magical animal characteristics, exhibiting the unique life characteristics of birth, aging, sickness, death, reproduction, and life.
Learning the "Guardian Angel Charm" and its opposite, the "Call of the Wild," during this period has given him a new understanding of the manifestation of life's colors.
Life becomes real in the real world because it has color, and thus it becomes biological.
See, it makes sense logically now.
But how exactly do you put it into practice?
Magical experiments are always dangerous, and Lockhart didn't want to mess around with the little golden retriever and the others. It would be terrible if something went wrong. Since his transmigration, the reason he had never felt lonely and could so easily experience the wonderful fun of magic was because of the companionship of these little friends.
He already treats them like family.
Let's find a test subject to try it out.
—Tom Riddle!
Haven't you always longed for resurrection? Then I'll give you a hand, help you transform from a dark magical creature into a natural one, and help you radiate the unique colors of life.
Love, maternal love, what a great power it is, enough to make a pale and gloomy life shine with the most brilliant colors.
Tom!
Let me see your limits!
you can!
Lockhart continued to teach Tom until dawn, from the most fundamental and basic concepts of the Patronus Charm to every little trick in the book, drawing on a wide range of sources and covering every detail.
He shared everything without reservation, giving his all.
Then Lockhart witnessed just how amazing and extraordinary Tom's talent was.
Tom quickly realized the problem and raised a question that Lockhart himself couldn't answer: "Professor Lockhart, isn't the power of love actually binding us? Exploring this power only makes us lose the strength to move forward, right?"
Lockhart frowned slightly, pondering how to answer the question. He hesitated, holding his quill pen. He was serious about magic and didn't want to give his students any vague or ambiguous answers.
It is often said that one should not travel far from one's parents, and this is indeed true of maternal love sometimes.
and many more!
wrong!
He glanced sharply at the very beginning of the line, staring intently at the words "Professor Lockhart," and was utterly stunned. He quickly wrote in Ginny's voice, "What? Professor Lockhart? I'm Ginny—"
Before he could finish writing, a line of text quickly appeared below.
"Ginnie couldn't possibly explain the Patronus Charm so well. In fact, when I was studying at Hogwarts, no professor could explain magic so thoroughly."
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"Professor Lockhart, your presentation was so professional that it revealed your mastery of magic. The restrained precision and careful word choice you displayed exuded a genuine love and joy for magic—this isn't Ginny; you were the first person I thought of."
"So Ginny finally started to fear my existence and entrusted me to you? Right?"
"Let me guess, am I currently in the 'Hall of Secrets' at Hogwarts that Ginny described before, in that wondrous illusion you created?"
Good guy!
Lockhart exclaimed, "Wow!"
He blinked, looking at the confident and exuberant handwriting appearing in the diary, and couldn't help but begin to understand why the professors at Hogwarts used to like Tom.
I bet everyone would be just like him, exclaiming in surprise, "Holy crap, this young man!"
Lockhart had to admit that if he were Dumbledore, he would have really wanted to teach Tom all his skills to this student.
Just like the words the forest witch said to herself, "I hope you go further down this magical path," she hoped earnestly, without holding grudges, that this more talented person in front of her would let the magic she longed for bloom beautifully.
Lockhart remained silent for a while before finally placing the quill pen back on the page. "Yes, I am Gilderoy Lockhart."
He realized he couldn't let the other person's aura overwhelm him and began to fight back, "I don't know what kind of being you are, but from my professional perspective, you have the characteristics of a dark magic creature."
Tom was speechless and only replied with a bunch of ellipses.
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Lockhart continued writing, "Please forgive my attempt to influence you. I couldn't resist the urge to try and capture your essence the moment I saw you. I have been exploring the realm of transforming dark magical creatures into natural beings."
He looked at the wondrous diary before him with such care, his eyes brimming with the pure, eager curiosity characteristic of a researcher. "I mean," he said, "if you're willing, I might be able to help you gain the vitality unique to life. Perhaps you'll enjoy stepping out of the book and truly touching and experiencing this real and wonderful world!"
"Love is a great power that can make life vibrant."
"You're right, love can also be a kind of constraint, but isn't that what life is all about? A wild horse running free is certainly free, but it also loses its direction. We need to learn to put the beast in our hearts into a cage and tame it, instead of letting it tame us and run rampant, which will only lead us into a dead end."
"From dark magic creatures to natural beings, this is a grand adventure. You—" would you like to give it a try?
Lockhart's writing is full of Zhixin.
Like a strange uncle luring children with lollipops, or a mad scientist asking a caged monkey if it wants to be human, hope and ambition.
Tom was naturally happy to agree.
I'd be more than happy to.
There is only one thing he desires most right now: resurrection!
If it weren't for the need to influence Ginny to fully align with his life traits, he wouldn't have allowed her to release the basilisk from the secret chamber to attack the students, adding an unpredictable twist to his resurrection plan.
He hasn't even been resurrected yet, so how could he possibly be fixated on targeting Muggle wizards? That's a political stance, and it can't compare to his resurrection.
He can distinguish between what's important and what's not; he's not so idle as to be bored out of his mind.
And now, it's really funny, like someone bringing you dry firewood and charcoal in the dead of winter, and Professor Lockhart actually comes over saying he wants to help him resurrect.
He had no doubt about the truth of the matter.
Because his life journey has always been so smooth, no matter what kind of predicament he encounters, all sorts of benefactors will jump out and enthusiastically provide him with help.
He's used to it.
Just love?
Sixteen-year-old Tom was different from sixty-six-year-old Voldemort. He was still hoping to stay at Hogwarts after graduation, a place he considered home. He had not yet been completely expelled from the school by Dumbledore, who hated him from the bottom of his heart. He still retained a sliver of hope and recognition for love.
So sometimes you really have to say that Tom and Harry are on completely different paths.
Harry also made a place that wasn't his home his home, and he had parents who hated him from the bottom of their hearts and treated him like a freak. Fortunately, his uncle, no matter how much he hated Harry, never kicked him out of the house.
Tom was indeed turned away by Dumbledore, the head of the family.
He had not yet reached the point of utter despair at losing his "home," nor had he ever cast what was perhaps the most powerful spell of his life on this home he loved so dearly, cursing it, yet so reluctantly cursing only his position as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
This is like Harry being kicked out of the house by his uncle Vernon, angrily intending to curse the house, but ultimately only cursing his cousin Dudley to not stay in the house for long like him.
Hate, intense hate, but the underlying tone is love, intense love.
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"I've actually researched the magic of 'love,' and I don't know if I should believe in the power of 'love,' but I'm willing to try—"
Tom finally gave an answer.
Yo-shh~
Lockhart was delighted. Good heavens, Voldemort had even studied the power of love. That was truly astonishing.
With a strange expression, he casually asked on a page of the diary, "What kind of magic?"
Tom remained silent for a long while before slowly writing, letter by letter, on the page: 'Blood magic,'
A magic that explores love, blood ties, home, loneliness, happiness, betrayal, severance, and the inextricable bond!
"!!!"