allendalepharm Chapter 95 We Can Walk into Darkness
Chapter 95 We Can Walk into Darkness
Chapter 95 We Can Walk into Darkness
As the saying goes, "Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me."
Lockhart observed Draco's condition and suddenly had a solution to the problem that was troubling him.
Yes, he was right there, on the top floor of the town's clock tower, holding a cup of red tea and looking down at Draco and the hunters.
He has recovered from his wolf-like state and returned to his human form.
This was not difficult for him. His self-existence will far exceeded the understanding of ordinary wizards, the power of the Patronus Charm to protect his soul, and the intervention of the "Restore Human Form Charm" on his body. Even though he still had a restless desire for blood, he was still barely able to maintain his human form.
Of course, it's just barely managing to stay afloat.
He knew that if he relaxed his tense mind, or let his guardian horse wander off to other places, he would instantly feel the call of the moonlight and become a werewolf.
But this is precisely his problem.
I accidentally developed the ability to control this aspect, and I am unable to be corrupted by the werewolf's dark magic power.
It can influence one's physical form and affect one's emotions and thoughts through physical stimulation, but it cannot reach the deepest part of one's soul.
His solution to the werewolf characteristics—"completely accept the werewolf identity, and then completely deny the werewolf identity"—was stuck at the beginning.
Whenever the unique dark power of wolfsbane begins to boil and erode his mind, his guardian horse will automatically appear beside him, triggering his most instinctive self-protection mechanism.
How to solve this?
He had already given up on the idea.
Seeing Draco's performance, I suddenly had an idea.
Abandon the protection of the Guardian Charm for the soul and actively embrace the power of darkness.
"That's an interesting idea."
Perhaps this is one of the benefits of becoming a professor: when he teaches his magical ideas to young wizards without reservation, he finds that these ideas take root and sprout in every spiritual soul, bearing many unexpected fruits.
Then learn it again and make it part of your magical path.
Following Draco's approach, he immediately had an idea.
Forgetfulness Spell!
His current mastery of magic is more than enough to solve this problem easily.
"Forget everything, and all is emptiness!"
He cast a spell on himself.
Completely forget everything about being human!
This is an extremely dangerous attempt. If he is not careful, no one will know that his problem could cause him to cast a counter-curse on the forgetting spell, and he might forget everything for the rest of his life.
But that's where the fun begins.
He was not in the normal real world at this moment, but in the world created by the phenomenon of the black magic creatures "sacks" and their mental collisions.
When he leaves this world, regardless of the reason for his departure, the power within him will become unbalanced again due to the loss of the sack cover.
Such an imbalance was enough to trigger the Guardian Angel Spell again, fully stimulating his soul and instinctively resolving the memory issues.
This is the benefit of exploring the essence of each spell so deeply; he was able to use these characteristics to create opportunities for himself.
The forgetting spell he is now casting is the most standard forgetting spell; it is not copying or cutting, but forgetting. Everything in his memory is being forgotten rapidly.
The guardian horse beside him, having lost the support of its magical source, once again turned into a wisp of silver smoke and eventually disappeared.
"This will be a great adventure."
He felt his memories fading rapidly, smiled as he finished the last sip of black tea in his cup, and looked at Draco in the dark corner in the distance, smiling slightly.
"We may walk into darkness, but what does it matter as long as we retain the light in our hearts?"
This is what he said to Draco.
I was also saying it to myself.
The human part is rapidly disappearing, so the part belonging to animal instincts is quickly taking over the dominant position.
The moonlight spread, and a mysterious revival took place.
His body was changing rapidly, as if a small animal was thrashing about inside his head, constantly twisting and growing larger. His body also began to grow taller, and thick gray wolf fur grew on his skin.
"Chirp~~"
He shouted at the full moon in the sky.
"Werewolf! Werewolf has appeared!" the hunters below shouted, and in an instant someone pulled the trigger, sending a thumb-thick arrow flying upwards with tremendous kinetic energy.
The speed is so fast that the trajectory is almost invisible to the naked eye.
!
A huge wolf claw grabbed the arrow shaft, and the enormous wolf head opened its mouth full of fangs, roaring at them with a sound that echoed for miles.
The werewolf threw away the arrow shaft and swung it straight at the pillar in front of him. The immense force sent it flying, along with other debris from the building, crashing down on the hunters below.
The hunters were so frightened that they scattered and fled.
The werewolf brute forcefully dismantled the huge metal clock face on the clock tower and slammed it high down on the hunter who had fired the crossbow.
It seemed to be an experienced old hunter. In his panic, he quickly changed the direction of his escape. After falling to the ground, he didn't waste time getting up and simply rolled around on the ground.
This obviously worked; he wasn't hit by the clock face.
Before he could even catch his breath, a huge wolf's paw slammed into his chest, the force nearly cracking all his ribs. He let out a piercing scream of pain and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Save him!" the surrounding hunters shouted, grabbing their weapons and attacking the werewolf.
This werewolf seemed to be more powerful and dangerous than any werewolf they had ever encountered before, and all their attacks had failed.
Arrows were deflected, javelins were dodged, and the only sharp steel blade that could harm the werewolf only managed to cut some wolf fur and create a small wound before the werewolf grabbed his arm with a claw and slammed him and the blade together against the opposite wall.
In just a short while, their attack was completely thwarted, and they were utterly routed.
"Run!" someone shouted, and everyone turned and ran. They knew that as long as they escaped the werewolf's sight,
If they hide inside a house, or even cover themselves with blankets, the werewolves will no longer attack them.
However, this werewolf was just too fast.
Before they could completely escape the clock tower square, one of the hunters was scratched on the back by wolf claws. Several bloody wounds revealed the broken spine and internal organs inside the chest cavity.
However, the werewolf still wouldn't let him go, grabbing him and tearing at his neck.
But at that moment, a figure rushed towards the werewolf against the direction everyone was fleeing, waving a small wooden stick and shouting, "Fight back with all your might!"
Boom!
The werewolf was thrown far away as if it had been hit by a speeding vehicle.
The hunters were stunned.
I stared at the little boy in disbelief.
The town's little blacksmith, the child they believed to be an evil witch about to burn at the stake.
It turned out that this little blacksmith saved them?
"Get out of here!" Draco said coldly to the foolish Muggles, raising his wand high and staring intently at the werewolf that had risen again.
He didn't know why he was saving these people.
He should have just watched these people die with a cold laugh.
But he still saved it, and stepped forward without hesitation to face the werewolf that he himself was not confident he could defeat.
He didn't want to bother figuring out the logic behind his actions; since he had already stepped forward, he would face it.
The werewolf was very fast, roaring as it charged towards him, swatting away a hunter who tried to block its way, and then leaping up and pouncing when it reached a certain distance.
This is the moment!
Draco, remembering Professor Lockhart's teachings on timing in magical duels, swiftly cast the spell, "Upside-down Bell!"
Perfect casting, perfect response!
The timing was so perfect that the werewolf had no way to avoid the spell.
The choice of magic is also extremely targeted at the characteristics of werewolves; this spell is enough to render large monsters that rely on physical damage incapable of harming themselves.
The only problem was that his magic power was not strong enough to break through the werewolf's powerful magic resistance, and the spell had no effect.
boom!
The werewolf pounced on the spot where he was standing.
Fortunately, he had already made a quick tactical evasive maneuver after the spell ended, which was still taught by Professor Lockhart to apply the skills learned in Quidditch to magical duels.
He didn't even have time to get up from the ground. Seeing the werewolf turn and instantly pinpoint his location, he frantically waved his wand at the ground in front of him, shouting, "Grow bigger!"
One of the stones on the town square suddenly grew larger and larger, pushing his body backward and blocking the werewolf's attack.
But this tactic still didn't work.
The werewolf's jumping ability was truly incredible; with a leap, it appeared on the other side of the rock, baring its fangs and growling, its arms outstretched.
The wolf's claws sprang up, waiting for the stone to bring the delicious food to its front.
There was no time to dodge.
Draco pursed his lips, looking at the werewolf so close to him, a dark glint in his eyes, before quickly waving his wand.
He abandoned the Guardian Charm and chose Dark Magic, and what he gained was not just the restoration of his spellcasting ability; he could feel his improvement in Dark Magic.
He didn't even need to try to know, because his mind was shrouded in an inescapable gloom.
He didn't want to try it either.
He originally planned to find Professor Lockhart and, after listening to his advice, decide whether to use dark magic.
But it seems he has no choice but to go for number seven now.
Then...—
"Voodoo Substitute!"
He quickly cast a spell on the werewolf, and after finishing the incantation, he put his left little finger in his mouth, bit down hard on the nail, and then pulled it off forcefully.
Hiss~~
The intense pain of having his fingernail forcibly ripped off almost made him faint; he felt a piercing agony.
But the effect of this black magic is absolutely powerful.
The werewolf pounced again, sneering as it swung its claws down at his shoulder, tearing his flesh apart in an instant.
But a strange thing happened: his shoulder was completely unharmed, but the werewolf's shoulder suddenly developed a large patch of claw marks, dripping with blood.
"Roar~~~"
The werewolf howled in pain and kicked Fei'er away, but Le Ji also fell to the ground at the same time.
Voodoo Substitution Curse, a form of black magic passed down from primitive African tribes, allows the caster to transfer the harm done to themselves back to the attacker. However, at the same time, the caster must endure double the pain caused by the harm.
This spell has two limitations.
First, the fingernail must not be spat out; if it falls out, the magic will instantly fail. Many people, unable to bear the doubled pain from the feedback, spit out the fingernail.
Secondly, it can only withstand a maximum of seven instances of harm in a short period of time, because according to the usage records of the tribe, the caster will inevitably faint after suffering the seventh doubled pain.
This dark magic, Ruo, has completely disappeared from African magical society. It can be said that only the Kuerford family has preserved its complete record.
Draco struggled to his feet, his face deathly pale, swaying precariously, gritting his teeth as he gripped his wand tightly, aiming it at the werewolf.
His guess was correct; the dark magic he cast had an unexpectedly good effect.
Come on, werewolf!
He still has many powerful dark spells that are equally dangerous to both enemies and himself, but he has no use for them!
But the werewolf clearly realized the problem. He stared at L with his fierce wolf eyes for a moment, then turned and jumped onto the roof of a nearby building, quickly disappearing into the darkness.
Draco did not lower his guard because of this.
Professor Lockhart mentioned a tactic called "the retreating gun," which involves feigning defeat to lull the enemy into a false sense of security, then turning around and attacking.
not to mention.
He didn't trust the Muggle hunters around him at all!