The slacker professor at Hogwarts

075 Patronus Charm!

The tribe of the eight-eyed giant spiders was much larger than Lockhart had imagined.

These monsters, whose adult size rivals that of elephants and whose spider legs, when stretched out, resemble small mountains, require an enormous habitat area as their population continues to grow through breeding.

Deep within this forbidden forest, amidst lush trees, lies a sprawling expanse of spider caves stretching for an unknown distance.

Lockhart stood on the trunk of a large tree and looked around, only to see huge black shadows moving everywhere in the dark forest.

This scene is nice.

His gaze swept over every corner. The forest was shrouded in a hazy moonlight, and to the naked eye, it resembled the sewers of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. Everywhere were monster lairs with seemingly interconnected entrances—it couldn't be more suitable as a setting for the story's chapter, "The Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts."

Just as he was observing his surroundings, a giant eight-eyed spider slowly descended from above, pulling itself down on a web, its menacing giant pincers opening and closing slightly.

But soon his figure began to lose its color of life, becoming pale and only black and white.

The eight-eyed giant spider pounced down, but passed straight through his body, causing him to tremble from the ghost's unique, dim and gloomy aura that caused the life to wither away.

Lockhart glanced back at it, then floated up lightly, intending to wander around and collect more useful materials.

The ghost's unique state allowed him to easily traverse all the obstacles in the forest. The animal trails in the Spider Cave were mostly not very long, emerging intermittently from small hills, forming a dense and vast network.

This scene clearly needs to be modified. The habits of giant spiders make them prefer dense forests rather than dark caves, which are only places where they sleep or guard their young.

while walking.

Floating, floating.

Lockhart suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

This didn't affect his actions at all, but he felt an indescribable discomfort.

After thinking for a moment, he simply found a place to stop, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the state of his own magical power.

It would take some time. In his ghostly state, he seemed to be separated from magic, and even his thoughts became less sharp.

Finally, he felt it.

It's a guardian spell!

It conflicts with the 'ghost state'.

Mastering magic is sometimes more than just learning a means of attack or defense.

In particular, the way he comprehended magic—every spell he cast followed the same path as the original body's control over the Oblivion Spell.

The greatest gain he gained from digesting the original owner's fairytale adventure was not mastering a top-tier forgetting spell, but rather understanding from this experience how a wizard can control magic to its fullest potential.

If the Oblivion Spell works, why can't other spells?

The Oblivion Spell is the original person's life, experiences, and even beliefs. He also has his own life, experiences, and even beliefs. Why can't he follow the same path to possess another top-tier spell, or even countless spells?

He doesn't want to become the original owner and continue the original owner's life, but rather to digest it and create his own life.

Magic is choosing its wizards!

Wizards are also getting closer to magic!

The two elements complemented each other, and thus magic and the wizard's life and existence were wonderfully integrated.

Now, his compatibility with the "Guardian Spell" is being tested.

While in a ghostly state, he strayed from the path of the "Guardian Angel Spell".

The reasoning behind this is actually quite simple.

The feeling of being in a ghost state is very special. It is as if everything in the world has nothing to do with you anymore. Your heart is empty and no desire or spirituality can spring up. Everything you see is pale.

This kind of paleness is knowing that you should have some emotions, some thoughts, but there is just emptiness and nothing at all.

Perhaps, as Snape said, "Life itself has no meaning; everything becomes real as we journey through it."

Having lost the possibility of truly touching this world, it has also lost all meaning.

The Guardian Spell, on the other hand, is the opposite.

That was an appreciation of the beauty of life, a love for life, which transformed into magical power, protecting his soul.

In the wizarding world, death is not the end of life. Dumbledore famously said, "Death is a great adventure," a new journey in which life begins in a different state.

Ghosts, on the other hand, are precisely those who have strayed from the path of life; they are the result of clinging to the world and being unwilling to leave, a state in which life comes to an abrupt end.

"On the path of magic, there will always be choices."

Lockhart sighed, and finally made his choice.

He yearned for a real life, a vibrant life, a passionate life, regardless of how much the Guardian Charm might help him, or how useful the Ghostly State might be; his choice was unwavering.

Life regained its color, and his figure in the Forbidden Forest became real again, with flesh and blood.

And so, magic rejoiced.

He could feel the cheers from the wand in his hand, the magic flowing through him, and the spirituality surging.

He could feel his breath interacting with the air in the forest in such a natural and harmonious way.

He could feel the warmth and comfort of the messages from his friends.

He can sense everything.

This choice does not mean that he can no longer use the ghost state in the future; it just means that it can only be used as a last resort for emergency avoidance and escaping the threat of death.

However, the "Guardian Angel Incantation" felt in one's spiritual realm began to change at this moment.

He looked at the wand in his hand and seemed to see silver halos of guardian charms surrounding him, swirling around him like layers of gauze or ripples.

What's the purpose of this?

He wasn't entirely sure.

But it's really fun.

It was so wondrous and mysterious, as if the soul itself was veiled in a silvery, dreamlike curtain, swaying and fluttering.

"Call upon the Gods for protection..."

He waved his wand, ready to cast a spell and see the effect, but at that moment the little golden retriever in the wizard's robe pocket quickly darted out and climbed onto his shoulder, looking around warily.

Not only that, the wronged fairy also emerged from him and floated behind him.

Boggart transformed into a tall and imposing "upside-down god corpse," while the winged demon spread its wings and hovered around its leader.

This state of alert...

Lockhart looked up and saw that giant eight-eyed spiders were crawling out of each of the spider caves surrounding him. The dense trees and shadowy figures surrounded the area.

"The smell of humans~" An adult eight-eyed giant spider, its eyes filled with greed, twisted its body as if taking a deep breath, sighing with satisfaction, and excitedly opened and closed its giant chelicerae, making a clicking sound.

It wasn't just this one that looked ravenously hungry; all the eight-eyed giant spiders around it were like that.

The sound of its claws opening and closing echoed intensely in the quiet Forbidden Forest, which was particularly frightening.

"Let's get started."

Lockhart glanced at it, then continued to look down at the wand in his hand, carefully sensing the changes in the magic power within his body.

He hoped to seize every subtle change and accumulate experience for mastering other forms of magic in the future.

This is the path of a master. He is very clear that if he continues down this magical path, his future magical achievements will definitely not be lower than those of Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamel, and Grindelwald!

He has that confidence!

But he soon found himself drawn back to these eight-eyed giant spiders.

The little golden retriever on the shoulder barked angrily, seemingly dissatisfied that it had only affected about half of the eight-eyed giant spider.

This was unexpected.

Lockhart was also surprised.

He looked up and saw that Boggart, the Winged Demon, and the Wrongfully Dead Fairy were all using their abilities to fight against the other eight-eyed giant spiders that were not affected by the little golden hair's fear and despair magic.

"How is this possible?"

Lockhart was somewhat puzzled. If the magical creature before him was Dumbledore's phoenix, then he would have no complaints, given its powerful magical resistance.

But this is an eight-eyed giant spider.

This is a completely different level.

In the original story, during the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts, the organizers, deployed an eight-eyed giant spider as a mini-boss in the challenge, believing that a skilled young wizard could defeat it.

If the phoenix were put in, given Harry and Cedric's abilities at the time, even if they joined forces, they wouldn't have been able to get through.

He frowned, recalling the hint the forest had given him—"Croak~ The devil's minions~ Croak~ The devil's minions~~~"

demon?

He frantically searched through his memories, his thoughts constantly moving between online novels, original movies, short videos, and other content he had read in his previous life, but ultimately found nothing.

In the original Harry Potter book, where did this demon come from during his second year?

This doesn't make sense, does it?

His thoughts raced, and suddenly his expression shifted.

Could it be...

Was it because of my arrival that I triggered some so-called "butterfly effect"?

In Horcrux Diary, Tom Riddle, who teaches Ginny to resist the influence of dark magic, decides to seek help from elsewhere.

His guess was quickly confirmed.

As the commotion of the battle unfolded deep within the Spider Cave, it clearly alerted Hagrid's pet, Aragog.

It looked larger than a normal adult eight-eyed giant spider, but it also looked rather old and frail. It was not as agile as its offspring, and a large amount of its black bristles had fallen off, leaving its exposed skin folds that looked like a bunch of fleshy tumors squeezed together.

Of course, the biggest difference is its eyes.

According to the information in the original work, it seems to have cataracts. Unlike the black eyes of a normal eight-eyed giant spider, its eyeballs are all a dull gray-white.

This aging seemed to cause it to abandon the principles it had upheld its entire life, no longer restraining its offspring and allowing them to begin attacking humans.

To be honest, Lockhart didn't quite understand. Adult giant spiders have the same intelligence as centaurs and humans, so how could it not understand that such a lifting of restrictions would bring annihilation to its species?

This is Hogwarts, with Dumbledore!

We don't even need Dumbledore; all the other professors are among the most powerful wizards of their time, and any one of them could handle them!

But now Lockhart may have found the answer.

He raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched the spider leader slowly crawl out of the hole.

This guy is clearly not blind, or has cataracts.

Although he wasn't particularly knowledgeable about the life states of magical creatures, he was extremely familiar with certain types of magic.

This thing's condition...

Isn't this exactly the state Ginny is in, influenced by the Horcrux diary Tom Riddle, similar to the Imperius Curse?

Yo ~

Tom, I haven't paid attention to you for a few days, you've really made something of yourself!

Lockhart smiled as he watched Aragog slowly approach, attempting to influence his mind with the imposing presence of his massive body. He gently waved his wand, "Forget everything!"

In an instant, a silver light appeared above the head of the eight-eyed giant spider, and strands of silver silk floated out.

But Lockhart's gaze quickly changed.

As if sensing something, he quickly poured all his will into it, only to feel a powerful counterforce during the casting of the magic.

buzzing~~~

A harsh, high-frequency sound began to echo in my ears, making it extremely unpleasant to listen to.

A powerful current of air surged between the wand and Aragog, whistling outwards in all directions. Then, tiny strands of electricity seemed to appear in the torn air.

Finally, a terrifying plasma formed between the tip of his wand and Aragog.

Plasma surged, and the aura of magic was filled with a chilling intensity.

wrong!

Lockhart's mind raced.

wrong!!!!

This is definitely not Tom Riddle. He knows Tom's situation very well. With his interference, Tom's mischief with Ginny has been brought under control to a certain extent. It's impossible for him to have such powerful magic.

This is……

He struggled to maintain the magic, and through the blinding light of the magical plasma, a bizarre human face suddenly appeared on the fleshy tumor in the center of Aragog's head.

She looks a bit like Little Tang, but more mature.

The most striking thing is—he has no nose!

"Holy crap!!!" Lockhart couldn't help but exclaim in his native language, staring at the scene in disbelief, "Voldemort?!?"

The face seemed to have been awakened from a deep sleep, slowly opening its eyes, revealing a pair of extremely eerie, snake-like vertical pupils in its eye sockets.

His vertical pupils were full of fatigue and weakness, yet also carried an indescribable indifference and coldness.

He stared at him coldly, "Giddro Lockhart!"