The slacker professor at Hogwarts

052 Dumbledore and I wreaked havoc.

The Carlo family has accumulated a great deal of experience using this magical book, "Carlo's Bedtime Stories and Fairy Tales".

Almost every family member is arranged by their parents to experience a fairy tale adventure during their childhood.

This is not a simple way to train "Boy Scouts". Its most important purpose is to force family members to "awaken", exert and master the unique magical ability of "pain feedback" in their bloodline.

This ability allows wizards to draw powerful emotional energy from the suffering of others or their own, thereby enhancing the strength of their spells.

Thanks to the family's consistent strategy of pure-blooded internal marriage, this bloodline ability has been well preserved even after such a long period of time.

It's just that times have changed.

The Carol family, a renowned "warrior" family in wizarding history, established a distinguished record of military exploits during the era when humans and goblins vied for survival, and humans also fought against magical creatures like centaurs and dragons. However, in today's modern society, where we must contend with Muggles, these bloodthirsty warriors among wizards have completely lost their place in the world and have become synonymous with standard dark wizards.

Unlike the Malfoy family, who were outsiders, they didn't know how to be flexible. In peacetime, bloodthirsty warriors who were single-minded and relentless would be demons full of original sin.

By the time of the Carol siblings, even before they joined Voldemort, they had already committed far too many bloody crimes against Muggles.

Unlike the powerless Dumbledore family, these so-called "Holy Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families" always help each other, covering up their crimes or pleading guilty in court to obtain acquittal.

(P.S.: Dumbledore's father, Percival Dumbledore, punished some Muggles who bullied his daughter, and was therefore imprisoned in Azkaban, where he eventually died.)

Lockhart had no sympathy for the Caro family's plight.

Anyone who goes against the times will eventually be swept into the dustbin of history. This is the law of nature, which is independent of human will. Moreover, he himself is not a pure-blooded wizard.

He simply found in Amycus Carlo's memory the adventures in Carlo's bedtime story fairy tale book.

Fortunately, because Amicus learned and mastered many of his dark magic techniques here, Lockhart was able to glean information from his collection of memories about magical skills and learn some of the "secrets to success" passed down through generations of the Carlo family.

The chapter "The Jewel of Caribou" is one of the most frequently used settings by the Caro family, because the blood vomited by the undead here causes intense pain, which helps them better sense their own bloodline abilities.

Amycus's aunt once secretly told him that if he could not bear the pain, he could dig out a conch shell from where he was standing after killing the 99th Infernal.

After mastering some magic related to killing, killing ninety-nine undead is not difficult; the only thing to be careful about is counting the number of kills.

One more or one less won't do; the magical conch shell won't appear under your feet.

These tips for clearing the game are actually used by the Carlo family to train wizards to fight more rationally.

Now, Lockhart has to go through the same training.

He himself did not have the ability to kill the Infernal. The Oblivion Curse was very effective against wizards, but it had no effect on Infernals, which were dark magic creatures.

The most effective force is actually the 'pack of gray wolves', but this requires a forest environment, or at the very least, the presence of thriving plants nearby.

He had prepared a potted plant, but it quickly withered in the harsh environment shortly after he took it out of the ring.

"Pfft~~~"

A shadow corpse was pounced on and had its head devoured by a winged demon, spitting out a large cloud of blood mist at Lockhart before dying.

Whether it was due to excessive abdominal pressure or something else, the blood mist it sprayed covered such a large and wide area that Lockhart simply couldn't dodge it.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh~~~"

He let out a heart-wrenching wail of pain.

pain!

It hurts so much!

The pain first irritated the blood-stained skin, like sharp steel needles piercing the skin and muscles. Then, the intense pain quickly spread to the chest and abdomen, as if it were about to pierce all the way to the heart.

He staggered backward involuntarily, but accidentally stepped into a pool of blood created by the Boggart, who had transformed into the "Hanging Corpse," wielding a giant axe. Intense pain spread rapidly upward from the soles of his feet, as if it were stabbing all the way from his toenails to his skull.

"Goo-hoo!" The little golden retriever on Boggart's shoulder squealed angrily.

"Focus on counting!" Lockhart yelled, telling the golden retriever to concentrate on the task at hand while he figured out a solution himself.

He raised his arm, trembling, and brandished his wand through gritted teeth, pointing it at himself. "Cleanse!"

A golden wave swept over him, and all the filth that had stained his body vanished, finally allowing him to pull his feet out of the blood pool.

"Twenty-seven have already been killed!" He panted as he looked around. As the number of inigumo killed by the Winged Demon and Boggart increased, a hundred inigumo had already surrounded him. Inigumo that were moving in the distance heard the commotion and were roaring as they approached.

The hundreds of Yin Corpses may not seem like many, but to the naked eye they appear as a dense mass all around.

It's unstoppable!

Boggart and the Winged Demon were no match for the sheer number of undead. Boggart's massive body was covered in undead claws scratching at him, and more undead were climbing up the pool of blood beneath his feet. The Winged Demon's sharp teeth were only effective against a single target, so the killing speed was not fast.

Many of the undead began to rush towards Lockhart.

"A pack of gray wolves!"

Lockhart waved his wand, only to find that he couldn't summon any forest spirits at all, and the potted plant in his hands had completely lost its life.

Finally, the unjustly killed fairy, who had been floating in mid-air from the beginning, made a move.

Its head transformed back into a rabbit's head, its arms outstretched, and a massive stake appeared behind it, binding it. The dozen or so fangs that had split open on its body opened and closed, humming a chilling song.

This is its most complete state.

As the song began, the seeds that Lockhart had scattered on the ground started to split open, extending fine roots that took hold in the earth, branching out and growing rapidly.

This is the power of the earth being awakened.

Soon, towering plants transformed into the only patch of green in this desolate land, and one of them, with its poisonous tentacles, began to fight back against the corpses.

Lockhart hurriedly waved his wand, and finally, the oasis-like place was filled with forest mist, from which three gray wolves stepped out and pounced on the Shadow.

Do not!

It's not just three heads!

It's unclear whether it's because he's in a fairytale adventure, or because creating a forest environment to enhance his spellcasting is in line with the behavior of a "forest witch," or because he has unknowingly made progress.

Then, on two more occasions, three gray wolves pounced out.

There are nine in total.

These forest spirits weren't particularly powerful, and their wolf fangs weren't strong enough to completely sever the necks of the undead, but they were enough to repel the attacking undead.

Of course, they couldn't stop the filthy blood mist that splattered everywhere.

Lockhart could only continuously perform cleansing rituals to remove the irritating blood that had stained him.

"Gurgle!"

After an unknown amount of time, the little golden retriever suddenly let out a shriek, calling for the winged demons and boggts to stop attacking the undead.

Ninety-nine heads, just right!

The Winged Demon was no longer of any use at this point. It transformed into a streak of blue lightning and flew back, circling and keeping watch above Lockhart, ready to pounce and fight at any moment should an unexpected event occur.

Boggart strode up to Lockhart, his tall, imposing figure blocking his way. Facing the onrushing Infernals, he grabbed one in each hand and hurled it forward like a bowling ball.

Lockhart quickly started digging where he was standing. He hadn't thought things through beforehand and hadn't put any shovels, sacks, or ropes in his ring, so he could only dig with his bare hands now.

Just then, a mournful wail came from afar. Looking up, one could see a vast, seemingly endless army of corpses rushing towards them.

Lockhart pursed his lips and continued digging. He told himself that he must not panic. Blindly running away at this moment would only cause him to miss this opportunity.

boom!

The vines that the wronged fairy had nurtured intertwined and wove among the trees to form a wall. At this moment, they began to crumble under the unique influence of this world on the life-destroying aura. As the army of Yin corpses pressed in, they smashed open a large hole.

"Don't kill them!" Lockhart remained calm, giving the order to his companions with just a glance, and they began digging the ground faster.

The little golden retriever rushed to the gap, its golden figure swiftly weaving through the horde of wraiths rushing in, grabbing at the eyes of one wraith after another.

Finally, Lockhart's fingers touched something hard, and he quickly dug around, revealing a huge conch shell in the sand.

It's about half the size of a soccer ball, off-white, and inlaid with colorful, sparkling sequins in a spiral pattern.

"Golden Retriever, come back!"

Lockhart shouted, calling to his friends.

Boggart once again transformed into a wisp of black mist and burrowed into the sleeve of his wizard's robe. The wronged fairy also reverted to her golden-haired, blue-eyed witch form in mid-air, transforming into a jellyfish and extending long tendrils to pierce into his body and quickly attach herself. The little golden-haired boy also jumped onto his shoulder.

At that moment, the winged demon swooped down, grabbed his shoulders with its claws, and flapped its wings to fly into the sky.

"Roar~~~Roar~~~Roar~~~"

The army of undead on the ground roared.

There were so many of these undead that even though Lockhart was high in the sky, he could not see the end of them.

When the Carol family used this fairy tale book to train their young wizards, they never produced so many undead. That wasn't a trial; that was murder.

Lockhart did not let his guard down once he was airborne; on the contrary, he gripped his wand tightly to keep himself even more alert.

The wizard who secretly manipulates the fairy tale book, or perhaps several wizards, is hiding somewhere and could launch an attack at any moment!

The corpses on the ground weren't helpless against his flight; they started grabbing their companions and throwing them into the air. Even if the winged demons nimbly dodged them, they would still spray filthy blood at them.

puff~

puff~

puff~

In an instant, the filthy blood seemed to fall like rain from the sky.

The winged demon squeaked in pain from the tainted blood. It was a magical creature with distinct biological characteristics, unlike dark magical creatures like the little golden-haired Boggart.

Fortunately, Lockhart promptly cast a cleansing spell on both himself and the creature, removing the filth.

"Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore!"

Lockhart held the conch shell to his ear and shouted as if he were making a phone call.

Unexpectedly, there was a voice immediately on the other end—Dumbledore's voice: "Excellent, son, you have finally responded."

Good guy.

Lockhart used the Carlow family's little tricks to get the conch shell so easily. Judging from Dumbledore's words, he actually found the conch shell faster than he did?

"Dumbledore, where are you now?" he shouted excitedly.

Just then, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone in the distant sky. The golden light that shot straight into the sky was like a huge smoke signal, tearing through the dark sky. It was so eye-catching.

"Can you see the signal I'm sending?" Dumbledore's voice came from the conch shell.

"Yes! Yes!" Lockhart shouted excitedly, "Wait a minute, I'll give you the signal too!"

"Boggart!"

He screamed, making Boggart feel his fear, and it evolved once more.

Soon, Boggart flew out of his pocket, climbed onto his shoulder, and soared rapidly into the sky.

It now resembles a geyser, with bright red blood spraying upwards, quickly spreading into a congealed blood tree, and then growing rapidly upwards segment by segment.

The Bloodflower Tree Nematode is a dark magic creature that looks like a strand of hair. Its most distinctive feature is that it uses the blood of each life it kills to create a section of Bloodflower Tree Crown. The more lives it kills, the more crowns it accumulates.

The most terrifying form of the "Blood Flower Tree Nematode" recorded in wizarding history is that it seems to grow in segments, almost without any end in sight, as if it grows up to the clouds.

I see you!

Dumbledore's voice came from the conch shell.

Soon, a sea of ​​fire, almost illuminating the sky, surged forth and roared towards Lockhart.

The fire scorched the entire world, and the Yin Corpses were instantly burned to death. Even if three more heads crawled out from the blood and grime on the ground, they would be burned to death again before they could even emerge.

Even though there was still some distance, Lockhart, floating in the distance, could feel an intensely hot and terrifying heat, making him feel parched and as if the entire world was about to be burned dry.

flame!

It felt like the whole world was on fire!

The sea of ​​fire surged and swept across, splitting open a path through it, and Dumbledore, holding the Elder Wand, walked step by step toward it.

Magic—Vulcan clears the way!

Handsome!

He's a real master!

"Gagaga~~~" Lockhart was being held in mid-air by the Winged Demon, gurgling strangely. He was writing a book, he was determined to write a book, to tell the whole world—on this day, Dumbledore and I were gurgling and killing indiscriminately!

Terrifyingly strong!