The slacker professor at Hogwarts

039 The Forest Spirit Messenger

Lockhart unknowingly ventured deeper into the Forbidden Forest.

Given his usual self-discipline and meticulous attention to detail, he wouldn't have done this, as it might have triggered unexpected events.

But the forest gave him such a wonderful feeling.

It was a feeling of freedom, like being back home.

He knew that the memories of the "Forest Witch" were influencing him, but he did not resist them.

The battle he had just experienced seemed to have given him a better understanding of the original owner's meaning of "entering a fairy tale and gaining magic," and he was willing to try to enter the fairy tale life of the forest witch.

Go and savor the "joy of fish" in another chapter of your life.

The ecology of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is well protected, even though it has taken in centaur tribes and Hagrid has set up several farms and released many other magical animals into the forest.

It possesses its own unique and vigorous vitality.

Walking through it, you can feel the unique hustle and bustle of the plant kingdom and nocturnal animals.

I crouched on the tree trunk, watching the venomous snake stealthily approach the bird's nest, dodging a swarm of ants and anteaters, listening to the silly little birds in the treetops suddenly waking up one after another with a chorus of hiccups...

He seemed to sense a magical power that wasn't magic.

It's very special.

It is not the kind of magic with standard incantations and casting gestures, but a very strange and fantastical power.

This is the most chaotic and primordial state of magic.

In essence, it possesses limitless power.

In the original books, before Harry Potter even entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he could use it to easily fly to the rooftops, make his badly cut hair grow back to its original shape, turn a teacher's wig blue, and make the large glass windows in the zoo disappear...

These abilities all eventually disappeared completely after magic was disciplined.

This is the biggest difference between academic and folk shamans. The former advocates the ladder of knowledge, sacrificing some spirituality in exchange for the ability to explore higher realms. The latter is full of spirituality and infinitely changeable, but their exploration of higher realms relies entirely on talent and exceptional luck.

Strictly speaking, Newt Scamander and the Weasley twins, the authors of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," are typical folk wizards. Magic becomes spiritual and wonderful in their hands, but it is difficult to reach the level of Dumbledore.

Things like inventing and breeding basilisks or creating vanishing cabinet time converters are very difficult to achieve through spirituality alone.

That's why the academic approach has become the mainstream for wizards.

The powerful figures who control the direction of the Wizarding World are not fools; they know what kind of path will propel the Wizarding World forward.

However, Lockhart has no need to worry about the road ahead.

He's finding it so difficult to even cast spells properly now, so he just uses whatever method works.

He had a very relaxed attitude towards magic, simply enjoying the fun it brought.

Desire, but don't force it.

Full of anticipation, but not exhausted from running around.

Walk lightly through the forest, carefully feeling the wondrous flow of magic.

It doesn't seem to be of much use, at least not in terms of improving combat power, but it's so interesting and fun.

Lockhart kept comparing his memories with those of the forest witch in his mind.

In this way, little by little, he absorbed the magic of the forest witch and made it his own, stumbling and falling along this path, yet finding joy in it all.

He may have been born knowing how to be a wizard.

I feel great in this state.

Lockhart didn't know how long he had walked, but he encountered a rabbit.

This must be a magical animal; it looks no different from an ordinary gray hare, except for a bushy, long beard on its chin.

This gives it a scholarly air, and it would look even more like one if it wore reading glasses and a beret.

Unlike most wild rabbits that would run away at the sight of a person, the rabbit first ran and hopped a few steps, then turned around and peered at Lockhart.

After he got a few steps closer, he ran a little further and then stopped to wait.

The forest witch calls this phenomenon "the messenger of the forest spirits," a sign that the forest is guiding her.

She believes in such things and often follows the guidance, hoping that good luck is about to happen.

For example, when she was sixteen, she found a hunter's robe that she had left behind when she followed a cat and a leopard. This was the best birthday gift she could receive, and from then on she no longer had to live with just a few leaves covering her body.

Lockhart followed the rabbit but didn't find anything.

The rabbit led him to a rabbit hole. "Are you inviting me into your house? But your house is too small."

Rabbits can't talk; they just sit quietly in front of their burrows.

Lockhart had no choice but to turn to the unjustly killed fairy who floated out from behind him. She was now drawing closer to the power of the earth and might understand the thoughts of these forest spirit messengers.

The wronged fairy shook her head, clearly unable to help in any way. Although she also had a rabbit's head, she was not a rabbit.

Just then, Lockhart suddenly felt a shadow in the corner of his eye growing larger.

He quickly turned his head to look, only to see that the seemingly well-behaved old scholar rabbit suddenly pounced on him, its huge furry hind legs kicking towards his head.

"Oops~"

He dodged in a panic, his body swayed, and he fell on his bottom.

bad thing!

He had a bad feeling in his mind; he was afraid he might accidentally destroy the rabbit's home!

"It's not my fault"—this thought was still flashing through his mind when he suddenly felt himself falling rapidly.

Suddenly, long pink tendrils rapidly descended from the sky, swiftly and precisely piercing his body, attempting to pull him upwards.

But it was as if he had fallen into an abyss, pulling the unjustly killed fairy down with him.

Lockhart could see streaks of colorful light all around him, as if he had fallen into a time tunnel. Before long, he suddenly shifted his speed without slowing down and rolled forward.

This force almost entangled him and the wronged fairy together, and the two of them, dazed and confused, continued to travel forward.

This is not a good experience at all.

The surrounding area was filled with a deafening roar, making one feel extremely uncomfortable.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his body stabilized and began to slide down like a slide.

He craned his neck and peered over the head of the unjustly killed fairy in his arms, vaguely seeing a light diagonally below.

That place seemed to be in the direction from which the roaring sound came.

boo~

He gently tumbled on his bottom, and his hands, which had been supporting him behind him, finally touched the warm, moist earth once again.

Looking back, there was another rabbit hole behind me.

It didn't seem like he was very far from where he was just now, because he could still hear the cheers of the young wizards coming from the Quidditch stadium in the distance.

Of course, there was also a very familiar roar in my ears.

It wasn't as big as the magic passage, but it was still very noisy.

That is……

The sound of a car engine?

Lockhart looked up and could only see a huge rock that had squeezed the trees and made them grow crookedly. Beside the rock, a group of rabbits were angrily barking at the sky.

It's as if it's saying, "You're too noisy! You're too noisy! How are we supposed to sleep?!"

The magical rabbit hole amplifies the faint sounds from the outside world, keeping the magical rabbits alert, but it also becomes a desperate sound amplifier in the face of noise.

Lockhart dusted himself off and stood up. He first made sure the four little ones were still with him, then checked the flying broom in his ring, and finally touched the wand in his pocket before letting out a sigh of relief and walking towards the rabbits.

The rabbit seemed to know he was there to help, and quickly made way for him.

Take a closer look.

Wow~~~

What a huge spider web!

Lockhart had never seen such a huge spider web before. It looked like a high wall, and the webs were layered on top of each other, with an unknown number of webs.

Right in the middle of the spider web, a car was tightly entangled, unable to break free no matter how hard it tried to rev the engine.

This car...

Is it the magical car invented by Arthur Weasley?

The flying car that Harry and Ron drove to the school, hit the Whomping Willow, and then fled into the Forbidden Forest to hide!