Black American Comics: Start with a Snap

Chapter 179 Remember the truth!

"Come on, come on, sit down quickly. This is what I prepared specially for you."

Inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Gilderoy Lockhart smiled and invited Suze and others in, then looked at Constantine with curiosity.

"You must be the John Constantine they are talking about. It's our first meeting. I think you must have heard of my name. After all, I am considered a well-known wizard in the wizarding world."

"Uh"

Constantine turned his head and looked at Suze, then shifted his gaze to Lockhart and said somewhat awkwardly.

"You may not have noticed, but I lost my memory."

"Oh, yes, my mistake." Lockhart smiled and raised his hand to gently tap his head. "I forgot, but don't worry, with the great Lockhart here, you will be back to normal soon."

Rocket Raccoon stared at Lockhart with strange eyes, then poked Suze in the lower back and asked in a low voice.

"Are you sure this guy is okay? Why do I feel like he's so unreliable?"

"In fact, I think the same as you do." Su Ze answered in a low voice without leaving a trace.

Others may not know, but Su Ze is very clear that Lockhart's magical ability is extremely unreliable. For example, when Harry Potter broke his arm due to Quidditch, Lockhart volunteered to treat him, but he ended up casting a spell and made Harry Potter's bones disappear.

This caused Harry Potter to not only drink the weird-tasting raw bone water, but also endure the pain of his bones growing back.

However, on second thought, Constantine did have a problem with his memory, and the only magic Lockhart could use was his memory magic.

Perhaps this unreliable professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts can really do things that other wizards cannot do.

Thinking of this, Su Ze turned and looked at Dumbledore, who had been silent.

Dumbledore's condition was better now than before. Although fatigue could still be seen between his brows, his eyes were much brighter. He also put on gold gloves to cover the burnt marks on his fingers.

Noticing Su Ze's gaze, Dumbledore nodded slightly.

Lockhart was able to come and treat Constantine at the instruction of Dumbledore. Everyone has his or her own strengths, and wizards are no exception.

The fire at Hogwarts is still full of mysteries, and the only clue to solve the incident is placed in Constantine's memory. Dumbledore had no choice but to agree to Lockhart's request with the idea of ​​giving it a try.

Lockhart patted the chair next to him as he briskly led Constantine to the center of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Sit here and close your eyes. Leave everything to me. I promise that when you open your eyes again, you will remember everything that happened before!"

Constantine sat obediently on the gorgeous and exquisite chair. He looked up above his head and found a skeleton that looked like a dragon hanging from the ceiling.

"I hope this thing won't fall and hit me."

Constantine blinked and this thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

But before he could think too much, Lockhart walked behind him, patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice.

"Close your eyes, Mr. Constantine."

"Okay, please."

Constantine put aside his complicated thoughts and closed his eyes.

"Professor Lockhart, are you sure you want to do this?" Noticing that Lockhart was eager to try, Su Ze couldn't help but ask.

After all, this was something that even Dumbledore was helpless to do, so Su Ze was still a little worried about letting Lockhart, a half-baked guy, do it.

"Don't worry, I can handle this kind of thing easily." Lockhart raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking very confident.

It was precisely because this was something that even Dumbledore was helpless to do that Lockhart was so eager to offer help.

Lockhart deftly took out his wand, stood behind Constantine, and placed the tip of the wand against the back of Constantine's head.

The classroom fell silent. Everyone remained silent, even their breathing was suppressed. No one intended to disturb Lockhart.

Memory is a very magical thing. It symbolizes a person's character and connects the spirit and soul. To repair it is definitely more difficult than writing the Thousand Character Classic on a grain of rice. It requires extremely strong control.

"Let me see what's hidden in your head."

For the first time, Lockhart stopped smiling and became serious.

A flash of blue fluorescence emerged from Lockhart's wand and gathered at the tip of the wand like a stream of water, pouring into Constantine's head.

This is a special magic derived from Lockhart's Obliviate spell. It can immerse one's spirit in the other party's spiritual world and find the other party's hidden memories.

The truth behind Lockhart's fame is that he borrowed the memories of wizards who had performed heroic deeds, then used Obliviate to make them forget their memories of those things, and took away their experiences to write books.

At first, Lockhart simply used his gentle tone and kind face to lure the victims, but later, Lockhart found that there were always a few wizards who were unwilling to cooperate.

Therefore, Lockhart created this new spell based on Obliviate, but this spell was not stable. Its successful release required the victim to completely let down his guard and not put up any resistance. Slowly contacting Constantine's spiritual world, Lockhart also slightly closed his eyes, and then he began to actively extend his spirit into Constantine's mind.

Everything went very smoothly without any obstacles. Just like it had been used countless times before, Lockhart's spell was successful this time.

Thoughts continued to spread, and countless memories flashed back.

Lockhart saw a blind lawyer and an exquisite villa. The decoration there was simply exquisite to an unparalleled degree, but the style was not as elegant and luxurious as that of the wizarding world.

Lockhart paused for only a few seconds, then ignored the sight.

He knew that these were Constantine's surface memories, the memories he had during this period of time. Although they were quite strange, they did not arouse Lockhart's curiosity.

The only thing on his mind now was to find Constantine's lost memories as soon as possible so that he could put it in the newspaper the next day.

The spirit sank all the way down, from Constantine's surface space, and slowly fell into nothingness.

Coming.
It's almost here.
In the pitch-black darkness, balls of light like meteors flashed from time to time. Those things were extremely small, like flying insects, constantly flashing quickly in the darkness.

That's all.

This is Constantine's memory fragment.

It’s not that difficult. Even the famous Dumbledore was helpless.

It's really different when you do it yourself.
A smile appeared on Lockhart's face, and at the same time his spirit continued to spread out, trying to catch those shining balls of light.

But those balls of light moved so fast that even though Lockhart tried hard for a long time, he failed to touch any of them.

As time went by, Lockhart became a little impatient.

I have already entered here and am so close to the truth. There is absolutely no way I can fail here.

Thinking of this, Lockhart frowned and spread his spirit like mist, surrounding those rapidly flashing light balls.

Those tadpole-like balls of light were extremely fast, but Lockhart had found a way to catch them.

As the mental mist gushed out, Lockhart finally succeeded in blocking a tiny ball of light within the boundaries that his mind could release.

come on.

let me see.

What's hiding inside your head?
!! ?
There are ghostly figures everywhere in the fog.

The moment his spirit came into contact with the ball of light, countless complicated information rushed into Lockhart's mind like a flood with an unstoppable impact.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Lockhart's eyes suddenly opened, and a faint blue fluorescence burst out from his pupils.

(Bollocks!)
The loud shout made Lockhart's spiritual world buzz. Noisy sounds continued to surge around him. Lockhart wanted to cut off the connection, but he was horrified to find that everything was out of control.

From the sound, one can vaguely tell that this sentence was said by Constantine.

Bollocks is British slang, which is a very vulgar and disrespectful expression in the UK. This expression is generally not used in the wizarding world, which claims to be superior, but Lockhart can still understand it.

And this word was like a beginning. Then, more and more light began to emerge, and the small ball of light even began to control Lockhart's mind.

In a virtual world, black and white snowflake-like particles form a strange world.

Lockhart only felt that he had come to a blurry world, filled with strange mosaic-like grids.

(Don't rush me, I just traveled through time and came back)

Constantine seemed to be talking to someone, but the noise was so loud that Lockhart couldn't hear what they were saying.

(Is that the sound of a lighter?)
The strange voice came again, and this time Lockhart saw Constantine's appearance.

He was wearing the same khaki windbreaker as he was now, and he lit a cigarette with a happy look on his face.

(Shhh! Yes, you heard it right.)
(.)

The voice fell silent and the atmosphere became awkward.

(Constantine, listen carefully, I——!)

The strange words stopped abruptly, and then there was a shocking explosion.

Constantine grinned.

(.I'm listening.)
(End of this chapter)