Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 130 Unplanned
The secret room incident caused a sensation on campus.

However, since no further danger occurred after Ghost Nick, the young wizards' attention was gradually diverted to two other things.

1. Christmas is coming soon.

Second: The Quidditch match has begun, and it's between old rivals, Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Recently, because of the Chamber of Secrets incident, the Slytherins have been more high-profile than ever before. They have been mocking students from the other three houses indiscriminately, and apart from Damon, no one has been spared from their spittle.

On Saturday morning, Harry woke up early and lay in bed for a while, thinking about the upcoming Quidditch match.

He was a little nervous, after all, Slytherin's brooms were much better than theirs.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, he found the other members of the Gryffindor team huddled around the empty long table, all looking nervous and silent, except for Damon, who was eating his breakfast peacefully.

For a fleeting moment, Harry had a ridiculous thought—if something happened to anyone on their team, or to him, and Damon came in as a substitute, then they were guaranteed to win this time.

"Harry, I'll cheer you on."

Damon waved to him with a smile—his talent in Charms had improved once again, and he should have been very busy, but things had changed. At his level, simple practice no longer held any meaning.

In fact, this is a problem that many wizards face after they reach adulthood—as they get older, their magic does not continue to increase with age, and repetitive and monotonous practice cannot bring about a visible increase in proficiency in those high-level spells. If they want to improve their understanding of a spell, they often have to spend several months to comprehend it.

Damon's current situation is somewhat similar to theirs, but there are subtle, fundamental differences.

Low- to mid-level spells had almost become instinctive for him. With just a thought, he could silently and even without a staff cast the spell he wanted, and he could feel that this instinct was constantly growing stronger.

As he breathed in and out, contemplating life, he truly felt as if he were practicing martial arts whether walking or sitting.

Therefore, after more than a year of continuous, high-intensity training—a training that would surely break up with any girlfriend—he can finally breathe a sigh of relief and devote more attention to his life in the magical world.

It's a wonderful feeling.

It even moved Damon.

However, to his disappointment, his magic power did not increase again after he added points to his Spellcasting talent.

Damon wrote to Basida Bashak about this, and the latter said that, in general, a wizard only needs to excel in one direction to achieve the path to legend.

This situation involving Damon is clearly unusual.

After thinking it over, the other party gave the following answer:

Perhaps you are born different from others, and the path to godhood for ordinary people does not apply to you.

After all, you are the one who broke the Gump Transfiguration Law. Think about it, you are the one who brought Transfiguration to a whole new level, yet you haven't mastered it to its fullest potential. If magic had a spirit, it would also feel frustrated about this.

Perhaps you should spend more time on transfiguration.

In short, it seems that simply studying spells is not enough; he also needs to master all forms of transformation.

However, there's no rush. It'll only be about a year. Besides, at that time, Lao Fu won't even have his own body yet. Even if he did, Damon wouldn't be afraid to go head-to-head with him.

"Boom."

Several rumbles of thunder echoed in the sky. Harry and the others looked tense, while Damon, despite being a substitute, didn't even bother to come on stage to pay his respects. Instead, he stood in the stands and cheered loudly with the students without any restraint.

Professor McGonagall, sitting in the faculty section, pursed her lips as she witnessed this.

If she loses this match, she will definitely persuade Damon to play in the next loser's bracket.

"How unreliable! It's laughable that such a person is the leader of Gryffindor." Snape retorted calmly, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

No one cares about him.

Lockhart's figure moved through Hogwarts Castle.

Hearing the lively cheers about Quidditch coming from afar, he felt a pang of unease.

It's a pity that Professor Lockhart was absent from such a lively occasion.

But there was nothing he could do; he had more important things to do at that moment!
After consulting a lot of information and figuring out where Harry and the others had been, Lockhart searched every possible place and, following some kind of guide, finally found the girls' restroom!
He deliberately made a little noise. No one came out.

Very good, it seems that even Myrtle is already watching a Quidditch match by now.

This caused Lockhart another pang of pain in his heart.

Quidditch, he missed a Quidditch game! What a terrible price to pay!

But it's all worth it!
Lockhart searched for a while and quickly found the side of the bronze dragon head, where the small serpentine mark was!
"Da-Kai"

He tried to mimic that sinister emphasis with his broken accent.

no response.

He persevered.

"Da Kai".

"A huge loss."

After repeated attempts, Lockhart's voice grew lower and lower, hoarse and sinister.

He spoke almost in a hissing voice like a snake:

"Open."

Instantly, the dragon head emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly.

Then, the pool started moving and slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe, large enough for a person to crawl into.

"Aha, it looks like this is the entrance to the secret room!"

Lockhart was ecstatic, his expression almost manic.

He showed no fear whatsoever and decisively crawled inside!
It felt like rushing down a dark, sticky, endless slide.

He followed the winding, steep pipe downhill until he finally emerged from the pipe opening and fell onto the damp ground with a "plop".

This is a dark stone tunnel, large enough for a person to stand inside.

The tunnel was as silent as a tomb, and Lockhart's feet made a loud sound as they stepped on the damp ground.

But he felt no fear; in fact, the environment made him feel comfortable!
Lockhart felt his mind was clearer than ever before, and many spells he had forgotten were now flooding into his mind, even black magic!
"The transmission of knowledge is beyond doubt! Salazar left his memories here? No, there must be more!"

His expression was fanatical, his eyes were bloodshot, and he kept walking deeper into the area!

(End of this chapter)