The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 363 Facing the Light, Bearing the Ominous

"Let's give it a try!"

Lockhart rubbed his hands together, brimming with excitement; he couldn't wait any longer.

He first patted himself down, then slapped his forehead in realization, shouting, "Little Golden Retriever! Little Golden Retriever~~!"

They are currently on the 26th floor, which Lockhart has opened up to his friends. Sirius will also get a house on this floor in the future, while the golden retriever and his friends are setting up their new home on the 42nd floor, the top floor.

His barking was certainly loud enough for the little golden retriever to hear.

This brings us to a magical trick taught by Dumbledore: he invented a spell that allowed Patrons to relay messages. Since the power of these Patrons comes from spirituality, Lockhart could directly transmit messages through the Sea of ​​Spirits.

As Lockhart shouted, a red robe covering the entire building quietly appeared. It surged rapidly toward the top floor, then flew along the building and entered through a window.

The red robe shrank from an enormous size to an enormous size, fluttering on the little golden retriever's back.

"Goo-gi?" The little golden retriever tilted its head and looked at Lockhart.

"My fairy tale book," Lockhart called out. "Take us inside; I remember there's a werewolf inside."

The little golden retriever patted itself, and a thick magic book appeared in its hand. It quickly ran to the ground, opened it, and "gurgle~"

It's amazing how even Lupin, Sirius, and Snape easily understood the meaning of its cooing. Don't worry, go inside. I'll protect you with the sack sheath!

"Let's go, let's go try it!" Lockhart called out to everyone and took the lead towards the fairy tale book.

As he walked further, his body shrank, until he became the size of a character in a book illustration, and stepped into the pages of the book.

Lu Ping looked very uneasy, trying hard to suppress his inner anxiety and fear of loss.

Sirius patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, buddy, it's okay. Even if we can't do it, it's only temporary. After all, Gilderoy has already shown us the way, hasn't he?"

Lupin took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, yes!"

Sirius smiled slightly and walked towards the fairy tale book. "Don't worry, I will do my best."

Soon, the three of them also entered the fairy tale book.

A red cloak fluttered, quietly obscuring the fairy tale book, and then the two disappeared into the distance.

The little golden retriever nodded to the curled-winged demon and Borg who had followed it, then squatted down next to the fairy tale book, as quiet as a golden, fluffy stone.

The Fairy of the Wrongfully Killed didn't come over; she was currently busy on the second basement level settling the homeless house-elves in the Ministry of Magic's house-elf placement office, providing them with a home.

Only she can do this.

As a very special dark magic creature, she is forever protected by the earth. These house-elves can live here as guardians summoned by the earth, which is equivalent to providing house-elves with a new way of life - relying on the natural earth.

This was clearly an offense to the authority of the Ministry of Magic, but the unjustly killed fairy didn't care. During her time as head of the House-Elf Resettlement Office, she had come to know these poor house-elves well and longed to provide them with a stable place to live.

In the future, the habitat for house-elves here will not be limited to house-elves within the sphere of influence of the British Ministry of Magic, but will be global.

They will thrive here, perhaps serving Lockhart Tower in the future, or going to various magic schools or the Ministry of Magic, or finding suitable masters to live with, or simply living and multiplying here. The unjustly killed fairy did not impose any restrictions on them.

She gradually became more human and more knowledgeable about how wizarding society worked.

Magic masters have the right and the obligation to work for the stability of the magical world, such as protecting certain magical creature groups.

Dumbledore did just that. The centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest, the merfolk in the Black Lake, and so on—these are all contributions of Dumbledore and will become the cornerstone of his influence.

Lockhart should also begin to have such contributions and authority.

She was delighted to be able to help Gidero with these things, since Gidero himself had a lot to do.

For example, experiments in fairy tale books.

"What is she doing?" Sirius and his two friends entered the fairy tale book and were surprised to find themselves in a village in a country in Western Europe. They squatted behind a large rock and secretly observed a person wearing a wizard's robe leading Hakimi the cat and carrying a lantern into a ravine.

Lockhart shrugged and turned to look at Ms. Mary, who was conducting a magical experiment inside.

Ms. Mary couldn't help but laugh. "She's imitating a wizard."

"???" Sirius and his two friends were completely dumbfounded.

“That’s how it is,” Mrs. Mary explained, glancing at Lupin. “This person is actually a Muggle, a Muggle from a family with a wizard. She committed some crimes and was sentenced to death under Muggle law. She was captured by a wizard and infected with wolfsbane, turning her into a werewolf.”

"In the eyes of Muggles, she should actually be considered a true werewolf," because she doesn't possess any spellcasting abilities except for transforming into a werewolf on the night of a full moon.

"Our experiment is to find a way to keep her company with Hakimi the cat and inspire her magical powers. This is the safest approach, as she won't actively attack magical creatures after transforming into a werewolf."

Oh, everyone knows the last sentence.

After all, Sirius and his friends had practiced Animagus so hard so that they could spend the night with their good friend Lupin on the night of the full moon, and Snape had secretly followed their actions and found out about it.

This is why this person looks so strange in Lockhart and the others' eyes.

She walked through the woods like a witch, carrying a basket and a broom (a real broom), gathering all sorts of plants.

"At first, she collected plants that were rather strange-looking. But before we knew it, she suddenly started collecting some plants that had medicinal properties." Ms. Mary flipped through the experimental records. "At first, we were delighted, thinking that this was a sign of her magical activity becoming more active, and we studied how to trigger a magical outburst in her."

"But clearly, no."

She closed the lab manual with some regret. "She only observed the different attitudes of Hakimi cats towards certain plants and made that analysis and judgment."

Sirius shook his head. "Wizards' magical bursts usually occur between the ages of 6 and 8. Occasionally, some people may experience it earlier, either due to talent or extreme emotional stimulation, but if it occurs after this period, it can almost be considered a Squib."

"So that's the meaning of fairytale adventures." Snape countered, "Magic is life, and life is magic. When we step into the romance of fairytale adventures, magic naturally blossoms. Natural magical outbursts don't represent everything."

"only----"

He gestured to the Muggle werewolf disguised as a witch, "Her life hasn't turned into a fairytale adventure; she's just acting. You can't fake life; it requires a real life."

"Yes," Lockhart sighed. "We know the direction, and we've found Hakimi Cat as an auxiliary tool, but we still lack some feasible paths."

He looked at Ms. Mary. "Do you think there's any need to continue experimenting on this Muggle werewolf?"

Ms. Mary clearly had her own thoughts: "Perhaps she should be allowed to experience her own real life, instead of living in a fairy tale."

It's difficult. Even if they could help this Muggle go to a completely new place and start a new life, their werewolf identity means they can't do that—it would hurt someone else.

But now it's different.

Sirius's magic might be able to help with this.

"Let's go, let's give it a try." Lockhart called to everyone to follow the Muggle werewolf, and drew his wand, waving it in that direction from a distance.

A thick vine, coiled around the tree, began to move like a snake, quietly winding along the trunk and hanging down from one of the branches.

"Meow~!"

Hakimi the cat next to the Muggle werewolf suddenly bristled, its body rapidly expanding from its original kitten form into a massive creature larger than a Siberian tiger.

With a gentle wave of the wand, Hakimi the cat let out a scream and flew up quickly, hanging upside down in mid-air.

It frantically waved its limbs, but to no avail.

The scene before them caused Snape, Sirius, and Lupin, who were standing behind Lockhart, to have strange expressions.

Magic: Upside-down Bell.

Oh~

This is a terrible scene.

Soon, the Muggle werewolf was ensnared by the vines and hoisted into the air, screaming in terror, "Who are you?"

What are you going to do?!

With another wave of her wand, her mouth shut tightly.

Magic: Tongue Lock and Throat Seal.

"Don't worry~" Lockhart turned to look at the anxious Hakimi cat and spoke to it in the cat language invented by Ron, "I'm trying to help your master."

Hakimi the cat finally quieted down, but still watched the group of people with great vigilance.

"This cat is really useful!" Sirius exclaimed, looking at Hakimi the cat in amazement. "If those Muggles had kept one of these in their homes, they might not have been killed by those damned Death Eaters."

During Voldemort's previous activities, many innocent Muggles died, which greatly angered the righteous members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Sirius could sense that although Lockhart dealt with the cat so casually, it was not easy for ordinary wizards to handle. Its strong magic resistance alone was enough to render many wizards' attacks ineffective.

Wizards have always kept powerful magical creatures to guard their homes, such as house-elves to protect houses, fairies to guard property, and dragons. Hakimi Cat's strength is only at the bottom of the list, but its unique characteristic of being an ordinary animal in the Muggle world but a magical creature in the magical world is very meaningful.

It can bypass the "Secrecy Law" when people are less strict.

"If you're interested, you can ask Harry to get one for you," Lockhart said with a smile. "We currently have two breeding facilities, one managed by the Malfoy family and the other at the Quidditch Duel Training Grounds. Although they're smaller, they're enough to supply a number of people."

"Now----"

He gestured for the hanging Muggle werewolf to try, saying, "Give it a shot, everyone's getting impatient."

Sirius slowly raised his wand. "Well, I'm actually a little nervous. I have a feeling that something will change after I do this."

Lupin immediately tensed up, looking at him with concern, "What could have happened?"

Sirius shook his head. "I don't know. I'll find out by trying. At least this isn't enough to scare me."

As he spoke, he pointed his wand at the Muggle werewolf.

A light that others could not see seemed to emanate from before him, and his shadow stretched rapidly across the ground, eventually reaching a large tree not far away, where it could be vaguely discerned as the shape of a black dog.

Then the light truly shone forth.

"Slow down, slow down." Lockhart gripped his wand tightly, carefully sensing the spiritual changes in the Muggle werewolf and Sirius Black. Observing from this angle, he said, "Recall that feeling from before, that intense desire for Severus to wake up, that unwavering belief that Severus waking up is the normal state—"

"Yes, I feel it—" Sirius's voice became strange, sounding like several voices overlapping, deep and solemn, "Let everything get back on track, correct all the mistakes—"

The light shone brightly.

The light emanating from the tip of Sirius's wand almost completely enveloped the Muggle werewolf, while the shadow behind him grew increasingly dense and dark.

It was so gloomy that one could sense an ominous atmosphere just by looking at it.

The shadows, so dark they seemed to have gained weight, becoming viscous and profound.

After a while, Lockhart suddenly widened his eyes and looked sharply at the shadow behind Sirius.

Lupin, Snape, and Mrs. Mary, who were somewhat nervous, followed his movements and looked over.

"Merlin's white lipstick!" Mrs. Mary couldn't help but exclaim, quickly covering her mouth and staring in disbelief at Sirius's shadow.

The shadow that stretched across the ground seemed to have wisps of black smoke flowing and churning within it, before slowly condensing at the end of the shadow into the silhouette of a werewolf.

Compared to the black dog's shadow, the werewolf's shadow was faint, but still so eye-catching.

If the black dog's omen is misfortune and darkness, then the werewolf's omen is violence and coldness.

"Get him!"

With a flick of the wand, the light dissipated, and the shadow behind Sirius Black looked even more real.

A strange smile appeared on his face, a smile that seemed both bitter and triumphant. "So the so-called Dan versus Guang is not Blake's hand against Guangye, but rather Blake's hand against Dan is Guangye."

He gestured to the Muggle werewolf. "Her life is now just a blur, because she's no longer a werewolf."

"And Blake—"

"Bearing an ominous burden!"

With a mixed expression, he turned back to look at the shadow behind him. For the sake of the righteousness and correctness he upheld, he had brought light to others, while he had borne the burden of this ominous situation.

Sirius suddenly understood why the Black family, despite being known as an ancient family, always had short-lived ancestors.

Because, you see, the people in the Black family are always so fiercely protective of the family's glory.

The family enjoys great prosperity, but everyone willing to sacrifice for the family bears an ominous burden.

They draw strength from misfortune.

They too will be consumed by misfortune if they no longer wish to face the light.

"Ha~"

Sirius Black suddenly laughed, tears welling in his eyes. "You know what? We Blacks have always been Slytherins, and we've always been so obsessed with dark magic. Now we know that Blacks can easily pull off dark magic without getting their souls consumed by it."

He took a deep breath. "Think of Blackley's great legacy, he was once the pride of wizards, playing the role of wizard leaders and making great contributions to the entire wizarding community."

"Because later on, perhaps because of the unsustainability of incestuous marriages, perhaps because Quan Cong really changed, or perhaps everyone really changed, Blake was no longer the glory of wizards; Blake was just the glory of Blake."

"Thus, these narrow-minded people, these people who are obsessed with black magic, are no longer righteous, no longer the pride and glory of the wizarding community, and are ultimately swallowed up by misfortune."

"Dad—Mom—Uncle—Auntie—"

His eyes were brimming with tears as he gazed ahead, as if he could pierce through the ominous shadows of Blake and see the figures roaring at him, "Change is the right thing to do, change is the right thing to do!"

Listening to these words, Lockhart, for some reason, thought of the original ending of the story. Perhaps Sirius should have lived to base, which was to establish himself and walk the glorious path of Black's glory once again.

Unfortunately, he encountered another ominous figure, Bella, and died.

Sirius was clearly not a sentimental person. He turned away to secretly wipe his tears, but when he turned back, he was still the dashing and elegant young man he always was.

"Remus, look!" he said smugly to Lupin, gesturing towards the Muggle werewolf. "She's healed; she's not a werewolf anymore!"

Lupin looked at the werewolf shadow emerging from his own shadow with some concern. "What kind of impact will this have?"

Sirius Black gracefully put away his wand, the shadow dissipated, and he simply smiled slightly, "As long as you keep your heart upright and face the light, it will be the source of your inexhaustible power."

So, as Snape said, it's all quite obvious: when Sirius no longer faced the light, an ominous shadow engulfed him.

On the other side, Snape and Mrs. Mary rushed forward to examine the Muggle. They looked at each other in disbelief, finally confirming that the Muggle had been injected with wolfsbane again.

"This is incredible!" Ms. Mary was stunned.

Snape just grimaced unhappily. He had been studying wolfsbane for a long time and had made some progress. He was on the road to completely eradicating wolfsbane when one day someone told him—hey, stop wasting your time. This problem has already been solved by that person you hate!

ha~

How ironic!

"Gidero, do me a favor!"

Sirius seemed very eager to try. "If I wanted to heal all the werewolves, could I do it in your Lockhart Mansion?"

"You know, the New Age Basin is now the most eye-catching place in the entire wizarding world. I think it's time to do something for the glory of the Black family, to comfort my brother and Lian's parents and family."

"Let them—"

"Proud of Yi!"

Lockhart burst into laughter. "Of course, buddy, get ready, you're going to amaze the world!"

Yes, what follows will likely be the most sensational event in the entire wizarding world, bar none.

In the wizarding world, someone has appeared who can completely cure wolfsbane. Wow, that's really interesting!

Lockhart was delighted to see these shining figures from his life's fairytale adventures come together, and every little detail was so pleasing.