The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 370 For Voldemort!

"Is it fun?"

Grindelwald chuckled. "There's even more fun to come!"

It's important to understand that being a politician is only a secondary label for him; his more important label is that of a prophet.

He foresaw some interesting scenes.

for example----

He pointed to the sky, gesturing for Lockhart to look up.

Amidst gasps of alarm from the crowd, Harry in the sky suddenly clutched his forehead in agony and let out a piercing scream, as if he were about to fall from the sky.

"Harry!" Ron, Neville, Ginny, and the others quickly flew towards Harry on their broomsticks, while the more composed Cedric cast a spell on the Death Eater Labaster Lestrange, quickly blocking the danger.

"Can you imagine how eager Tom is to return here right now? To return to the center stage of the wizarding world?" Grindelwald said with a smile.

Lockhart looked up at the sky, but his vision transcended dimensions. In the scene of the Sea of ​​Spirits, a unique struggle was unfolding fiercely.

Voldemort is frantically fighting Dumbledore in an attempt to reclaim his possession.

Giving up the fight is tantamount to being completely kicked out of the game.

He can't accept it!

But he will never come back.

Dumbledore had blocked the entire road ahead.

No matter what kind of bloodline magic it is, like "Hogwarts is my home" or "Dumbledore and Lockhart are my family," it's all useless!

Dumbledore was unaware of this before, which led to decades of busy work finding a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the school every year. Now that he knows, it's not difficult to deal with.

Except for the one and only gap.

That was the Voldemort fragment in Harry's head.

This!

That was Grindelwald's plan!

Dumbledore's deficiency in the realm of the soul and his overwhelming magical power, along with Voldemort's strength and slightly weaker magical power in this area, naturally created a powerful magical tug-of-war between the two sides within the invisible channel of the spiritual connection between Voldemort and Harry Potter.

Old Grimm only made a slight move, yet he managed to scheme against everyone, including Dumbledore.

Of course, this was Albus's original request; he merely gave it a slight nudge.

The results were remarkable.

No one knew how bizarre the subtle changes in Harry and Voldemort's souls would be, except for Grindelwald.

He leisurely cracked sunflower seeds, watching the invisible confrontation between Albus and Tom, and the clash between the Death Eaters and the young wizards of the Dueling Club. He knew perfectly well that his intervention would determine the outcome, and he could simply wait for things to unfold naturally.

The battle in the sky continues.

Hermione wanted to go up and help, but found that her wand and flying broom were still in the hands of Sophia Rozier of Durmstrang, and she became very anxious.

The sky was filled with the Death Eater's maniacal laughter, "Hahaha~~~ For Voldemort~~~~ Hahaha~~~"

He looks like he's gone mad.

In fact, this Death Eater was insane.

Almost no one could endure the torment of Azkaban by Dementors for over a decade. Rabastein Lestrange, whose soul was already corrupted by dark magic and whose personality was twisted, could only suffer endless depravity.

This is where the benefits of black magic come in.

While it can drag a person's soul into the abyss, it can also grant them power far exceeding what ordinary magic can achieve, especially in the realm of combat involving attack and damage.

The ancient image of witches and sorcerers as being more powerful the crazier and more evil they were is derived from this.

This is why the wizarding world always gives people the feeling that each generation is worse than the last. This is mainly because Dumbledore was involved in and secretly promoted the removal of dark magic, hoping that wizards could embark on a brighter and better path.

For example, the romance advocated by Gilderoy Lockhart.

The wizards of the old days had nothing to do with romance; they were mysterious, evil, and ominous.

Just like Rabastein Lestrange, who is currently casting spells at will.

Every spell he unleashed was so malevolent, so powerfully malevolent, that the young wizards, accustomed to conventional magical combat, were momentarily overwhelmed.

Cedric was methodically countering Rabastan's spellcasting, his composure tempered with agility. His fighting style leaned towards defense, seeking opportunities to defeat his enemy within the defensive framework.

Each of his spells was extremely stable and powerful, and every attack that found an opportunity forced Rabastan to pay close attention in response.

However, their battle ended quickly.

Cedric didn't realize that his eyes were now bloodshot, as red as a rabbit's eyes.

Amidst Rabastan's sudden, extremely excited, and evil laughter, two streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.

Cedric's vision began to become distorted and crimson.

Anger, hatred, disgust and other intense emotions surged rapidly in his chest, making him want to shout them out as if he had to.

Then, in a frenzy, he unleashed the trump card he had been secretly concealing during the previous battle—"Golden Bell Falls!"—against Labastan.

Magic: The Golden Bell Lands!

This is the reverse spell of the upside-down bell, invented by Professor Snape, an extremely simple magic.

But in Cedric's spellcasting, it becomes special.

It's more like the inverted version of the Golden Bell Curse.

The Upside-Down Curse continues the consistent characteristic of Professor Snape's invention of magic, namely, changing the state of a target area of ​​the target's body—it is like an invisible hand lifting a person's feet, making them appear to be hanging upside down in the sky.

In Cedric's hands, the effect of the bell falling to the ground was like an invisible hand pressing someone's head down and slamming it to the ground.

It is extremely effective against both flying wizards and wizards on the ground arena.

A slight mistake could even break a person's neck!

This is Cedric's trump card.

Extremely effective.

With a scream, Rabastan in his eyes dropped his wand and flying broom in agony, clutching his neck with both hands as he slammed his head down to the ground.

Solved!

He defeated the dark wizard!

However, there were no cheers from the surroundings; Rabastan's shrill laughter still echoed in his ears, and his distorted, crimson vision was filled with the exclamations of his friends.

"Ginny!" everyone was calling.

Ginny Weasley?

Cedric looked down sharply at the ground and, amidst the crimson light, vaguely glimpsed the image of Ginny that he had attacked in Labastan.

He's been tricked!

He was played!

The anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and the hatred in his heart almost turned into flames that would burn him to ashes!

He angrily raised his wand and quickly pointed it at Rabastan.

"Cedric!" The Weasley twins, who were in the stands and not paying attention to the match, were rushing towards them on their fire bolts. They quickly noticed Cedric's unusual behavior.

Fred quickly propelled the fire bolt toward Ginny.

George stayed behind to guard against Cedric, who suddenly went berserk and attacked his own men—they even had a suspicion that Cedric might be some Death Eater hiding in the game.

Then George was quickly knocked away.

The immense magical power, like a hurricane, swept towards him with sharp, piercing blades and a powerful repelling spell.

Magic: Divine Sharpness Without a Trace!

Moreover, it's an upgraded version of the Divine Edge Without Shadow, resembling countless miniature Divine Edge Without Shadow tornadoes, or even a meat grinder with raging winds.

George let out a strange cry, waving his wand to cast the anti-spell technique of Divine Sharpness and Dispel the curse, while desperately driving the fire bolt to escape into the distance.

"It's me! It's me, George! Cedric!" his shouts echoed from afar. "If you're Cedric! Stop attacking! Get out of here!"

It's him?

George Weasley?

Cedric was going crazy. He looked around and saw the twisted laughter of Rabastan everywhere, and the figures of Rabastan that he hated everywhere.

Do not!

Do not!

How could this happen!

He grew increasingly furious!

In the stands, Grindelwald clicked his tongue and complained to Lockhart beside him, "See, this is the consequence of Hogwarts not teaching dark magic. Without guidance on dark magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts is like a castle in the air, becoming meaningless."

He shook his head. "Such a simple hatred curse," he said. "A simple counter-curse would easily break this state."

Lockhart didn't really understand the spell. He gestured to the Durmstrang team member who had hesitated in the air for a while before finally deciding to help, "Don't be ridiculous. I just saw Howard Gaunt cast a counter-spell on Cedric, but it had no effect."

Grindelwald was immediately displeased, looking at his student with utter disdain. "Useless!"

The counter-curse is correct.

However, if the magic power is insufficient, it will appear to have no effect at all.

Lockhart didn't understand the Black Magic of Hatred and Aversion, but he saw that the Death Eater Labaster was using some kind of Black Magic to constantly provoke Cedric's anger with his maniacal laughter.

Anger can ignite everything, including reason.

Realizing something doesn't mean you can respond correctly.

Unless~

"Tongue Lock Throat Seal!" Draco Malfoy, who had somehow appeared on his fire bolt, charged forward and cast a spell on Labaster. "Your laugh is awful!"

The magic worked.

The power of black magic is immense, but that doesn't mean Rabastan himself is ridiculously powerful. He couldn't defend against the magic; in an instant, the twisted laughter that echoed throughout the heavens and earth vanished completely.

"Protect Me!" Cedric finally calmed down a little from his anger and quickly cast the correct spell—using the power of Mind Guard to resist attacks that were being manipulated by anomalous forces.

It wasn't the most effective way to break the spell, but the effect has already occurred.

Cedric still sensed Rabastan's presence everywhere, making it difficult to discern which one was the one he madly hated and was filled with anger towards. So, he rationally decided to control his flying broom and descend to the ground.

He chose not to cause trouble for others.

I'm sure everyone will be able to get rid of this annoying guy soon.

As he suppressed his emotions and calmed down, Cedric suddenly began to understand why so many wizards chose the path of dark wizards.

Professor Lockhart's Way to Become a Master of Magic!

After dark magic distorts one's soul and personality, the wizard inevitably embarks on a life of dark power. Life and magic are so highly unified that he uses unfamiliar magical realms that are difficult for others to deal with to create a devastating effect on others.

But this path is a one-way street, and in the end, it will only lead you to fall into the abyss.

Cedric felt this very strongly.

Because of his family.

He was born into a traditional, ancient, pure-blooded family. His father was a well-known "good-for-nothing" in the circle, a magical creature conservationist with extremely poor spellcasting abilities.

This was a change my father made. "I realized the evil consequences of the pure-blood family still passing down ancient witchcraft. Everyone is dying young. I rarely see long-lived wizards. The power of dark magic is eroding our lives."

The father rejected all the inherited witchcraft, yet he was unable to master the dueling spells taught in school, and instead pursued a purely academic path.

But he clearly did the right thing; his father now looks exceptionally healthy and claims that living to be over a hundred years old will be extremely easy for him.

And so, thinking of magical theories and his family, Cedric gradually suppressed his anger under the power of the Patronus Charm.

He landed on the ground and began receiving treatment from the Aurors.

"Principal Lockhart won't let us go up and help," Auror Tonks said, sounding quite annoyed. "He said this is your adventure!"

Cedric merely twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a gentle smile. "You see, none of the other professors went up either."

Tonks thought about it and finally felt much better. "That's true."

The battle in the sky continues.

Just then, a huge surge of magical energy suddenly came from the stands, and a tall figure stood in the chaotic crowd, waving a magic wand towards the sky.

Black smoke billowed and quickly condensed into a giant skull shape high in the sky.

The skull opened and closed its mouth, spitting out a venomous snake formed from thick black smoke.

"The Black Magic Mark?"

Lockhart looked at Grindelwald in astonishment. "Was this also your arrangement?"

Grindelwald peered curiously into that corner as well. "Oh, of course not. Too much of a good thing is bad. I understand that principle."

He chuckled as he spoke, "A fool's men are all fools. We clearly overestimated some people, thinking they were biding their time. These Death Eaters are just stupid."

Clearly, this was a Death Eater who had secretly come to watch the match, and after Rabastan made his move, he finally couldn't hold back and joined in the attack.

Death Eaters are used to such terrorist attacks.

This guy responded quickly.

Holding the magic spell aloft, casting the Dark Mark, and shouting, "For Voldemort!"

At that moment, Voldemort, who was locked in a magical tug-of-war with Dumbledore inside Harry's head, almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Do not!

You idiots!

You are ruining everything!

He was so angry, wanting to turn the situation around; he was so helpless, filled with despair about what lay ahead.

No~~~~