The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 383 The Legendary Gatling Gun and the Sea of ​​Flowers

Seeing Lockhart standing there lost in thought, Audrey felt a little uneasy. "I don't know if this will help you."

Lockhart snapped out of his reverie, smiled slightly, and said, "Of course, it's a huge help."

He looked at the magical artifact, a modern occult prop, with awe. "Through this interesting adventure, I have finally come to fully understand what the legend Grindelwald told me is all about."

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"turn out to be----"

"A legend is not driven by the collective subconscious of the present moment, a consensus shaped by public opinion, or a deliberately exaggerated greatness —"

"But the future!"

"A legend of the future!"

"To put it simply, future magical history and many great legends will surely recount many wondrous and bizarre tales!"

This is the magical world as seen through the eyes of the powerful prophet Gellert Grindelwald, flowing along the tides of the future, and returning along the tides of the future.

Grindelwald once said that the future is uncertain.

Lockhart had always thought he understood what Grindelwald meant when he said the future was full of countless coincidences and uncertainties, which was obviously a very easy thing to understand.

However, now many viewers realize their own shallowness. Grindelwald speaks on the magical level—the present and the future are in a rhythmic relationship of mutual correspondence and promotion, filled with a kind of wonderful and unpredictable tension.

This tension breeds powerful magical energy.

It is not a time force that Lockhart has encountered in the past. If Lockhart were to use his still relatively shallow understanding, he would probably describe it as history.

This inevitably brings to mind the large number of magical historians in Grindelwald's family.

What's interesting isn't the innate talent that comes with magical bloodlines, but rather that the most famous magical historian, Grindelwald's great-aunt Bathilda Bagshot, was "exceptionally skilled in history," yet not a powerful magical master.

There is a huge difference between "having" and "knowing how to use" magic among wizards with magical talent.

Sometimes, not knowing how to use it can turn such magical talent into a curse, like Crabbe in the past.

"I clearly feel the path forward!"

Lockhart recounted with amazement, "Fairytale adventures, magical lives, and the next step is the 'Legendary Path'!"

"The Road to Legends?" Audrey and Cintina, who were standing nearby, were both very curious.

"Simply put, it means you have to do something that's destined to become legendary," Lockhart explained his discovery. "So right now, from the very first step you take, every step is on the path to becoming legendary."

For example, he plotted to leave behind a powerful potions master, the Ghost Professor, in Beauxbatons.

In the future, at Beauxbatons, one of the three great magic schools at the heart of the wizarding world, potions will be taught by a top potions master, who will also be an immortal ghost professor.

Thus, the past of this ghost professor is destined to become a legendary story, and even how he became the ghost professor will be a legendary story.

Lockhart is now in the future telling legendary stories of the past, in such a legendary fairy tale adventure.

This kind of romance, imbued with historical weight and ethereal beauty, is destined to unleash even more wondrous magical power.

"Is this the magical world as seen through the eyes of the prophet?" He was deeply shocked.

Old Ge is awesome!

Lockhart rubbed his hands together, looking at Audrey with great anticipation. "Is this machine still working? I have an idea I can't wait to try."

Audrey wasn't quite sure. "I need to check first."

This is a semi-finished product of a modern occult magic tool. Being a semi-finished product means that although it can already provide the expected powerful functions, the tool itself is unusually large and fragile.

"The hallmark of a fully invented magical item or alchemical artifact is that it must look extremely simple."

"Like the three great death artifacts: the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Cloak of Invisibility, as well as Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone."

The machine in front of us is anything but simple.

It uses a great many nested systems, including small platforms for rituals to worship evil gods, techniques for controlling crystal balls, and techniques from modern occultism.

Even a simple description of it would take days and nights to explain; it's an extremely complex field that delves deeply into several areas before venturing into cross-disciplinary exploration.

After waiting for a long time, Audrey finally breathed a sigh of relief. "No problem, Dumbledore didn't use any destructive power, it's unaffected."

"That's good!"

Lockhart excitedly drew his wand, his eyes reflecting the shimmering silver light of the spiritual sea. "Let me see what's suitable for me to embark on the 'Path of Legends' now."

This is difficult; he struggles to decipher the intricate complexities within the sea of ​​spirituality. Perhaps he will need to study more advanced potion-making concepts to gain a broader understanding.

However, there is now an extra help: the participants in this mysterious fairy tale.

The machine starts up.

Lockhart no longer followed Audrey's instructions. He had gained a deeper understanding of the mechanism and could try to combine it with the power of the Sea of ​​Spirit.

The magic wand is waved.

The silver light surged like mist, permeating the entire cellar.

Countless red lines extended from Lockhart's figure, connecting one spirit after another. They pushed and pulled each other, like a sea of ​​stars.

Under the influence of this mysterious fairy tale participant machine, four spiritual entities began to stand out conspicuously in the vaguely emerging sea of ​​spirituality.

A giant, serpentine floor-length mirror, and a stag brimming with blissful, unrestrained joy—these two elements evoke the spirit of Harry Potter.

And Voldemort).

The Hakimi cat, brimming with peace, warmth, and joy, embodies a spirit inspired by Ron Weasley.

The spirit of Aries, full of adventurous ambition, pioneering spirit, and calm wisdom, comes from Hermione Granger.

(Mentioned in Chapter 98)

"Did you know?"

Amidst the silvery mist, Lockhart smiled as he looked at Audrey and Cintina beside him. "A crucial point of fairy tale theory is that it guides us toward reality, from magic into reality."

As he spoke, he suddenly swung his wand forcefully.

bang~

The silvery mist exploded.

The four spiritual entities rapidly collapsed and expanded, creating an extremely eerie and unsettling scene, as if they were being rapidly flipped from the heart into reality.

In an instant, the four spiritual figures in everyone's eyes transformed into three real figures—Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Then, the true colors began to spread along the bodies of the three young wizards and outwards, eventually turning into a slightly dark alley.

Lockhart, Cintina, and Audrey appeared right beside the three little ones, but they ignored them, which was clearly due to the magical power of the "World Island".

"Shh~"

Hermione gestured for the two restless guys to quiet down. "Calm down, guys. This is a Muggle industrial area with lots of people. If we cast spells here, it will seriously violate the Statute of Secrecy and could also harm innocent people."

"No matter how careful we are."

"Do you remember?"

"Back then, Peter Pettigrew escaped from Sirius Black's pursuit because he used magic to kill an entire street of Muggles."

"Never overestimate the moral bottom line of this dark wizard."

Ron, standing to the side, rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Nobody asked you to come!"

Hermione stared intently at the two immature boys, then snorted, "I have to keep an eye on you! I don't want to see you in the papers in Azkaban in a few days!"

"Trust me, okay? We have to find the right opportunity, not just rush in recklessly." Hermione's voice grew increasingly serious.

"Okay, okay." Ron knew he couldn't go against the other person's wishes in this matter.

As for Harry, he had long ago grasped the "survival philosophy" when his two friends were arguing: shut up and disappear.

Finally, as always, Ron gave in, and Hermione took over leadership of the small team.

Harry quickly asked, "What should we do now?"

"Keep an eye on him!" Hermione peered out from the corner of the wall for a moment, then quickly pulled her head back and whispered, "I asked Professor Lockhart, and the reason he and Dumbledore aren't attacking the Dark Lord right now is because the Dark Lord we're seeing now is just a temporary body he's using, just like the body he used for Professor Quirrell in his first year. It's just that this body is more suitable for him now."

"Blindly taking action will not do any good; everyone is trying to find a solution."

"Perhaps we can find the place where Peter Pettigrew is hiding his real body by following him."

Ron sighed helplessly, muttering to himself, "All I want to do right now is kill Peter Pettigrew," before obediently shutting his mouth under Hermione's death stare.

It's so bitter~

He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

Ever since Harry secretly revealed his ability to see Voldemort's condition, Ron has been begging Harry to keep an eye on Peter Pettigrew.

Harry would certainly agree.

He wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew even more than Ron did!

That coward who killed his parents!

Finally, Peter Pettigrew was given a mission by the Dark Lord and had to go out and do something on his own!

"Hehe~" Lockhart, leaning against the alley wall, raised an eyebrow at the two ladies beside him. "You know what? The reason Peter Pettigrew is being targeted by these three little guys is partly due to Sirius Black's ominous curse."

"That's really bad news," Audrey sighed. "Judging solely from the strength of their dueling magic, the three of them are already among the top few wizards. Peter Pettigrew can't escape."

Cintina agreed, "Peter Pettigrew is doomed, but—"

She tilted her head. "By then, will the three of them really kill someone?"

That's a really interesting question.

"I'm curious too." Lockhart looked at everything in front of him with great interest.

Soon, the three little guys crept up and came to the window of the Muggle factory office building, eavesdropping on the conversation inside.

Audrey shook her head. "The flying broomsticks you taught us, Harry Potter's ancestral Deathly Hallows invisibility cloak, the Weasley twins' retractable ears and spyglasses—they didn't use any of them."

That's right.

Lockhart clicked his tongue. "They obviously need to go through more before they realize how useful these things really are."

However, their attention was soon drawn to the conversation inside the factory's office building.

"I came with sincerity!" Peter Pettigrew's voice was a little loud, as if he was angered by the other party's arrogant attitude.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man wearing a thick hood, toying with a cigar in his hand, his voice low and deep, "You make it sound too easy. We have some connections, and we all know that you Death Eaters are like rats in the gutter, hated by everyone."

Peter Pettigrew's face flushed with barely suppressed anger; he hated being called a mouse!

He drew his wand, staring coldly at the other man. "Perhaps you should see it this way: it's precisely because we Death Eaters are currently at a disadvantage that you have this opportunity to cooperate with us!"

"Yeah?"

The middle-aged man sneered, squeezing the cigar into his palm. "You wizards are always so high and mighty, so arrogant."

Some people standing on either side of the office, also wearing hooded robes, raised their hands and lowered their hoods, revealing their true faces.

The little ones peeking out the window with half their heads sticking out quickly covered their mouths, almost letting out a cry of surprise.

These people had wolf heads of various shapes above their necks!

"Put down your wand!"

The middle-aged man's voice grew increasingly cold, "If you had any understanding of werewolves' incredible speed and magic resistance, you should know that you have no right to point your wand at me in this office!"

Peter Pettigrew sneered, "Believe me, I know the werewolves' strength better than anyone!"

In order to accompany Lupin, who had turned into a werewolf, on the night of the full moon, the raiders went to great lengths to contact the Animagus, to go on nighttime adventures together, so how could they not understand?

Peter Pettigrew even knows more about it than James and Sirius.

This is because the two young masters only thought about spending time with their friends, while he, who just wanted to integrate into this small group, would observe Lupin's every state and every detail more carefully after he turned into a werewolf.

Even back in school, he was already thinking about ways to deal with werewolves.

Living with a werewolf day and night, he naturally had to be careful.

"What if we add this?"

The middle-aged man threw away the cigar he had crushed into crumbs, pulled down his hood to reveal a wolf's head, and pulled a huge gun from under his desk.

M134 Gatling gun!

With a maximum rate of fire of 6000 rounds per minute, the werewolf's powerful physique provides it with strong stability and mobility.

The middle-aged man, carrying this extravagantly designed gun, aimed it at the wall to the side and suddenly opened fire. The powerful torrent of bullets tore through the glass window and the wall below the window sill with devastation.

The terrifying scene froze Peter Pettigrew in shock.

What chilled him to the bone even more was—

The three figures exposed after the wall was destroyed, from the direction the middle-aged man fired, looked so familiar!

Ron, Harry, Hermione!

At that moment, Ron was holding his wand in front of them, and the torrent of bullets released by the Gatling gun was transformed into light, soft petals by polymorph as it approached them.

Bright red petals fluttered and danced in the air.

Of the three, Hermione suddenly looked up at a corner of the wall and said in frustration, "Damn it, I didn't notice there was a security camera here!"

As she spoke, she quickly waved her wand, and the petals that fluttered and danced like a sea of ​​flowers transformed one by one into small red birds, flapping their wings and flying into the office.

Harry, with remarkable decisiveness, cast a spell on the middle-aged man wielding the Gatling gun: "Expelliarmus!"

Battle is imminent!

Lockhart looked at Ron, who was standing at the front, with admiration. "I knew I wasn't wrong. Ron is a true Gryffindor champion!"

To deal with a barrage of bullets using Transfiguration, besides magical power, the most important thing is a firm and unwavering will.

It should be noted that if even the slightest carelessness is overlooked and a single bullet is missed, it can easily tear the wizard's body apart.

At this point, the wizard must have complete faith in the wand in his hand and in his own magic.

Ron~

This kid has amazing potential!

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