Chapter 47: Fairy Tale Adventure Practice
Lockhart's attitude was utterly outrageous!
The short, stout wizard with the crooked face was so enraged that his swollen face looked like it was about to explode. He jabbed his wand forcefully at the young wizard Draco Malfoy, screeching, "I told you to drop your wand! Or I'll kill him!"
Lockhart simply stroked the wand in his hand, saying nothing.
The wand was whispering to him.
His awareness seemed to extend through the wand towards the world, clearly perceiving the information that had actually been there all along in this realm.
The feeling was very similar to the 'Forest Darling' state of the Forest Witch, except this time the state wasn't the forest's favor, but communication with the wand.
He could sense a dense malevolence.
Clawing and flailing, unrestrained, bursting forth with intense, stimulating tension towards the surroundings.
This perception of evil instinctively caused a slight stinging and burning sensation.
It will cause harm!—the wand told him.
Someone has been hurt!
The wand said again.
Yes, his student, Draco Malfoy, was currently experiencing the pain of the Cruciatus Curse, that terrible Unforgivable Curse.
Then the wand probed the information of the world and quietly told him that this harm would be eliminated!
It was the vines about to burst from the soil, the guardians summoned by the Wronged Fairy, a seed of a poisonous tentacle that had unknowingly fallen into the nearby soil, about to be activated.
It was the wand about to be snatched away, the Winged Demon in the pocket of his wizard's robe, which sensed your anger and your thoughts and was eager to act.
It was the body about to be completely stiffened by terror, the Little Goldies, that powerful dark magical creature, eager to establish its authority in front of its other companions and planning to instantly deal with this evil wizard.
It was the head about to be chopped off, the Boggart, which seemed to really like the image of the 'Hanged Corpse' and decided to swing that huge axe at the wizard's unmoving head.
But Lockhart stopped them.
No need for verbal commands, extending his will through the wand, conveying his requests to the dark magical creatures.
Because...
The young wizards he had spent so much effort nurturing had all reacted from their initial panic.
Bravely fighting the evil overlord!
What better practical combat experience could there be?
Lockhart wasn't like the original Lockhart in the books, awkwardly making the young wizards perform scenes from his works. Instead, he genuinely tried to find ways to let the young wizards feel and immerse themselves in their own fairy tale adventures as much as possible.
Trying every possible method.
The result was very good; the young wizards easily got into the state.
At this moment, such a fairy tale adventure materialized before the young wizards!
"Expelliarmus!"
"Serpensortia!"
"Incendio!"
"Densaugeo!"
"Accio Draco Malfoy!"
"Protego!"
Countless wands instantly focused their fire, washing over the wizard like a tidal wave.
The Slytherin students had indeed learned the importance of the target. They were more willing to leave the danger to the powerful Professor Lockhart and choose to save their classmate Draco Malfoy.
The Gryffindor young wizards had a strong desire to fight, each releasing the most powerful spells they could cast at this dark wizard who had appeared out of nowhere.
The Hufflepuff young wizards were the most稳妥. They all chose the Shield Charm. Even though some of the effects released weren't ideal, all these spells converged into one, turning into a wave of golden light to protect all their classmates from potential harm.
The Ravenclaw young wizards were much more creative.
Flash Charms, Periculum, Tarantallegra, and even Scourgify aimed directly at the middle-aged wizard's face, all sorts of imaginative magic flashing with dazzling colors.
The middle-aged wizard panicked instantly, no longer caring about the young wizard under his foot or Lockhart not far away. He frantically cast a Shield Charm on himself and expertly deflected several spells that the Shield Charm couldn't block.
However, there were simply too many young wizards he was facing.
Even though he looked so powerful, he was still hit by one of the spells. His right leg quickly swelled up like a huge loaf of bread, longer than his upper body, propping him up high before he fell to the ground.
Then the bats, snakes, wild boars, and birds summoned by the spells all rushed over to bite and tear at him.
"Ahhh~~~"
He cried out in miserable pain.
Instantly, the young wizards became excited.
They did it!
They had dealt with a big villain lurking in the school! This would definitely make them the focus of all their classmates!
No, it should be said that this was definitely a perfect experience worth boasting about for a lifetime!
Lockhart sighed beside them and shook his head.
These young wizards really didn't have much experience. At this time, no one thought about completely controlling the dark wizard.
In the end, the fairy tale adventure practice wasn't a real fairy tale adventure. It was different from the experience of blood and fire warfare.
Boom!
A huge surge of air erupted.
Instantly tearing apart all the animals biting at the middle-aged wizard, and even throwing several young wizards who were too close away.
The middle-aged wizard struggled to stand up, but found that his right leg had swollen to be thicker than his waist, making it impossible to bear weight. In desperation, anger completely ignited his brain. He waved his wand at the Weasley twins, who were imitating his screams and making their classmates laugh—"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light of the curse washed over them.
George, directly facing the middle-aged wizard, looked at this scene in horror, shouting a warning and trying to pull Fred away. All the surrounding young wizards were also stunned.
But at this moment, a gray wolf, which had been lurking nearby in the grass for who knew how long, leaped out and blocked the curse before dissipating.
"Counterattack!" Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff shouted.
However, unlike before, when he had been ambushed almost because he underestimated the children and instinctively ignored them, this dark wizard was now completely in battle mode.
A killing battle mode.
Even though he struggled and couldn't stand up, he still quickly waved his wand and forcefully thrust it downwards, gripping it in reverse.
Boom!
It was as if a muffled thunder came from the depths of the earth. All the surrounding ground shook, and everyone lost their balance and fell to the ground in panic. Several places even cracked open with deep ravines, and some young wizards screamed in terror as they fell in.
This was a very simple spell.
The Tarantallegra, also known as the dancing feet spell.
Historically, a wizard had illegally released this spell on a volcano, almost destroying a human city.
Magic, in the end, depended on who was using it.
After dealing with these young wizards, the middle-aged wizard finally had a chance to catch his breath and quickly cast the general counter-curses on himself.
Finite Incantatem!
No effect.
Dejinx!
No effect.
Defensive Charm Dissipation!
Finally, as his oversized bread-like right leg rapidly deflated and shook like a leaking balloon, his right leg finally returned to normal.
But this delay also allowed several of the more outstanding young wizards to regain their composure.
Cedric Diggory, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Cassius Warrington...
More than a dozen young wizards attacked the middle-aged wizard again with spells.
But this level of attack clearly couldn't trouble this powerful middle-aged wizard. As he released extremely vicious dark magic spells one after another, several young wizards were knocked down.
Defeat was imminent.
The middle-aged wizard laughed twistedly, his laughter like that of a night owl, roaring, "I'm going to kill you all! You all have to die!"
He quickly waved his wand, seemingly intending to release another relatively complex spell.
Just then, a wave of terrible fear swept through this corner.
The originally noisy battlefield instantly fell into dead silence.
Even Fang in the distance, barking frantically in terror, froze in place.
Everyone remained motionless in their original postures, their eyes wide open, yet seemingly unable to see anything. Their five senses were distorted in terror, as if they could only hear their own rapid heartbeats.
"Sigh~~"
A sigh broke the dead silence.
Lockhart slowly walked onto the battlefield, helped up a young wizard who had fallen backward, hitting his head on the ground, and approached the middle-aged wizard step by step.
He shook his head, very dissatisfied with the outcome of this battle.
Among these young wizards, some could be said to be extremely talented, especially Cedric and the Weasley twins. These three could be said to be the candidates he had the highest hopes for among the fourth-year students.
But their performance was still disappointing.
In the end, these three were not the kind with hearts full of malice... oh, to put it more politely—they were not the kind with particularly strong combat instincts.
Not every young wizard was Harry Potter, Lockhart thought with regret.
There was a reason why the British Ministry of Magic's Auror Office had only recruited Nymphadora Tonks last year in recent years.
Sure enough, he still had to focus on Harry Potter.
He only intended to teach for one year and needed a strong case to prove his strength, to establish his image as a great wizard, so that after a year, his wizarding life wouldn't be disturbed by all sorts of random people challenging him.
Pat-a-pat... pat-a-pat...
His footsteps struck the hearts of everyone around like heavy drums, filling them with waves of terror.
The middle-aged wizard didn't seem to have completely succumbed to terror. He craned his neck, panting heavily, his eyes wide and staring straight at the approaching Lockhart.
The magic in his whole body was boiling.
Unfortunately, he still couldn't resist the influence of the three hands of the dark magical creature.
He wanted to resist, but just now, a flash of blue light flew past, already snatching the wand from his hand, completely depriving him of his last chance.
He could only watch as Lockhart came closer, stopped, and pulled a ball of black smoke from his pocket.
Watching the ball of smoke turn into a terrifying two-meter-long centipede-like creature, climbing onto him, sharp legs piercing into his body, stimulating his nerves, making his whole body numb and completely losing control.
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