great-warnovel Chapter 136 More Than One
Chapter 136 More Than One
Chapter 136 There is more than one
However, since this occurs in the spiritual realm, the essence of these two ghosts should still be Lockhart's inner demons.
"Stay calm!"
Hermione raised her left hand, and soft, pale blue light bloomed from her palm, like pollen scattered in the spring breeze.
Riding the earth is absolutely dignified. It's a magic from the Kalia royal family that can alleviate the accumulation of states like hypnosis and madness. It's a relatively uncommon support magic, and even the Faded Ones rarely use it.
But it's clearly very relevant right now; Lockhart, who is experiencing mental health issues, really needs to calm down.
Fine specks of light spread out, causing the water to stop trembling and even the snowflakes to seem to slow down tenfold.
It fell through the air as if in slow motion.
Strangely, the two little girls seemed completely unaffected, even reaching out to touch the light. "Magic," the one on the left said.
"Yes, magic," the one on the right replied.
"We will too."
The next moment, the two girls took hands and embraced tightly. Their skin and bones merged, their flesh and blood surged, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into a ferocious skeletal serpent, rushing rapidly towards Hermione.
"Forget everything!" She cast the spell at the giant skeletal serpent again, but like the calming spell, it had no effect.
"Not a consciousness?" Hermione frowned, quickly taking off and retreating to create distance.
"Whether it's the Calming Charm or the Forgetting Charm, they should be able to deal with anything in Lockhart's mental world, but these two little girls are completely immune to them."
She quickly retreated in mid-air, but the giant skeletal serpent defied the laws of physics, swimming from the water's surface into the air, relentlessly pursuing Hermione, its pale greenish head glowing with two lantern-like ghostly fire eyes.
One after another, the Radiant Stone Demon Shards struck out like heavy iron hammers, but like the previous forbidden spells, they passed through the giant snake's body without any hindrance and hit the water's surface.
"Why does this bone snake look so much like a basilisk?" she wondered to herself. The two little girls seemed more like real ghosts than spirits.
"Could it be that it's not the professor's inner demons, but some kind of dark magic curse?" But the other professors clearly didn't find anything. It couldn't be that Grindelwald suddenly disliked Lockhart and cursed him from afar, could it? Apart from this Dark Lord, even if Voldemort were to take action, it shouldn't be to the point that Dumbledore couldn't find out.
But there wasn't much time to think about anything else. The skeletal serpent's attacks were incredibly fierce, and her magic was useless. She could only dodge by flying at high speed.
"Let's try treating it as a ghost," she thought to herself, and as the giant snake charged at her again, she reached out and pushed it away.
"Tibia's Call!" She didn't use her spirit fire, after all, there was still a chance that it really was a part of Lockhart.
Although she had no faith in death and her death magic was not very effective, this half-finished Tibia's Call actually worked, freezing the giant serpent in mid-air.
Just as she had used this magic to summon the ghost of the wizard in Chernobog, the Calling Ship has an extremely strong control over the spirits of the dead.
"It really is a ghost!? What's gotten into Lockhart's brain?!" Hermione was shocked.
But before she could make a further move, a little girl emerged from the dark esophagus of the giant snake's gaping maw.
"Yes, we can use magic too," she said expressionlessly, seemingly responding to her sister's earlier words.
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She pointed forward, and a familiar dark green lightning bolt shot out from her fingertip—the Killing Curse!
But Hermione was in mid-air, and it was too late for her to dodge.
"Kalia's Retribution!" In the critical moment, she once again cast the magic that had saved her from death at the beginning of her transmigration.
The familiar barrier flashed by once again, deftly and precisely blocking the incoming green lightning, transforming it into three deadly swords that shot out.
Once again, the decree of death is returned.
The deadly swords did not pierce straight through as the previous magic had; instead, they struck the giant snake's eyes and the girl's chest in its mouth with lightning speed.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment. The skeletal serpent stood frozen in mid-air, its mouth agape. The girl, whose chest had been pierced by the sword formed from the death curse, looked at her own chest and stammered, "Brother—"
Before she could finish speaking, she and the giant snake turned into black smoke and gradually dissipated.
Hermione landed slowly, still shaken. Fortunately, she had been training diligently for over a year, and the Kalia return that she could only achieve by luck before had gone smoothly this time.
The giant snake before them, like a massive sand sculpture, was slowly dissolving and turning into black smoke.
But as its body disintegrated further, a figure bound within it gradually emerged.
"Professor!?" Hermione exclaimed.
The figure that looked like it was trapped in a cage was Lockhart himself!
As the skeletal serpent completely disintegrated, Lockhart fell onto the water's surface. Like a drowning person regaining breath, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and looked at the girl in front of him.
"What a powerful Reflection Charm! It almost killed me too." Lockhart struggled to his feet, his voice hoarse as if he had been walking in the desert for three days and three nights.
"Can you see what just happened?"
"This is, after all, my sea of consciousness." Lockhart shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind.
"Is this some kind of curse?" Hermione asked, the scent of dark magic becoming unusually strong after the giant snake disintegrated.
"Driven by blood ties and nourished by emotions, it was Voldemort who did it." Lockhart smiled bitterly, looking at the black smoke that had not yet completely dissipated in the sky.
"He has the remains of my two older sisters; only in this way could he have cast such a powerful curse."
Hermione was even more puzzled: "After you fainted, Dumbledore came and examined you, and he ruled out the possibility that you were cursed."
If Voldemort's curse were that powerful, he shouldn't have been holed up in Albania, with Dumbledore blocking his way out. He would have gone to Paris long ago and dragged Grindelwald down.
Lockhart lowered his head and remained silent for a long time: "Because there is more than one 'me'."
"???" Hermione was full of questions.
Lockhart reached out his hand, his face filled with sorrow: "If you still trust me, let me show you around."
Hermione is not an innocent little girl without vigilance. Although Lockhart's strange condition can be explained in a way, words are the least weighty thing.
She stared at him without saying anything, but still silently placed her hand on the man's outstretched palm.
The next moment, the sky and the earth were upside down, the water surface flipped like a mirror, and Hermione and Lockhart passed through the splashing water.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a city nestled on a hillside.
"Is this—the former Malfoy Castle?" She recognized the familiar smoke and city ahead. Although it was much smaller than when she saw it last year, it was largely unchanged.
She looked down and saw the thin layer of water solidified into a translucent dirt road, and beneath the road, a moon, snowing, was buried deep within.