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Chapter 350 Daisy Sweet Cream and Sunshine
Chapter 350 Daisy Sweet Cream and Sunshine
The most thrilling thing about Harry and Hermione's match was—
The powerful magic they unleashed on the field was so potent that it made the arena difficult to repair, and even the repairing spells cast by the Aurors who came to help from the Ministry of Magic could not fix it.
The effects of the healing spell became extremely slow.
This directly led to the suspension of the entire event.
Professor McGonagall had to announce, with regret and pride, that the event was suspended and the remaining procedures would be postponed until tomorrow.
Of course she had a way to solve it, but she just watched everyone busy without intervening. It was quite interesting that the competition was suspended because of the little wizard's amazing performance.
Something to be very proud of.
Satisfy.
This game was so satisfying.
Harry Potter was a little nervous.
After a private discussion with his good friends Ron and Hermione, and on Hermione's advice, the three of them went to see Lord Lockhart.
Granted.
Lockhart was already planning to go out.
Now that Voldemort has released his Death Eater minions, he needs to return to Beauxbatons to make some arrangements in case anything goes wrong.
Looking at the three little ones, he thought for a moment, then reopened the door and invited them into the Mushroom House.
"You showed great quality, and I was actually quite surprised. The way you used the current situation to cast spells in this match showed tremendous improvement."
Lockhart assumed Harry had come seeking his opinion. After everyone was seated, the Wrongfully Killed Fairy brought tea, and the little golden retriever brought a plate of fresh fruit it had picked from the depths of the Forbidden Forest. He picked up his tea, took a sip, and began to speak with a smile.
Harry was somewhat smug, but he didn't seem that smug.
He glanced at his friends, and with encouraging looks from Ron and Hermione, said, "Professor, actually—"
"Actually, that's Voldemort's ability."
Lockhart was taken aback and looked up at him seriously.
"During our last adventure, we fought against the young Voldemort, and I realized I had a connection with him."
Harry lifted the hair from his forehead, revealing the lightning bolt scar. "Here, fragments of his soul still remain, his—"
He couldn't think of a more accurate description for a moment.
"His tail!" Ron interjected. "He showed his tail, and Harry grabbed it!"
Oh~
Very vivid.
It's a very strange description.
Hermione frowned upon hearing this and quietly distanced herself from Harry.
Harry clearly didn't quite agree with this description either, but it was so vivid that he didn't know what other description could be more accurate, so he could only agree and continue, "It's a fragment of a soul, not a soul. I can feel it."
"Fragmented, on the verge of collapse, and devoid of self-awareness."
Lockhart raised an eyebrow, pulled his wand from his wizard robe pocket, and said, "Harry, if you don't mind, I can check you out."
Harry readily agreed, and instinctively leaned forward with a hint of anticipation.
The wand gently touched his temple, a hollow spot in the body that encapsulates the soul, the place closest to the soul outside the eyes, the windows to the soul.
The extraction of memory silver threads using the meditation basin is usually performed in this area as well.
"Believe me," Lockhart murmured, "no one understands 'broken souls' better than me, no one!"
Ok.
Actually, there really is someone like that; Voldemort probably knows more about this than he does.
Lockhart excels at memory, but memory is only a part of the soul. In some theories that Voldemort shared before, Voldemort believed that the soul also includes a series of information such as magical bloodlines.
From this perspective, Harry Potter, in a certain magical sense, can actually be seen as a continuation of Voldemort's life.
Needless to say.
Harry has three magical bloodlines: his father James Potter, his mother Lily Evans, and Voldemort's.
This is also why Harry became a Parseltongue.
In other words, Harry had been unconsciously digesting the fragments of Voldemort's soul that he had left in his body from the very beginning.
Digestion—Lockhart knows this all too well.
As a life thief, he was an expert at this.
"It's not a big problem." Lockhart put away his wand; the fragment of Harry's soul was more reassuring than he had imagined.
The memories in his own mind would also form fragmented personalities that would clamor in his thoughts, and even collide with each other to produce all sorts of messy thoughts.
The soul fragments within Harry's body can really only be considered a kind of substance.
Harry wasn't comforted; he remained anxious and hesitant to speak.
Hermione simply asked, "Could he turn into Voldemort? You know, the Ship of Theseus."
"What is the Ship of Theseus?" Ron asked, somewhat bewildered.
"The philosophy of the Muggle world is also known as the Theseus Paradox," Hermione explained. "The ship of Theseus, the King of Athens, was historically significant and was constantly repaired and preserved. People replaced part after part until the entire ship was replaced and no part of the original ship could be found."
"Then some people started to wonder, is this still the same ship?"
"What's there to discuss?" Ron thought Muggles were boring. "The reason Theseus's ship was preserved and repaired depends on those who care about it. Whether it's still the same ship depends on how those people define it."
"If they think it is, then it is; if they think it isn't, then it isn't."
"Hermione, I know what you're going to say." Ron said seriously, speaking to Hermione, and also to Harry, "People aren't ships. People don't need to be defined by others. We should define ourselves."
"Me!" he pointed to himself. "I believe I am me, and I am who I am!"
Hermione stared at him in disbelief, finding him so remarkable and utterly unfamiliar.
Is this still my silly chicken leg buddy?
Lockhart burst into laughter, clapping his hands. "Perfect explanation, Ron!"
Ron looked at Hermione with a smug look after being affirmed. He had always been outsmarted by her, but now he was beginning to walk his own magical path, and some of his previously muddled thoughts were starting to become clear and sharp again.
This feels amazing.
"But—" Hermione wanted to argue further. She had many angles and arguments that she could use to argue this philosophical debate, but these were undoubtedly just clever arguments and were of no use to the question of Harry that they were going to discuss.
She then looked at the professor who agreed.
Lockhart smiled as he looked at the young wizards. As a time traveler, he would also have philosophical questions about things like "The Ship of Theseus," especially since "life thieves" are more likely to have such self-perception problems, but he never did.
Because he knew from the very beginning that I was who I am!
I have never fallen into this vicious cycle of thinking.
Today, as we delve deeper into the realm of magic, we have gained even more theoretical support.
Lockhart smiled and began to tell the young wizards about the path to becoming a master wizard that he had told Sirius Black, explaining it according to the current progress of the young wizards.
"One of the most common problems encountered when exploring unknown magical realms is the topic you are concerned about now."
"That is, the emotions, feelings, and will required for magic actually conflict with our own personality."
"If we want to forcefully cast this spell, we must make some adjustments ourselves, generate these emotions, and leverage this part of our mental power."
"Learning magic in school classrooms was fine at first, as the requirements were very low."
"When it comes to more complex magic, such as ancient magic that we now consider sinister, or dark powers filled with negative emotions, forcing us to learn them could even distort our own personality."
Lockhart smiled at them. "Then please remember this saying: magic chooses wizards, and wizards choose magic."
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He drew a line with his finger. "The principles of life and magic, this is a line rooted in your hearts. You don't need to set it yourself, it's in your hearts. Feel it well."
For example, "Dumbledore's Love", "Voldemort's Me", and "Lockhart's Passion".
"Choose to believe in the instinctive choice of your own soul!"
He nodded his head, looked at Harry, and said, "When you don't feel any resistance to something, then do it. Your heart will make the judgment for you."
"Even if it might cause us harm?" Hermione wasn't the type to listen to everything others said, so she had a question about it.
"Yes, even with bad consequences!" Lockhart's expression turned serious. "Please believe me, but that is the magical path that your souls have chosen that is most suitable for you!"
Like Dumbledore, he endured decades of self-imposed limitations in his life, bound by love.
Like Lockhart, who chases a passionate life and doesn't care whether it will bring him death.
Those are all costs.
He was unafraid of death, and Dumbledore was unafraid of limiting himself.
Because this is his magical life, the meaning of his wonderful life.
He accepted!
They all accepted!
Neither Dumbledore nor Lockhart ever doubted their choices or their lives.
"The meaning of adventure is never about pursuing a happy ending!"
Lockhart, based on their current progress, further analyzed the profound topics of fairy tale theory for them.
"Fairytale adventures are never about the hero necessarily defeating the great demon king, obtaining the treasure, and living happily ever after with the princess!"
Thanks to the Wizarding World's abundance of cult bedtime stories, he doesn't have to write lengthy explanations on this issue.
"The meaning of adventure lies in the adventure itself!"
"Success and failure are both inevitable outcomes; this is the cruel reality of life, and you must accept this viewpoint."
Speaking of this, he said with some emotion, "In fact, I just witnessed two consecutive defeats."
Sirius's adventure plunges him into self-doubt and ominous backlash.
Snape's adventure caused him to fall into a coma.
"But this is the path of magic, this is the most passionate and dazzling path I've walked on in the mortal realm!"
"Knowing that the future is unknowable, I still resolutely stepped into it because it is the most wonderful path in my life, there is no other, and the magic is blooming here."
Even death!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione have quietly stepped into a new level. They no longer need him to describe the beauty of fairy tale adventures to guide them. He can talk about the more cruel adult world.
"Then————"
He looked at Harry. "Are you willing to accept this price? Even if you gain a part of Voldemort, like your Parseltongue!"
Harry nodded. Just as Lockhart had observed, he remained steadfast, with unique and clear principles, and never doubted the adventure itself.
"Professor, I understand!"
He said very seriously, "I can even feel that this is just the beginning, digesting some of the fragments of the soul as nourishment for myself. I know that in the future I will be able to touch his soul even more deeply."
He wasn't afraid; he was just apprehensive, unsure whether such an approach would work, nothing more.
Lockhart provided the answer—"Just do your best and ask no questions about what lies ahead."
Go forth, bravely embark on an adventurous journey, let your true self shine, and look forward to the dazzling display of magic.
Harry thought for a moment, then took a book out of his wizard robe pocket and placed it on the table.
"I sought help from the Duel Club, hoping to find a way to deal with him from the perspective of soul magic."
"This was found by Delacroix's father."
The book is titled "Not a Spear and a Shield: Mind Control and Mind Closure".
Hermione and Ron looked at him with some curiosity, so Harry explained, "Don't look at the title; this book actually studies one of the three unforgivable curses, the Imperius Curse."
He seemed somewhat shocked by the contents of the book. "The book's authors believe that the mind has control over the body, but what truly controls the body is not the mind, but the soul."
"Distinguish between the concepts of mind and soul."
He raised his hand and bent his fingers, explaining, "The way I'm bending my fingers now is controlled by my mind, but the details of every muscle are all guided by my soul."
"The uncontrollable trembling of the body when faced with a huge threat is actually a sign that the soul has been terrified —"
"When the mind is caught up in the deepest level of thought, it fails to control the body, leading to us talking to ourselves —"
"Sleep talking, teeth grinding during sleep, muscle twitching, micro-expressions —"
"It contains too many cases."
Seeing that Professor Lockhart was listening attentively, Harry, who had only intended to speak casually, began to recall the content more seriously, saying, "But the compilers believe that some behaviors are not a loss of control of the mind over the body, but even a loss of control of the soul over the body."
"For example, urinary incontinence, Alzheimer's disease, sleepwalking —"
"These are all actions performed by the body on its own; the mind and soul have completely lost control of the process."
"The book analyzes a dark magic creature—"
Harry stopped talking, looked at the black-robed figure quietly guarding the door in the corner of the room, and gave an embarrassed smile, as if to say "no offense intended".
"Boggart, we all know it appears in many wizarding homes, showing up in the living room at midnight, pacing around, talking nonsense."
"That is a real state of physical activity."
Lockhart's eyes lit up. "You mean, wizards can use the Imperius Curse to control the dark magic creature Boggarts, just like they control an unclaimed body?"
Harry was taken aback. "It's not mentioned in the book, and I don't understand either."
Lockhart stroked his chin thoughtfully, looking at his family member Boggart, "So, in the path of becoming a wizard, you are actually giving birth to a mind or soul that is uniquely your own?"
Boggart leaned back slightly. "Gidero, don't ask me. I can't think about such complicated questions."
Ok.
Lockhart noted down this point, a very insightful one, and then gestured for Harry to continue.
"The most powerful thing about the Imperius Curse is that the wizard under its control still behaves as usual, making it very difficult for others to detect."
Harry added, "Back then, those despicable Death Eaters, when faced with the Ministry of Magic's Wizengamot trial, used this characteristic to claim they were controlled by the Imperius Curse, thus escaping punishment."
Hermione exclaimed, "So that means the Imperius Curse controls the soul, bypassing the mind, which is why the victim can control their body and behave normally!"
Harry nodded. "To look at it another way, a wizard under the influence of the Imperius Curse is currently in a state where he has a self-centered mind, a self-centered soul, and an external soul working together to control him."
"Thus, the second phase of research began."
"Can a soul be pieced together?"
Harry gestured somewhat awkwardly to himself, feeling terrible about being used as a case study, but he chose to face the problem head-on. "I think I have the answer," he said, "and yes, I can speak Parsley!"
"Wow!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.
"This is even a kind of magical bloodline assembly!" Lockhart added from the side. "Imagine, if we were to explore the underlying magical logic that truly operates, we could even plunder and assemble the magical bloodlines of others."
That's a very wicked idea.
But Hermione felt strange, as if this made the so-called noble pure-bloods a joke.
Lockhart waved his hand. "Let's not talk about this awful topic, Harry. You go on."
Harry gestured to the books. "The research content in the second phase is very limited. The valuable content actually comes from the reading notes in the books, which Voldemort wrote when he borrowed the Malfoy family's library."
Ron and Hermione gasped in surprise.
Lockhart knew that Voldemort had this habit of writing notes directly in other people's books. He had a copy of "The Complete Guide to the Meditation Pen" in his hand, which contained Voldemort's notes on his exploration of the Horcruxes in the diary.
"The book also describes a third phase of research, which is actually just some hypotheses."
Harry flipped through the book, gesturing for everyone to look at the last few torn sections. "I asked Draco, and he said it wasn't something he deliberately hid; it contained some of the Horcruxes' thoughts, which the Dark Lord took back and tore up himself one day."
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"But the few pages that remained still contained some information."
He placed the book back on the table, looked at everyone, and adopted a "this is the key" posture. "The soul is always whole; it is constrained by the framework of 'me,' which is why the ghosts and images in magical paintings appear to be individuals with their own unique characteristics."
Even if it is divided into several parts, it still belongs to a whole on some level; it's just that they are not placed in the same position.
"Hordeals!" Hermione exclaimed, then another case came to mind: "The hairy heart of a wizard!"
"What is that?" Harry listened to the absurd name with a strange expression. "Hairy growing on its heart?"
"Yes!" Hermione shared the information. "It's a story from The Tales of Beedle the Bard. The wizard put his heart in a box so that he would never be hurt by emotions again. But when he looked back, his heart had grown hair in the box."
Lockhart explained from the side, "There are many interpretations of this story. My view is that it tells of the divisibility of life, but the divided parts will lead to alienation, bringing about a change in the whole."
"Yes!" Harry waved his arms excitedly. "That's exactly what I wanted to say!"
He pointed to his lightning bolt scar. "His soul fragment is right here with me, isn't it? It's still part of Voldemort, part of the whole!"
Lockhart whistled, finding it fascinating, and looked with great interest at the somewhat excited Harry. "So what are your plans?"
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"Two directions!"
Harry had far more than just two ideas, but the two most feasible ones that were worth discussing were the two that were most feasible.
"First, by influencing this part of the soul fragment, I indirectly affect his soul!"
"Regarding this, I'm reminded of the 'relationship magic' the professor shared with us, and that 'interdependence' magic! It's not about using 'interdependence' on it, but rather that it's a direction!"
Lohart nodded. This was undoubtedly the right approach. Voldemort would obviously use this fragment of soul to influence Harry in return, which could be considered a bridge.
The Harry of the past might have used Occlumency as a defense, but now he has to take the initiative to attack.
"Secondly, I'll influence this part of the soul fragment, attempting to control his body!"
Harry gestured to the spellbook on the table. "There's a gap in the soul controlling his body, and it's here with me. So, can I control his body by controlling this fragment of the soul?"
wow~
Lockhart looked at him in amazement.
Ron and Hermione were quite shocked; they both stared at Harry in disbelief. "Control the Dark Lord?"
"Hahahaha—" Lockhart seemed to have thought of something and burst into laughter. "The Dark Mark, children, this is the spell the Dark Lord uses to control others. Harry, I think you'll be very interested in the magical philosophy behind this spell!"
He was clearly imagining something interesting and was full of anticipation.
"Of course, I must remind you that Voldemort has merged with his younger self, and his current soul state is complete. The soul fragments you possess are merely overlaps, not gaps—"
"However—"
"Giving it a try won't hurt, right? Maybe it'll even work!"
Harry's eyes lit up, and the professor agreed with his line of thinking—that was wonderful.
"Harry~" Lockhart looked at him with admiration, "You've given me so many surprises."
Harry felt a little embarrassed.
But at that moment, Ron raised his hand.
Seeing everyone looking at him, he scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and said softly, "I—I invented a magic spell—"
Perhaps Harry will be of use.
"!!!"
Hermione cried out in disbelief, unable to contain her astonishment, her voice rising considerably, "You invented magic?"
Ron grinned shyly. "A lot of people invented magic during their school days. Remember George and Fred's Daydream Charm?"
But you are Ron!
Hermione and Harry were still shocked.
This is something we really have to look at with new respect.
"Actually, I don't know if it counts as an invention, because I haven't researched it." Ron reached into his wizard robes and picked up Hakimi, the cat who had just been startled awake by Hermione's scream and started fidgeting.
"It just appeared naturally."
"Perhaps, as the professor said, once you step into the romance of a fairytale adventure, magic will naturally unfold."
He explained, "You all know Peter Pettigrew, that wretched guy. I was so hurt by him that I don't even dare to try the Patronus Charm again—"
"I always feel very lonely and desolate, especially after Harry and Hermione have to go about their own business, I am often alone."
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He cradled the Hakimi cat in his hands, a broad smile spreading across his face. "It's been my companion!"
"Oh, Ron!" Hermione said, a little embarrassed.
"Dude~" Harry patted Ron on the shoulder.
Lockhart was simply curious. "Quick, try your magic!"
Ron invented a magic trick, oh wow, it was amazing, it was the most meaningful thing in his fairy tale adventure!
"Um."
Ron placed Hakimi on the table in front of him, drew his wand, looked at everyone, then looked at Hakimi again, and chanted the spell, "Daisy, sweet cream and sunshine, let's have a happy and intimate conversation."
This magic cannot make Hakimi the cat talk.
In fact, Ron didn't need Hakimi to talk. He had never stopped researching Hakimi's cat language and could already communicate with Hakimi cats on a daily basis without any problems.
This magic—
A warm ray of light enveloped Hakimi the cat and the people around him, and they could almost see the daisies swaying in the sunlight and smell the sweet scent of cream.
Then, a wonderful feeling spread through my heart. It was a kind of cognition that transcended the five senses, more like a barrier-free communication of spiritual connection.
Hakimi the cat stretched out its body on the table, its tail swishing back and forth.
Everyone could almost feel its emotions: "You damned human, howling so loudly, you woke me up!"
Hermione's face turned bright red.
Lockhart, Harry, and Ron's expressions turned strange.
Then----
In this warm light, all four of them could feel each other's emotions, conveyed so directly that it seemed as if no words were needed.
Clearly, this magic was not as simple as Ron had described.
It is a primal drive that is misunderstood and yearns to be understood, ultimately unleashing magical power through its own eloquence.
"It comes from the professor's mutual dependence," I tried to make Hakimi the cat truly feel my feelings, and I also hoped that I could truly feel Hakimi the cat's feelings —
Ron spoke of these things with a smile on his face.
He then looked at Lockhart, "Professor, this spell should be useful for Harry's research, right?"
Without Lockhart even needing to answer, Harry exclaimed with delight, "It works! It works incredibly well, Ron! You're amazing!"
Ron simply dispelled the magic and smiled, holding Hakimi the cat.
That smile, as if blooming daisies, bathed in warm sunlight, and radiating the joy of sweet cream, was so perfectly in tune with the Hakimi cat in her arms.
"The Mantra for Listening to Your Feelings!"
Ron laughed and said, "Harry, that's the name of the spell!"
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