Chapter 133: Spell: Thunderstorm and Mountain Fire
The Ministry of Magic generally harbored an arrogance, believing that the most powerful wizards in the world were all within their departments, and that Dumbledore would need to raise an army at the school to conquer the Ministry!
Auror Head Scrimgeour, however, was far more sober.
Aside from his understanding of the capabilities of top-tier wizarding giants, his knowledge of the distribution of general magical masters within wizarding society made him quite pessimistic about the Ministry's strength.
Pure-blood families, magical schools, various international organizations, reclusive individuals in the countryside or deep forests—too many powerful wizards were scattered outside.
Among these, what the Auror Office was most wary of were the Dark Wizards, who wielded terrifyingly destructive Dark Arts and were marginalized to the fringes of society by the mainstream.
Scrimgeour even suspected this was a terrifying, overt scheme.
By preventing both magical schools and the Ministry of Magic from utilizing these Dark Wizards, and by subtly ostracizing and restricting their living space in every way, these Dark Wizards were forced to seek refuge under the wing of pure-blood families!
The terrifying aspect of this was that pure-blood families with long histories could always record some Dark Arts so powerful they could be called "anti-human," even if using these spells brought terrible harm to the Dark Wizards themselves.
Currently, such a Dark Art, one Scrimgeour had never seen before, was rapidly destroying the magical carriage—a vehicle that had proven highly effective and robust through historical testing by the Ministry of Magic.
Using the life of a magically powerful creature, a Thestral, as a cruel sacrifice to cast such a Dark Art attacking the magical carriage, Scrimgeour even suspected that certain groups hoarding this magical knowledge had long intended to deal with the Ministry's Auror escort teams in this manner.
His face grim, he watched the Thestral's blood envelop the carriage, more and more arms growing from the blood, attacking relentlessly. There was a pervasive stench of burning and acrid, poisonous smoke.
He reacted quickly, using various counter-curses and the general "Finite Incantatem," but to no effect.
In fact, not just him, but the equally experienced and powerful Auror Kingsley also tried several times without any effective response.
"Damn it!" Scrimgeour cursed, anxiously looking out the window at his subordinates under attack. "We're trapped here!"
"That's Transfiguration, not a curse," Lockhart suddenly said from the side.
"Hm?" Scrimgeour paused, turning to him in confusion.
Lockhart spread his hands. "No one said that magic in the field of Transfiguration couldn't be Dark Arts. It's also a branch of spellcraft in academic terms, and there are universally recognized Dark Arts within it."
"The most common example is cursing someone into a pig. I imagine you Aurors have handled many cases of improper Transfiguration attacks on others."
"No one understands Defence Against the Dark Arts better than me. As a professor, I highly recommend you consider using the 'Scouring Charm' to deal with this seemingly powerful magic."
"It belongs to the Vanishing Charm category, one of the five major fields of Transfiguration, and its essence possesses the ability to cleanse the most extreme filth in the world."
Scourgify?
To deal with such a terrifying Dark Art?
Are you out of your mind?
Scrimgeour felt a wave of absurdity.
But Kingsley, standing nearby, seemed to trust the person he considered a fraud more than Scrimgeour did, and he immediately waved his wand and followed the instruction.
"Scourgify!"
The spell had no visible light effect, but the three people inside the carriage could clearly feel the blood mass outside the carriage, with its many growing arms, shaking violently, seemingly resisting Kingsley's Scouring Charm.
"It's working!" Kingsley's eyes lit up. "Head, this spell is working!"
No matter how absurd Scrimgeour found it, his eyes also lit up now. Without needing to be told, he quickly waved his wand, unleashing a barrage of spells at the Dark Arts.
Finally, under his and Kingsley's relentless efforts, the blood mass emitted a terrible, grating vibration and completely vanished.
Bang!
Scrimgeour reacted swiftly, kicking open the magical carriage door, clinging to the doorframe, and shouting to his subordinates who were also trying to deal with the Dark Arts around them, "Two of you, pick us up! Everyone else, go support!"
Soon, two Aurors on broomsticks arrived. Scrimgeour and Kingsley quickly jumped on, soaring rapidly into the distant clouds.
Whoosh~
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
Figure after figure on broomsticks rapidly sped away.
In this part of the sky, only the magical carriage pulled by the Thestrals remained.
"Unprofessional. Don't they understand the tactic of drawing the tiger out of the mountains?" Lockhart clicked his tongue, suddenly noticing a wand left on the opposite seat.
His wand.
"Not bad, Kingsley. You're thoughtful."
He smiled and raised his hand. A golden, fluffy little figure suddenly appeared on the opposite seat, picked up the wand, quickly hopped over to him, and extended its tiny paw, handing him the wand.
"Goo-chee~" The Little Goldier demanded praise.
"Good boy~" Lockhart smiled, ruffled its little head, picked it up, and placed it on his shoulder, then slowly stood up.
This wasn't easy. As he stood, translucent golden chains extended from every corner of the carriage, binding him and pulling him forcefully.
"Goo-chee!" The Little Goldier angrily bared its teeth at the carriage. The red cloak on its back suddenly swayed and fluttered rapidly, stretching and growing, transforming into a red canopy that completely enveloped Lockhart.
It completely severed Lockhart's connection with the magical carriage.
The golden chains, like living beings, shook and clawed rapidly inside the carriage, but could no longer sense Lockhart's presence.
See, this is why Scrimgeour had to be wary of those Dark creatures around Lockhart. These monsters were sometimes true bugs in the world.
Lockhart was finally unrestrained. He strode out of the carriage door, elegantly soared upwards, and lightly landed on the carriage roof.
He made the red cloak retract, as the spell he was about to cast was not very familiar, and he couldn't cast it smoothly through the cloak.
The Thestrals pulling the carriage quickly reacted, turning their heads to attack Lockhart, the escaped prisoner.
However, just then, translucent pink tentacles, like jellyfish arms, emerged from Lockhart's body. A Vengeful Fairy flew and landed on the driver's seat, causing the Thestrals to quiet down.
She could always get help from magical creatures. She tilted her head, looked at the Thestrals, confirmed she could influence them, and then looked up at Lockhart standing on the carriage roof.
"To the highest point. I want to overlook the entire battlefield."
Lockhart commanded, lightly raising his arm, his wand waving towards the sky. Soon, dark clouds surged and appeared among the existing clouds.
His spellcasting wasn't fast; he could only affect the weather in this part of the sky a few kilometers at a time.
Soon, the Thestrals pulled the carriage, whistling as it flew higher into the sky, passing through cloud after cloud, appearing as if they were trying to escape the scene while the Aurors were under attack.
Lockhart was waiting, waiting for Corban to show up.
He was very certain Corban would appear here!
He might not understand Corban's modus operandi, but he understood perfectly what kind of arrangements Voldemort would make. After all, perhaps no one in this world understood Tom Riddle better than him.
The last time Corban sent people to attack him and failed, Voldemort would definitely question Corban's ability and even loyalty. Therefore, a desperate-to-perform Corban would certainly appear here this time to ensure no further mishaps.
He absolutely did not want to suffer the Dark Lord's wrath.
Lockhart wasn't necessarily aiming to kill Corban.
Dumbledore suspected Corban was bait thrown out by Voldemort, which also meant that Dumbledore might be able to find the elusive Voldemort, hiding in the shadows, through Corban.
Alright, Lockhart had the strategic composure to endure the current situation of his enemy still being alive and kicking.
But Vincent Crabbe's soul must be retrieved!
The reason he cooperated with the Aurors' arrest this time was precisely to await such an opportune moment. He knew it would come!
See? His judgment was correct. The change indeed appeared.
These people shouting to "rescue" him could absolutely not be Harry Potter and his friends. Professor McGonagall would never allow a group of students to attack Ministry Aurors, especially at such a sensitive time. She would definitely keep a close eye on these students.
Especially since this so-called "Chamber of Secrets re-opening" leading to a student's death was somewhat suspicious, she would be even more vigilant over everything in the school, wanting no further incidents.
So…
These individuals, claiming to come to "rescue" him but in reality intending to kill a few Aurors to make him a complete enemy of the Aurors, had already clearly distinguished themselves as hostile.
Corban, where are you?
I'm about to escape now, and the people you sent are tied up with the Aurors. Are you just going to watch me get away?
But it seemed Corban had that much composure, steadfastly refusing to show himself.
"It's alright~"
Lockhart, facing the strong winds from the rapidly moving Thestral carriage, softly murmured, "You won't be able to hide much longer."
A puff of black smoke flew from the red cloak on the Little Goldier's back, transforming into a bizarre mirror with several terrifying eyes. It quickly spun rapidly around Lockhart, ready to defend him against any possible attack.
Strictly speaking, the Boggart was capable of blocking all offensive magic except for the "Riddikulus"(Funny Curse) charm, including the dreadful Killing Curse!
Yes, the Boggart had also come with the Little Goldier. How could it miss Lockhart's adventure?
Finally, the Thestral carriage flew high into the sky. Up above, dark clouds had imperceptibly covered a vast expanse of the surrounding sky, appearing boundless in the distance.
Lockhart, after all, was using this spell for the first time.
The first truly original spell he had invented in his magical life after transmigrating.
"Thunderstorm and Mountain Fire!"
He softly chanted the incantation, as if he could feel nature responding to his magic, as if he could feel the wind, clouds, air, light, and shadows in the sky everything responding to him.
That feeling was so wondrous, so intriguing.
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