6kv Chapter 158 Touching the Boundaries
Chapter 158 Touching the Boundaries
Chapter 158 Touching the Boundaries
Lockhart walked away contentedly, his steps lighter, as if the gloom and fear he had felt on his way there had been swept away. Although his problems still existed—he was still a mere charlatan, his classroom was still a mess, and his reputation was in jeopardy—at this moment, all the thorny issues seemed to have found a perfect "solution."
He believed he would get through this smoothly.
He believed this from the bottom of his heart.
After all, he always manages to escape danger, doesn't he?
Luck is always on the side of the perfect Gilderoy Lockhart!
He had even begun to mentally sketch out what the headline of the Daily Prophet would look like.
Lynch stood outside the stone house, watching Lockhart's figure, now adorned in its new glamorous attire, disappear into the distance along the stone path.
He knew perfectly well Lockhart's shallow calculations. Beneath those seemingly "sincere" words, there was definitely some wicked scheme in mind—most likely, he was planning to "clean up" all the troubles in his most proficient way after the deed was done.
But he didn't care much; his mind had already moved beyond this ridiculous deal and was now focused on a deeper, more practical picture.
Lockhart's scheming and resistance were like a child's clumsy trick in his eyes, absurd and laughable, not even worth his time to guard against.
A clown is just a clown after all; his fate was sealed long ago.
The important thing is the spells, especially the "Werewolf Enemy Spell" which is specifically designed to target werewolves.
It's important to know that within the Black Wizard's camp, especially among those "Old Followers" who wish to remain anonymous, there are a considerable number of werewolves.
They were Voldemort's teeth, his cheap tools for creating fear and chaos.
Although solving these problems is not difficult with our own abilities, we should not waste our energy on pointless consumption.
A specific spell that can effectively and accurately counter werewolves is undoubtedly an interesting tool worth acquiring.
Lockhart himself is insignificant, but the clue he unexpectedly brought might unlock unexpected value.
Besides, Hogwarts students should also learn something practical and useful.
Their time, especially in these turbulent times, should not be wasted on a liar who only knows how to boast and steal the glory of others.
Since Lockhart still has this "use" for the time being, providing an opportunity to contact those cursed spells, then taking the opportunity to rectify his appalling classroom teaching might be a worthwhile little thing to do.
At the very least, it can prevent young minds from being bombarded with superficial and useless information and instead expose them to more knowledge that could potentially protect them and others in the future.
Lin Qi turned his gaze away from the empty stone path and stepped into the house.
Lin Qi glanced at the glaringly bright gold gift box on the small table, but showed no interest whatsoever.
He didn't even reach out to touch it.
"Tortz," he called calmly.
The house-elf appeared in response, bowing its head respectfully.
"Put it away." Lin Qi gestured to the gift box with his eyes. "Put it in the storage room."
He doesn't need these false self-aggrandizements; their very existence is a clumsy farce.
"Yes, sir." Totz picked up the gift box without hesitation.
"Then you should return to the castle. I have nothing to do here for the time being," Lin Qi instructed.
Thors bowed again, and with a soft pop, disappeared along with the box that symbolized Lockhart's entire vanity.
The stone house fell completely silent, with only the occasional crackling of burning wood in the fireplace.
Lin Qi did not linger in the living room for long, because a low, steady energy pulse was faintly emanating from the alchemy room on the second floor, like the patient beating of a heart waiting.
His fingertips twitched slightly, as if responding to the silent call.
For Lynch, the interlude brought by Lockhart was over, and the truly important work awaited him at the source of that pulsating energy.
He turned and walked down the stairs, following the upside-down steps into his alchemy chamber.
The alchemy room was as orderly as ever, filled with the unique aroma of herbs and rare metals.
On the main experimental table in the center of the room, a scarlet gem is quietly placed at the center of a complex magic circle outlined with mithril, radiating a soft and eternal glow.
On a special perch not far from the experimental table, the wooden sculpture of the Raven's Eye, powered by a magic stone, stood motionless.
Lynch's gaze swept over the quiet wooden carving, finally focusing entirely on the Philosopher's Stone on the lab table.
Since obtaining the Philosopher's Stone, Lynch has used every method he could think of to try to unlock its hidden secrets.
He used complex incantations to investigate it, placed it in a celestial array to observe the flow of energy, and even consulted a large number of nearly lost ancient documents to analyze its material and composition.
Each test brought some fragmented information, like a glimmer of light occasionally flashing in the darkness, but it never managed to touch the most core and essential source of power.
Today, he decided to change his approach—abandoning all the elaborate and complex trials and instead adopting the simplest and most direct method.
He waved his arm, adjusting the lens in front of the window to the most suitable angle, focusing the sunlight onto the gem in the center of the experimental table.
Lin Qi stood quietly in front of the platform, without using any instruments, but slowly closed his eyes and placed one palm on the gemstone.
With the enhancement of the mithril array, he brought his already powerful perception to its limit.
He began to "listen".
Eliminating the interference of physical senses, Lin Qi allowed his consciousness to sink into that deep sea composed of pure energy.
In his perception, the Philosopher's Stone was no longer a crystal, but a miniature, eternally rotating sun, within which surged the primordial currents of creation and destruction.
Countless fine, golden runes of law appeared and disappeared in the crimson tide of light; these were the lines of latitude and longitude that form the foundation of reality, and they were now trembling slightly at a frequency that was almost like singing.
His senses transformed into the finest tentacles, cautiously probing into the boiling sea of energy.
There was no attempt to control; it was simply about immersing oneself and experiencing.
In an instant, a flood of complex information washed over his consciousness:
First, it is the most intense and fragrant aroma of life, the boundless vitality of springtime, with all things growing wildly, cells dividing, and blood flowing, as if just a sliver of it could bring the dying back to life.
But as his perception deepened, at the very core of that vitality, he touched upon something absolute and eternal.
A chilling silence.
That is not deathly stillness, but the inevitable end of all things, the completion of the cycle, and the foundation upon which time leaves no trace.
It is not the opposite of life, but rather coexist with it, as inseparable as light and shadow.