As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, the Magic Legion showed its biggest difference from violent organizations like Aurors.
They barely hesitated or said anything, but simply raised the wands in their hands and cast a killing curse.
Of course, not every legion wizard uses the Death Curse, each of them has their own magic spell.
"Or……"
Anton blinked and turned to look at Grindelwald in shock.
Lao Ge looked disgusted, "Sub-wizard, right, you thought of this. Yes, it's similar to sub-wizards. I feel it. They can only cast a single spell."
Dumbledore was also observing all this carefully and shook his head, "Extreme emotions bring extremely powerful magic, and ultimately create extremely powerful magical effects. But it is too extreme, lacks change, and loses further possibilities."
Room for improvement."
He sighed, "What Tom has researched is obviously not a path suitable for wizards. They are just made into war machines."
Anton agrees with this point of view, "If you shoot the Death Curse like a laser, you have lost your spirituality and are not elegant at all. These people have even been instructed to use magic according to their own psychological defects and pain, and they are considered useless."
This is a huge difference from the 'natal magic' that Anton emphasized.
Anton's "Natural Magic" believes that we can draw power from our strongest current emotions. When our understanding of this emotion changes, such as enlightenment, relief, despair, etc., the magic power will also change.
What he emphasizes is the spiritual changes of the mind, which produce more variables in interactions with other people, society, the environment, nature, etc.
And Lao Fu is a way to purify the strongest emotion, purify it to the extreme, and then let this emotion devour one's spirituality, making people move more and more towards magical animals that can only release a powerful magic.
Go.
That kind of extreme is almost the same as the "magic of love" and "magic of hate", or even worse. It is swallowing up spirituality bit by bit, heading in the direction of the dark wizard's being devoured by magic.
To be honest, just now, the three of them were looking forward to these magic legions.
Although the camps are different, they all agree that Voldemort may have found a new magical path for wizards.
pity……
Lockhart felt no pity at all.
Because just when the magic army released the first death curse, he was hit.
It’s understandable, isn’t it? He revealed Crabbe’s memory problem, and also noticed Old Barty’s problem, which finally led Mad-Eye Moody to step out of the other party and point out the problem.
Even though he very carefully cast the 'Revitalizing Item Elf Charm' on his wizard robe, he was still unable to prevent the Death Curse from washing his face.
In just a moment, he felt like he had broken free from the constraints of his body and was floating.
He died again!
Second time today!
But this time was different from death in a nuclear explosion. He did not see the vague curtain floating in the air. He only felt as if he was sinking continuously, sinking into the memory of his past.
He saw that he had won the third-level Order of Merlin through some small means, and at the award ceremony party, he was telling a few noble ladies impassionedly.
He knew that he would get a piece of information about the dominatrix from one of the ladies staring at him in a wonderful night.
Then he will arrange for people to collect all the information and get in touch with the wizard who defeated the werewolf.
No one could resist the temptation of writing a biography for a best-selling writer like him. He bid farewell to that noble lady's villa with great pride and pushed the door towards a more glorious future.
Then……
He saw a deer.
A translucent deer was walking along, and he suddenly saw a dazzling light.
"Ah~"
Lockhart screamed and raised his hands in panic to cover his eyes. When he looked forward again, he had returned to the place where he died.
Then, he looked at Snape, who was waving his wand beside him, in disbelief, "So... the counter-curse of the Death Curse?"
Snape raised the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded to him gently.
"!!!"
Lockhart wanted to say something, but when he saw a magic spell flying towards him, Fiennes waved his wand to fly it away, and he quickly got up.
A terrible melee is taking place here.
The magic legion is extremely powerful, and the attack magic they release is very powerful. They even cooperate with each other. Although they are not well-trained, they still have the appearance of a legion.
The International Auror Organization was obviously at a disadvantage, and someone accidentally died, but without any surprise, Snape pulled him back from the silver forest.
But the Aurors were not close to Snape and the others. They still wanted to capture Draco, Hermione and Crabbe.
What Snape wanted to do was to protect these three students.
The old wizard Fiennes and the others started fighting this time's target, Barty Jr.
At this moment, Hermione was holding Draco, and Draco was holding Crabbe. They were waving their wands to release magic and wanted to run out, but the Aurors took the opportunity to force them back.
At the same time, some of the politicians and Aurors brought by Old Barty left the battlefield directly, while others rushed in to try to fish in troubled waters.
Chaos, chaos.
Lockhart squinted his eyes and looked carefully, then quietly stretched out his wand from behind Snape and pointed it at a figure who looked like the leader of the Magic Legion.
He always felt that these people seemed to have some brain problems.
In the process of following Anton to the moon, he learned too much.
Although Lockhart did not have Anton's ability to visualize magic, he still began to have a vague feeling that these people's memories were not normal.
He actually encounters this kind of abnormality quite often.
For example, a young woman talked in front of him about the harm a man had caused her in the past, and everything she mentioned had an abnormality to it.
As if wearing a filter, all the good things are automatically forgotten, and all the bad things are magnified or even distorted.
It was an abruptness on the level of ‘memory’.
It's like a bottle of clean apple juice has been dripped with ink and stirred, it looks particularly weird.
In Anton's words, this is when 'memory' is transferred into 'thinking', affected by emotion, will, time and traces.
Lockhart could even recall those people he had felt in the past: arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, lust, each of which could affect their perception of something.
This is a technique that leads to higher levels of memory modification.
Think about it, we don't even need to roughly make a person forget someone, we only need to influence the subject's desire for the target person, and then affect the other person's shame, pain, disgust and other emotions towards this desire.
It's like letting a man fall in love with another man, he will feel sincerely disgusted, and having such unexpected emotions towards himself will burst out with strong resistance.
The subject will spontaneously avoid recalling anything about the target person.
Then, strengthen it and feel the joy of being relieved of this 'forgetting'.
The final effect is that the subject will forget everything about the target person, including their deeds, and will be able to gain a unique pleasure through this forgetfulness. In the continuation of time, the subject will eventually completely erase the target person from their memory.
This process is called ‘forgetting’.
It's extremely natural to forget. Even if Lockhart doesn't say it, no one will find out that this person has been cast a forgetting spell, and this person himself won't feel out of the blue.
Lockhart was particularly proud of the spellcasting techniques he had mastered.
This has transcended the simplest spellcasting and reached the essence of spellcasting. Well, that's what he thought.
No one knows the Oblivion Charm better than me.
nobody!
But at this moment, he was surprised to find that someone had used similar techniques!
However, compared to his Forgetting Curse, the other party's method went in the completely opposite direction.
Forgetting pain is a beautiful thing, and Lockhart sometimes sympathizes with the pain of some people and heals their spiritual trauma.
He had never thought that someone would specifically pull someone else's trauma out of their memory and repeat it again and again in the other person's mind.
Doesn't that drive people crazy?
Is this some kind of evil punishment?
Lockhart curiously stretched out his wand, pointed it at the leader of the magic legion, and licked his lips, "Let me end your pain, poor child."
"Forget it all!"
Phew~
The light of the magic spell hit the opponent, instantly flipping the opponent's memory.
Then, that person really ends the pain.
Yes, the leader of the magic legion was releasing magic waves with Scrimgeour, the leader of the international Auror organization. The powerful magic light spurting out from the tips of their wands was like plasma, bursting out with dazzling light.
After Lockhart's Oblivion Curse was aimed at the leader, the spell in the leader's hand disappeared in an instant.
Scrimgeour's cursed plasma pressed forward instantly, easily tearing the opponent to pieces.
The man's body turned into countless powders, floating in the breeze, with a strange, extremely relaxed, relieved smile on his face.
"???"
Scrimgeour looked at Lockhart in surprise, his eyes extremely wary, "What magic did you cast on him?"
Lockhart smiled foolishly, smiling brightly.
He just suddenly discovered that these magical legions were extremely powerful to others, but in his eyes, people whose minds were twisted to the point of madness were just like paper.
Just take the wand and tap it gently, eh, it's broken.
turn out to be……
So I am already so awesome?
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Lockhart smiled more and more happily. He tidied up his handsome pure gold wizard robe, shook the hem of the wizard robe, and pushed Snape away from him.
He squatted half-crouched, holding the wand in his right hand and raising it high. He bent his wrist and pointed it at the magic army in the distance, assuming a posture that he thought was particularly cool, "Let me do it! It's...Lockhart's performance time!"