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Chapter 7 Changes to Avada’s Big Melon

 With ten days left before school, Charles was finally able to perform the flying spell without a wand, he just had to recite the spell in a low voice.

"It's pretty good." Jack touched his head with satisfaction, "That's enough."

"I remember there is a saying among you Muggles that forces act on each other, right?"

Charles replied: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Jack pointed to the cliff in the distance and said, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if you used a flying spell on that mountain?"

Charles was stunned. This involved his own blind spot in knowledge.

Then Jack gave him a trick.

I saw the old man stretching his hand towards the cliff, and the next moment, he flew to the other side of the cliff.

Charles watched in bewilderment as his grandfather swung back and forth on the cliff like Spider-Man, seeming to have used a throwing spell to slow down when flying back.

"Do you understand?" Jack asked.

Charles nodded silently.

"That's okay."

Jack restored the stone smashed by Charles' magic practice into a boulder. He first cast a floating spell, jumped up and cast a flying spell on the opposite cliff, and then he and the stone flew over together.

After Jack came back, he said proudly: "Magic, it's amazing."

Charles continued to nod.

"Okay." Jack did some warm-up exercises, "It's time to teach you the Avada Kedavra."

Charles was still shouting in surprise: "No! Do you really want to learn this? If you are discovered, you will really go to Azkaban!"

"It doesn't matter." Jack didn't look like he was joking, "Just don't let anyone find out."

Charles had a black thread and understood what he meant. Killing everyone who saw it would mean that no one saw it.

Jack said to him seriously: "Hogwarts is very dangerous. No one can predict what the two-hole socket will do. No matter how unwilling you are, you still have to have a life-saving dog-beating stick."

Charles died before, and almost died again after finally surviving, so he cherished his life very much. After hesitating for a long time, he finally agreed.

He thought to himself that as long as he didn't use it indiscriminately and only used it to save his life, it should be fine.

Jack did not start to tell him how to cast a spell, but sat down on the edge of a cliff with him. After a moment of silence, he said: "You know, I have read your memory, but I have not finished it."

Charles nodded.

Jack continued: "Soul, heart, mind, and the three views you mentioned, I can't tell what the essence of these things is, but I know that black magic can affect people's minds, but I don't know how."<

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"It's like the beach below. The water is very shallow at first. As you slowly move forward, the water will gradually become deeper. It's not easy to notice. It makes people feel that they can still move forward, but in the end it will suddenly become darker.

It becomes an abyss, and people can kick it in the air and fall down, never to be able to come up again."

"Some people who are particularly determined are prepared from the beginning and can resist this temptation in their hearts, such as me."

"Your will... I can only say that I felt your pain at the beginning. This pain made me run away and did not dare to go deeper."

"I believe that your will is strong enough to resist the influence of black magic."

Charles didn't speak, just sat there quietly like a stone man, watching the seagulls hovering on the sea.

Perhaps because of time travel, he always felt that his understanding of things in his previous life was clear and vague, very contradictory.

"Grandpa," he asked suddenly, "why did you want to learn Avada's Kedavra in the first place?"

Jack was stunned for a moment, and turned into a stone man like him. After a long time, he answered: "The excuse I gave myself at the time was to comfort my friends."

"At that time, he had just experienced the biggest tragedy in his life..."

"Sigh... Looking back now, it seems that everyone was at fault."

As he spoke, he touched Charles' head and continued: "Son, in the future, if you, your friends, and your family have any thoughts, you must speak out, communicate more, understand each other, and be more tolerant."
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Although Charles didn't understand what happened before, he understood what the old man meant and nodded gently.

"Get up," Jack stood up, "and start learning. Black magic spells, including Avada Kedavra, all have one thing in common. The caster must be determined when casting the spell. If he wants to kill the opponent, he must be determined.

The opponent will definitely be killed. The curse of speaking evilly is just a gentle punch."

"That is to say..." He found an adjective that Charles could easily understand, "arrogant people cannot use this kind of curse well."

Now Charles completely understood.

"Three days." Jack held out three fingers, "I will only teach you this spell in three days. If you have talent, you can initially master it in these three days. If you can't master it in three days, you won't be able to learn it in thirty years."

Yes."

"After this time, I will teach you some fighting skills."

Charles started learning the Avada Kedavra." When he watched the old man demonstrate, he noticed something was wrong. "Isn't this curse green? Why did it turn red?"

Jack said with some surprise: "Aren't you afraid of entering Azkaban, so I changed the color."

Charles shook his head and said: "But this looks almost the same as the Cruciatus Curse."

Jack thought for a while, and it was indeed true. The difference between using the Killing Curse and the Cruciatus Curse was just whether you entered Azkaban and lived in an odd-numbered room or an even-numbered room.

"Then let me think about it." Jack began to think about it, "You go and play for a while first."

Instead of playing, Charles went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Lunch was very simple, traditional fish and chips. If you had just come across time and seen this meal, you would definitely not be able to tell whether Germany was still bombing Britain.

While eating lunch, Jack said happily: "I have solved the problem. No one will recognize it as Avada's Kedavra Curse, nor will it be regarded as the Cruciatus Curse."

Charles breathed a sigh of relief and admired the old man's magical attainments.

Just after lunch, when Jack demonstrated Avada Kedavra and Change, Charles almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Why are they rainbow-colored?" The corners of Charles' mouth twitched, "This is also... ugh... I don't know what to say."

Seeing that he was dissatisfied with one and the other, Jack said angrily: "How about changing it to pink?"

Charles suddenly broke into a cold sweat and said hurriedly: "Just a rainbow, it's pretty pretty."

"Huh!" The old man continued to get angry, "I'll teach you pink!"

"Okay." Charles looked dejected, "Then I will take your wand and ask the previous headmasters, and tell them that the Avada Kedavra used by the owner of this wand is pink."

Jack was almost mad at him.

Eventually, Charles began to study Avada Kedavra and Rainbow.


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