The potion had been poured into Lockhart's stomach, and he screamed miserably as if he was being tortured.
Tom collected the fearful emotions of the four wizards and brewed them into a potion, which then entered Lockhart's body.
It takes a long time for Obscurus to emerge and take full shape, just like a ten-month pregnancy before it matures and matures... A slight mistake in the middle may also lead to failure.
Therefore, it is not easy for the obscurant to appear.
But Tom used an ancient magic. This magic was told to him by the basilisk, saying it came from Slytherin. It could speed up the whole process, and accordingly... the pain would be ten times, a hundred times.
Tom had never used magic because he didn't need the power of the Obscurus, but now that the Basilisk was gone, he had to find another way to hatch a powerful force to help him resurrect.
It was the first time that Lockhart felt so uncomfortable. A feeling of fear enveloped him, and all kinds of memories from the past kept reappearing in his mind like a slideshow.
They were all bad memories, recurring like waves, amplifying his fear and aversion to magic.
The manic magic was rushing through his body. He had never felt this kind of magical riot since he became an adult.
There seemed to be a demonic voice in Lockhart's ears, constantly bewitching:
"They are all bullying you...looking down on you...thinking you are a liar...throwing you into the bottom of the Black Lake...the mermaid bullies you...I will give you power...powerful power to protect yourself..."
Lockhart looked like he was going crazy, with a painful look on his face. He squatted on the ground, grabbing his cheek with the fingers of his hands, and the sharp nail hooks brought out blood. He was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.
Along with the blood, there were strips of black substance as black as ink, coming in and out of Lockhart's wound, and his eyes also turned a strange dark red color.
Those black substances, mixed with countless wails, resentments, anger and hatred, were devouring Lockhart's life and giving birth to Obscurus.
Rolf didn't hesitate and rushed straight towards Lockhart, trying to interrupt him and become the Obscurus.
But Tom's diary suddenly floated, and all the papers spread out, one, two, three... like flying butterflies, the sheets were connected into pieces, and then overwhelmingly converged towards Rove's location.
The densely packed and countless papers covered the entire room like clouds, preventing Rove from approaching, trying to buy Lockhart time.
Luofu raised his arm, and a ball of flame appeared on his fingertips. He threw it out violently, like shaking an orange-red coin.
The flame jumped into the air, suddenly grew in size, and condensed into the shape of a huge lizard. It was covered in flames, and with a wave of his arm, Luofu swooped away,
Just like rushing forward like an arrow missing!
Papers all over the sky were ignited. They burned blazingly, emitting pungent black smoke. The smoke condensed and remained, turning into dozens of whips, which were swung fiercely at the young man.
Luofu snapped his fingers expressionlessly, and the devil's net came out of the ground. Black vines and whips struck each other, making a sound like a cannonball.
But the devil's net is obviously no match for the black whip. Every time they hit each other, the devil's net turns into powder like a lit firecracker. The earthquakes continue one after another, and the devil's net is slowly shortening.
Seeing that this was not the solution, Luofu suddenly opened his mouth, and a large ball of liquid spurted out from his mouth, like a torrent.
Tongue and teeth are sore!
This is the first time for Rolf to use this magic. Of course, not only is this sticky and thick liquid not beautiful at all, but also because it is too... dangerous!
The corrosive saliva from carnivorous slugs can easily dissolve infected objects. It falls on the black mist, making a sizzling sound, and the smoke is swallowed up.
The floor of the Room of Requirement was also corroded, with many large pits burned out, and there was a faint pungent smell.
Luofu didn't forget to stick out his tongue and lick the corners of his mouth, his movements showing grace.
Harry, who was trembling, hid behind Rolf with a look of shock on his face. Tom, who was in the dark mist, was also in a daze.
This magic...why is it so weird!
Just when Tom was in a daze, a vine emerged from the ground without warning, entangled Lockhart's feet, and threw him into the air.
Lockhart was thrown out of the protective circle of black mist. Rolf tiptoed and used the elf "fly through the sky" to fly into the air.
Tom also didn't expect that Rolf could fly. This kind of magic is too rare for wizards... He didn't know how many "surprises" Scamander had in store!
But Tom didn't stop him. He hid in the smoke and laughed arrogantly.
"You can't save him, you can't save Lockhart, Scamander!"
"Idiot, I didn't even want to save him." Luofu cursed.
The Obscurus on Lockhart is almost taking shape, and there is no way he can be saved. The young man just wants to kill Lockhart and prevent the Obscurus from appearing.
A goblin dagger appeared in Rolf's hand, and he stabbed Lockhart's head straight, but it only penetrated the skin a few inches, as if it was stabbed into a wall, unable to penetrate any further.
Lockhart had a ferocious face and grinned. Although he did not roar or roar, his violent aura was thrilling.
The center of his eyebrow was stabbed open, and blood slid down the bridge of his nose, adding a bit of strong anger.
The black oily substance finally took shape. It kept spinning and released a turbulent and powerful energy, which pierced Rove's arm and launched him directly.
Luofu stabilized his body in mid-air, and his right hand holding the knife was stabbed. His arm drooped, and blood continued to flow out of his sleeves and dripped on the ground along his fingers.
Luofu stretched out his left hand and placed it on his right hand. Under the magic of the "Healing Hand", the wound slowly healed...nothing serious happened.
Lockhart raised his head and let out a beastly roar that pierced his eardrums. Except for the exposed cheek, you could vaguely tell who he was, and the rest of his body was hidden in the black mist... It was weird and scary.
The black mist that enveloped him seemed to be alive, exuding powerful magic... It was Obscurus, a product of loneliness and abuse, breaking through layers of hurt and pain and bursting out!
Tom stood not far away, looking at his masterpiece, with a proud face and a hearty laugh.
"Open your soul to me and give me your power... Moran, I am your master, I gave birth to you... Be loyal to me and help me resurrect!"
But before Tom could finish his words, Obscurus had already hugged Lockhart, crossed the room, flew past him, and hung still in the air.
The black mist hit Tom's head, and with a bang, the whole head was "uprooted".
