pertwk Chapter 118 Restless Magic
Chapter 118 Restless Magic
"Have you seen Tom?" Ron asked Hermione while looking around in the queue going back to school.
"No." Hermione said, also looking around, "It's almost dark, why hasn't he come back yet?"
While he was talking, a big black dog swooped past the students, startling Ron.
"Ominous!" he shouted, pointing at the dark figure that quickly ran into the castle. .seven
Filch, who was guarding the door, also shouted: "My cat!" He pointed at a senior student to help him continue to stand guard to check whether the students had brought contraband into the school, and he chased the cat in a panic. The big black dog holding the cat went.
"?" Ron turned to Hermione and asked, "Have you seen the cat?"
Hermione also looked confused: "I didn't see clearly. If Mrs. Norris comes back, then where is Tom?" She said, and her hand unconsciously touched the gold chain around her neck.
"Have you gone back first?" Ron guessed, and he and Hermione passed the inspection and climbed back to Gryffindor Tower.
"Harry!" Ron shouted impatiently, and a large handful of candy fell on Harry's lap like a rainstorm, "We brought so much candy for you!"
"Thank you," Harry said, trying to look cheerful. "How was Hogsmeade? Where have you been?"
"A lot, basically all of them, Devis and Bans, the magic equipment store, Zuko's joke shop..." Hermione answered him while looking around in the lounge.
"Tom's not back yet?" Harry asked.
"I didn't see him," Ron said with some worry. "Ms. Norris, who went out with him, came back with Ominous. Do you think--"
"That's superstition, Ron!" Hermione glared at him. "Let's go down. Tom may go to the library, but he will definitely attend the dinner..."
So they packed up their things, hurriedly passed through the hole made by the Fat Lady's portrait, and joined the people who were going downstairs for the Halloween dinner. Along the way, they were still listening to Harry's story about Professor Snape giving Professor Lupin a try. About medicine.
"Lupine made me a cup of tea in his office, and then Snape came in, gave him a goblet, and told him to drink it while it was hot," Harry said. "He was so kind. Really? I mean, even though Lupine was making fun of him, he still cared about the health of his colleagues."
"Since Lupine is your father's friend, maybe he and Snape knew each other before." Hermione said, suddenly lowering her voice, "But taking medicine today..." she thought thoughtfully, Stop talking.
There were hundreds of jack-o-lanterns hanging in the auditorium, as well as a group of fluttering bats and many orange streamers sprayed with flames, which floated lazily under the ceiling, like brilliant water snakes.
The students, teachers and ghosts were all very happy, and the whole auditorium was like a sea of joy. Those blooming joys were more like poisonous bait to Tom at this moment. He wrapped himself tightly in those old cloaks layer after layer, painfully suppressing the restless magic power in his body, staggering around the auditorium and crawling towards the Room of Requirement.
"I need a place that can solve my problems, I need a place that can solve my problems..." Tom walked back and forth a few times, pushed open the door that suddenly appeared on the wall and got in.
After isolating himself in the Room of Requirement, Tom finally felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief. Without the whispers that kept urging him to try it, the magic power finally calmed down and lingered in his body.
He pulled off the dirty cloak covering his head and face and threw it on the ground, looking around the new room. This is a study-style room. It seems that if you want to find out what happened to him and how to solve the problem, you have to look up the information yourself.
"Of course," he muttered to himself, "I have to make sure I'm safe first." He found a piece of white paper from the desk and touched it with his wand. The paper folded itself into a paper bird and flew away swayingly. stand up.
"Tell Hermione, Ron and Harry that I'm fine and that I'll be back later."
The paper bird nodded and flew away.
Tom has thought about going to Dumbledore, but his current situation is not good. It is difficult for him to predict how Principal Dumbledore will react... Dumbledore is indeed a good person, but the problems he encounters are not good problems. . Problems like this that pose safety hazards to surrounding students are generally subject to isolation and observation. If they cannot be improved, they will be ordered to drop out of school. Considering the isolation between the magical world and the ordinary world, he might really have to be sent to Azkaban, the legendary fifth school of Hogwarts. Although Azka's class is basically composed of his seniors, he is not yet willing to get close to those seniors.
So he'd better solve his problems before others notice, or at least hide them.
After an intense search of information and self-examination, Tom came to a vague conclusion. The so-called soul polymer dropped by the dementors may not be completely purified. It still contains some of the dementor's characteristics, perhaps very slightly, but taking a large amount at one time has enhanced this characteristic, so he seems to have it too. Part of the characteristics of sucking, but currently since there is no experimental subject, it is difficult for him to determine whether he is sucking positive emotions, soul or magic power. And because the accumulated increased magic power has exceeded his normal reserves, his magic power has begun to show signs of being difficult to control and acting on his own initiative...
It was even difficult for him to tell whether those whispers that bewitched him were from his heart, or whether the magic power in his body had begun to have a vague awareness.
Tom flipped through the book irritably, not sure whether he was beginning to transform into a dementor or an Obscurial. The characteristic of the Obscurus is that the magic power content exceeds the standard amount. However, the wizard tried his best to suppress it, which caused the magic power in the body to produce a dark magical power consciousness called "Oscurus". It was extremely unstable, difficult to control, and would backfire on the host, eventually leading to tragedy. There is currently no record of an Obscurial who has lived beyond the age of ten, and there is no record of an Acquired Obscurial - of course, this kind of data record is like claiming that the number of contemporary Animagus is in the single digits, and can only be used for refer to.
Then again, ordinary wizards don't collect dementor wool. Tom thought distractedly, rummaging through his mind to see if there really was any second consciousness.
He kicked all the painful memory fragments that were not his own and piled up the wall of sighs. The hurricane formed by the main consciousness was wandering in his mind, scrutinizing every strange thought, and if he felt suspicious, he would pounce on it and tear it to pieces. Go down. After cleaning it back and forth several times, he quit and calmed down to feel his magic power again.
It feels much more honest this time. I don’t know if it’s because the cleaning has had an effect, or if it’s because there are no other living things around. But I still felt sluggish when I was conducting, so I tried to cast two magics - the fluorescent flash was like a white light exploding in front of my eyes, and the orchid was in full bloom, and the flowers shot out like cannonballs, hitting the wall hard and dyeing the wall cloth. A mottled patch of flower juice. During the whole process, the magic power was flowing and released so fast and violently that the impact made his right arm numb.
That does not work. Tom thought and began to flip through the book frantically again.