Chapter 128 The Silent One—Lockhart!

The potion had been poured into Lockhart's stomach. He seemed to be in great torture and screamed miserably.

Tom collected the fear emotions of the four wizards and brewed them into a potion, which now entered Lockhart's body.

It takes a long time for the Obscurus to appear and fully take shape, just like a pregnancy of ten months before it can be ripe... A little mistake in the middle may also lead to failure.

Therefore, the Obscurus is not so easy to appear.

But Tom used an ancient magic, which was told to him by the basilisk, saying that it came from Slytherin and could speed up the whole process, and the corresponding... pain would be ten times or 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 himself to help himself revive.

This was the first time Lockhart felt so uncomfortable. A feeling of fear enveloped him, and all kinds of memories in the past kept appearing in his mind like slides.

They were all bad memories, reappearing like waves, and magnified his fear and disgust for magic.

The manic magic power was even more rampant in his body. He had never felt this kind of magic riot since he became an adult.

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In Lockhart's ear, there seemed to be a demonic voice, constantly tempting:

"They are all bullying you...looking down on you...thinking you are a liar...throwing you to the bottom of the Black Lake...mermans bullying you...I will give you strength...powerful power to protect yourself..."

Lockhart was like a madman, with a painful expression, squatting on the ground, his ten fingers hooked and grabbed his cheeks, the sharp nails hooked and brought blood, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.

Along with the blood, there were also lines of black matter as black as ink, going in and out of Lockhart's wound, and his eyes also turned into a strange dark red color.

Those black substances were mixed with countless wailing, resentment, anger and hatred, which were swallowing Lockhart's life at this time, and were breeding silently.

Without any hesitation, Rolf rushed straight towards Lockhart, trying to interrupt him from becoming the Silent One.

But Tom's diary suddenly floated up, and all the papers scattered, one, two, three... like fluttering butterflies, one by one, and then gathered towards Rolf's location.

The dense, countless papers covered the entire room like clouds, preventing Rolf from approaching, trying to buy time for Lockhart.

Rolf raised his arm, and a ball of fire appeared at his fingertips. He swung it out suddenly, like swiping an orange-red coin.

The ball of fire leaped into the air, suddenly becoming countless larger, condensing into the shape of a huge lizard, with flames all over its body. As Rolf waved his arm, it pounced away,

like a running arrow hitting straight forward!

The papers all over the sky were ignited, they burned fiercely, emitting pungent black smoke, and the smoke condensed and did not disperse, turning into dozens of whips, which were swung fiercely at the boy.

Rolf snapped his fingers expressionlessly, and the Devil's Net emerged from the ground. The black vines and whips whipped each other, making a sound like a cannonball.

But the Devil's Net was obviously no match for the black whip. After each blow, the Devil's Net was like a lit firecracker, turning into powder. The continuous vibrations continued, and the Devil's Net was slowly shortening.

Seeing that this was not a solution, Rolf suddenly puffed up his mouth, and a large mass of liquid gushed out of his mouth, like a torrent of pouring.

Sticky and sour tongue and teeth!

This was the first time Rolf used this magic, of course, not only because this sticky and thick liquid was not beautiful at all, but also because it was too... dangerous!

The corrosive saliva from the carnivorous slug can easily dissolve the infected objects. It fell on the black fog, making a hissing sound, and the smoke was swallowed up.

The ground of the Room of Requirement was also corroded, burning many large pits, and there was a faint pungent smell.

Rolf did not forget to stick out his tongue and lick the corner of his mouth, his movements were full of elegance.

Harry, trembling, hid behind Rolf, with a look of shock on his face, and Tom in the black fog was also stunned.

This magic... How could it be so weird!

Just when Tom was stunned, a vine came out of the ground without warning, entangled Lockhart's feet, and threw him into the air.

Lockhart was thrown out of the protective circle of the black fog. Rolf pointed his toes and used the elf's "flying sky" to fly into the air.

Tom did not expect Rolf to fly. This kind of magic is too rare for wizards... How many "surprises" Scamander has, he doesn't know!

But Tom did not 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 want to save him at all." Rolf cursed.

The Obscurus on Lockhart was almost formed, how could he be saved? The boy now only wanted to kill Lockhart and prevent the Obscurus from appearing.

A goblin dagger appeared in Rolf's hand. He stabbed Lockhart's head, but it only pierced through the skin a few inches, as if it was stabbed on the wall, unable to go any further.

Lockhart's face was ferocious, his teeth bared, although he did not roar or scream, but the violent aura was thrilling.

His eyebrows were cracked by the stab, and blood slid down the bridge of his nose, adding a bit of strong violence.

The black oily substance finally took shape. It kept spinning, releasing a turbulent and powerful energy, piercing Rolf's arm and sending him flying.

Rolf stabilized his body in midair. His right hand holding the knife was stabbed, and his arm drooped. Blood kept flowing out of his sleeve and dripping along his fingers onto the ground.

Rolf stretched out his left hand and placed it on his right hand. Under the magic of "Healing Hands", the wound healed slowly... It was not a big deal.

Lockhart raised his head and let out a beast roar that pierced his eardrums. Except for the cheek that was exposed, he could vaguely tell who he was. The rest of his body was hidden in the black mist... It was weird and creepy.

The black mist that enveloped him seemed to have life, exuding powerful magic... It was the 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 sneer.

"Open your soul to me, give me your power... Obscurus, I am your master, I gave birth to you... Be loyal to me, help me to resurrect!"

But before Tom finished speaking, Obscurus had already carried Lockhart across the room, flew to his side, and hung in the air.

The black mist shot at Tom's head, and with a bang, the whole head was "pulled out by the roots".

Rolf: "..."

Harry: "..."

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