Chapter 110 Progress of the Spell
For Meka Anders, it's a painful and joyful feeling.
Amidst the dull pain in my head, a large amount of knowledge suddenly entered my mind along with the pain.
This knowledge was accompanied by clear pictures, shown frame by frame. Meka suddenly felt that he had become the wizard obsessed with magic. He forgot to eat and sleep, practicing spells and recording the corresponding knowledge in a certain cabin day and night.
The wizard knew that he was stupid and inferior to others, so he worked particularly hard.
In the small house with only dim lights, the wizard stayed for more than ten or twenty years, as if he had gone crazy. Because of this, he even forgot that he had a family, and all the housework was taken care of by his wife and daughter.
He had left the cabin only a few times over the years.
Once, his wife suddenly died of illness, and another time, not long ago, his daughter seemed to miss him so much that she suffered from another strange disease. He had to go out to seek medicine, but encountered a dark wizard on the way and died unexpectedly.
Meka was deeply immersed in these images and experiences, constantly absorbing the knowledge about magic.
As time passed, this knowledge seemed to be carved into Meka's brain and became an integral part of his memory.
Finally, he opened his eyes again, and the picture in his mind suddenly disappeared, and he took a deep breath.
Only ten minutes had passed, but to him, it felt like a long time had passed.
"It feels pretty good." Meka felt that once he fully digested this knowledge, many magic spells would be greatly improved.
But he also had some regrets. The wizard had not systematically studied magic. In his memory, he could only find very little knowledge about the Iron Armor Curse.
In other words, from this spell-obsessed wizard, the Iron Armor Curse, which he most hopes to improve, can only increase his proficiency by a small amount, but not much.
"But fortunately, I still have a 'brooch' with my last wish left."
Meka took out the copper-colored brooch from her arms, played with it, and then put it back.
After waking up from his dream, Meka felt that his head was still a little bloated. Just when he was about to wash his face and go back to sleep, he was suddenly startled.
He saw a vague little figure standing there at the door, looking at Harry's bed. As if he felt his gaze, the small figure screamed and disappeared into the night.
"Dobby the elf?" Meka touched his chin.
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In the night, Harry was recovering from his injuries in the school hospital. When he woke up from his dream while lying on the hospital bed, a thin figure appeared beside the bed.
"Harry Potter." Dobby said suddenly.
There was a sudden sound late at night, which startled Harry again. He stood up quickly and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was Dobby.
He lowered his voice: "Why are you here? Dobby?"
Dobby didn't answer the question and said, "When Harry Potter missed the train that day, he should have gone home. Why did he come to Hogwarts?"
"Did you know that I delayed the train?" Harry was stunned for a moment, then stared at Dobby and said, "You blocked the passage at Nine and Three-Quarters Station?"
"It's me." Dobby nodded.
Harry sounded a little angry: "You almost got me and Ron expelled!"
"But that can at least keep Harry Potter away from Hogwarts." Dobby did not dare to look directly into Harry's eyes and lowered his head. "I even tried to use the Bludger to tell you that this place is very dangerous. but……"
"You controlled the Bludger to chase me?!" Harry's face looked ugly.
He never thought that it would be this new friend he made at his uncle's house this year who made all the noise on the Quidditch pitch, almost causing him to be shot down from a high altitude by the wanderer!
"Don't you know how dangerous that is? Dobby?!" Harry's expression had never been so serious.
"I...I..." Dobby nodded dejectedly, "I knew it was dangerous, but I had to do it. For this reason, I even burned all ten of my fingers with an iron."
It stretched out ten fingers, and as expected they were all wrapped in gauze, and the exposed parts were burned and turned a little black, which was shocking.
Harry looked at the fingers it showed and was startled for a moment, then took a deep breath and said:
"You'd better get going, Dobby, or I'll still strangle you when my bones grow out."
Dobby showed a sad expression, jumped off the bed, and murmured to himself:
"Dobby often hears this at his master's house. The master thinks Dobby is a bedbug, and he often beats Dobby. Others think so too. Only Mr. Potter is a little different..."
"Of course, now I'm still a bedbug..." Dobby suddenly covered his face and sobbed, then pulled up the tattered clothes on his body and began to wipe his tears and nose.
Harry frowned at this: "Why are you wearing this, Dobby?"
"This dress?" After Dobby wiped away his tears, he looked up and replied:
"This dress is a symbol of the enslavement of the house elf. Only when the master gives Dobby new clothes to wear can Dobby regain his freedom."
Harry nodded, and then asked: "You keep saying that Hogwarts is dangerous, what do you really know?"
"I heard it from the master several times." Dobby sniffed and said, "He said that the history of Hogwarts will repeat itself, and terrible things will happen..."
"History repeats itself?" Harry was startled.
He quickly grabbed Dobby's arm: "You mean, this has happened at Hogwarts before?"
"Oh! Dobby said the wrong thing again!" Dobby suddenly picked up something beside him and started hitting his head. He said as he hit:
"Bad thing! Dobby is a bad thing!"
"Don't get excited! Dobby!" Harry grabbed its hands to stop it.
Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, and Harry turned around and looked out the door.
At this moment, Dobby's figure suddenly disappeared in front of Harry, everything seemed to be an illusion.
Harry knew someone was coming outside the door, so he quickly went to bed and pretended to be asleep.
After a while, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall came in, followed by several people, carrying a stretcher with a lifelike stone statue on it.
"Another person was petrified." Professor McGonagall said in a serious tone.
Professor Dumbledore was helping to place the petrified student. After a while, he said:
"Minerva, the students of Hogwarts are now in a crisis."
"Perhaps we should tell them this fact."
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At noon the next day, after coming out of the auditorium, many students looked worried.
Professor Dumbledore told everyone about someone being petrified, which reminded people of the line of blood on the wall about the 'Chamber of Secrets' a few days ago.
The Slytherin students were okay and didn't seem to care very much, but even though the other students didn't speak, it could be seen that they were worried, and some even thought of asking for leave and leaving.
Meka walked among the crowd, as calm as ever.
He played with the copper-colored brooch in his hand, and then said goodbye to Harry and others to fulfill his last wish.
Because the owner of this item is a well-known black magic defense expert.
He is convinced that as long as he fulfills the last wish of this dark magic defense expert, the legacy in it, plus the legacy obtained from the 'Spell Book' before, will be enough to raise his Iron Armor Curse level to what he needs. level.
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