"Iugulum exacuere!"
"Iugulum exacuere!"
"Iugulum exacuere!"
Deep in the abandoned factory, Lockhart watched his three students waving their wands and chanting spells at the petrified thugs lying on the ground, trying to cast the first black magic he taught them - Iugulum exacuere a spell to kill the target by slahing their neck.
However, it is the first time they learn black magic. they have cast spells more than ten times without success.
The best success was just that the tip of the wand glowed red, and the spell disappeared as soon as it left the wand.
Lockhart was not annoyed when he saw this. He knew that this was normal.
For them who have just been exposed to magic for less than 2 months, although they are extremely talented. With hard work, coupled with his own resources, they have mastered a lot of magic spells.
But the black magic he teach is obviously more difficult. Moreover, this is the first spell they have mastered magic has a certain fatality. It takes time, which is normal.
As the three of them continued to cast the Throat-slashing Curse, Lockhart explained slowly beside him.
"The reason why black magic is criticized in the wizarding world is that every time you cast black magic, you soul get darker."
"It can be said that if you use too much black magic, it will affect your soul and you can't help but be malicious to others. It manifests on the outside that you are impulsive, irritable and cruel. Therefore, black magic is criticized in the wizarding world. "
"And the black magic that I created, or in other words, the black magic that the new wizard can cast, does not have the above shortcomings."
"Although emotions are still needed as guidance initially, they are very weak. Just generate relevant thoughts, and rely more on the power of runes."
"In the course of the future battles, you will continue to come into contact with the following evil people, and there are worse people than this. During the Dark Lord's period, those Death Eaters were, to be precise, members of the pure-blood family, their methods were more cruel than those of you."
"Not only was the body humiliated, but the soul was also tortured. Even the corpse was not spared. It was trained into an Inferi for them to use. The soul was restricted in the body. I saw them killing relatives and friends, but there was nothing I could do."
"Don't think I'm exaggerating. What I'm saying is very likely to happen."
"Because their anger, self-blame, and guilt are exactly what the dark wizards want to see. These emotions will provide stronger energy to them, which they will thrive, and in order to further torture the soul and obtain the energy they need, other methods are far more cruel than you can imagine."
Hearing the teacher's tone, Ian and the other three seemed to have certain images in their minds, especially when they thought of themselves or their friends being trained into Inferi.
Each wave of their wands became stronger and stronger, the runes in their minds became clearer and the spells became more and more rapid.
"Iugulum exacuere!"
"Iugulum exacuere!"
"."
Soon, under Lockhart's gaze.
The tip of Ian's wand emitted a dazzling red light, shooting towards the neck of a thug below.
There was a flash of red light, and a blood-red thread appeared on the man's neck. Then, his body and head were separated, and blood flowed.
Soon, a pool of blood appeared on the ground.
Ian stared at this scene blankly. This is his first time killing someone, even though the other person was a villain and wanted to kill him.
But seeing this, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
After Lockhart saw it, he walked next to Ian, stared at the pool of blood in front of him like him, and said softly: "Ian, you need to gradually adapt to this scene. In the future, you will encounter more enemies than you think. They are more cunning and cruel."
"And they will never give up the idea of destroying the new wizards, and they will never be merciful to us. They will only try their best to kill us like mad dogs. For such an enemy, we can only resist with violence. In the process of the birth of the new magic system, bloodshed and fighting cannot be avoided."
After hearing the mentor's words, Ian nodded slowly to express his understanding.
In fact, he had been mentally prepared before, but he still felt a little uncomfortable after seeing it for the first time, but he just adjusted.
After all, if he wanted revenge, he would have to kill someone.
What Lockhart said to Ian was heard by Vera and Remy next to them, and they became even more determined.
Soon, both of them successfully cast the throat-slashing spell.
When Lockhart saw it, a look of relief appeared on his face.
Then, watch as they prepare to continue working their magic and take out the remaining thugs.
Lockhart nodded slightly, then turned to look at the deaf-mute people around him.
Since he had cast the spell in advance, their emotions were relatively stable, but they were a little overwhelmed by the habit of working for a long time.
They didn't dare to run away, maybe because those who had escaped before were punished, which frightened them.
Seeing this group of people, Lockhart had a headache.
Lockhart considers himself a person with a very flexible moral bottom line, but if he doesn't care about anything, he still feels a little guilty.
After thinking about it, Lockhart had a plan in mind.
Then, waving the magic wand, a transparent ripple spread around, gradually changing the memory, cognition, and consciousness of all deaf-mute people.
For these people, long-term torture has caused them to lose their ability and desire to live, like slave machines.
It is necessary to seal up their emotions and memories and re activate their desire to live.
This is relatively simple for Lockhart, who has studied deeply in the fields of memory and cognition.
After a while, Ian and others successfully eliminated all the thugs.
Looking at the corpses of these thugs, Lockhart gently clapped his hands to his three students and praised: "Congratulations, you have completed your first practical project."
Early morning, Stark Villa, 2nd floor, fitness hall.
Inside the fitness hall, the regular sound of footsteps continued to sound.
At this moment, Tony Stark is running on the treadmill. At that time, his eyes were looking through the glass at the ocean in the distance and the beautiful sunrise on the sea.
The sun is so red that it seemed like an agate plate with dazzling flames, moving upward slowly. Surrounded by the red sun, the glow is completely dyed, and complements the sapphire-like color emitted by the ocean, creating a beautiful picture.
"Jarvis, increase the speed." Tony ordered the artificial intelligence Jarvis while admiring the beautiful scenery.
"Okay sir, but let me remind you again, according to past data analysis, the current running state is the most effective way to exercise physical strength and improve physical fitness."
"Increasing the treadmill speed will only greatly increase physical exertion and shorten training time, and will not help."
Jarvis reminded in a very gentle voice.
"Continue." Tony said directly: "Also, Jarvis, report on the completion progress of the new armor."
After finishing speaking, Tony continued to train on the treadmill.
After almost losing his life twice in a row, he felt it was very necessary to improve his physical fitness and develop stronger armor to arm himself.
Although Jarvis said he had some mild PTSD, didn't he understand his condition?
This is the real problem, not a mental illness or an anxiety disorder.
"Sir, your new armor has been installed with the latest radiation jammer, and the anti-Lockhart armor is on standby at any time."
Tony, who was running, raised the corner of his mouth when he heard Jarvis's voice in return. It would be nice to have a radiation jammer, but he would still dare to be so arrogant in the future.
After thinking about it, Tony said with a smile: "Jarvis, make an appointment with Lockhart for me. The place will be at my house and tell him that there has been a major breakthrough in the wizard Gold Galleon project."
"Okay, sir."
After Jarvis finished speaking, a wave of radio waves instantly crossed half of the city, as if he was looking for a certain place.
But strangely enough, there was no destination found across the city.
As a result, the radio waves continued to spread, covering the entire city, as if waiting for a certain signal.
Once the signal appears, contact the target immediately.
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Morning, Lockhart's Villa
The artificial grass in the magic luggage's interior space was lush and green. On the lawn, a large number of mute people in dark blue clothes and with pale faces stood in a square formation. They all looked at Lockhart at the front, gratitude evident in their eyes.
They were thankful to the handsome blond man standing before them for saving them from hell and restoring their lives. Whenever they thought of their previous experiences, all they felt was darkness and despair. However, a white light would flash in their minds, gradually sealing away the negative emotions. Their moods shifted, and all their negativity turned into hope for the future.
It was as if they could only long for heaven after experiencing the pain of hell.
At that moment, Lockhart observed the mute people and nodded slightly. Ignoring them completely would be like sending them back to hell. If he handed them over to an institution like a police station, it wouldn't do them any good. Lockhart had little faith in the police department in the United States, often commenting with a derisive "Haha" at their incompetence.
Based on their track record, it was impossible to gauge how deep the corruption went. Handing these people over to the police would be like throwing them back into the clutches of the Hand. So, he decided to put those thoughts aside.
As for taking responsibility for this group of mute people himself, he had no desire to do so. There were hundreds of them, and they weren't wizards. They couldn't even engage in the activities he wanted to undertake.
Thus, he decided to leave professional matters to professionals. It was most appropriate to entrust the handling of such a large number of people to an agency like SHIELD. Whether they dealt with it internally or transferred them to a specialized institution like a school for the deaf, it was a minor task for SHIELD. They wouldn't dare to mess around for their own sake.
Now, he just had to wait for Coulson to come over and receive these people. Lockhart glanced at his watch. It was 9 a.m., and Coulson was expected to arrive at the designated location.
Thoughts flashing through his mind, Lockhart extended his wand and drew a graceful curve in the air. In an instant, a red flame-colored circular portal opened. On the other side, there was an open space with three buses and some SHIELD agents. Coulson stood at the front. Lockhart saw this and stepped forward.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Lockhart took it out and glanced at it briefly. An unknown number? He turned it off immediately. It was probably another spam call. He had been annoyed by these calls in his previous life. Answering them not only wasted time but also led to a bombardment of messages from the other party, provoking anger and wasting life.
To avoid trouble in the future, he would turn off calls from unknown numbers or those flagged as scams.
Buzz! Buzz!
The phone rang again. Lockhart glanced at it and saw the same number. He turned it off again, this time tapping the screen lightly with his fingertip, surging a bit of magic power.
Though he felt that something might genuinely be happening, he still found it troublesome. He had matters to deal with at the moment. If it were important, they would call again later. Then, Lockhart waved to the mute people behind him, conveying his meaning through mental power.
Seeing them step through the portal in an orderly manner, Lockhart walked towards Coulson. At that moment, Coulson was carefully observing the scene on the other side of the portal, perhaps trying to memorize the layout of Lockhart's base camp. He noted the lawn and the vague outline of the house, planning to see if he could gather more information later.
At least he could write another report.
"Professor Lockhart, according to your instructions, we have made arrangements. The Deaf-Mute Association will be responsible for the placement of these people," Coulson said quickly and gently as Lockhart approached.
Lockhart responded with a polite smile and said righteously, "My student accidentally encountered a group of extremely vicious drug dealers. They actually cut out the tongues of these people and pierced their eardrums, creating deaf and mute individuals."
"My students have always had a strong sense of justice. I dealt with this illegal and inhumane behavior directly. Saving these people can be regarded as eliminating harm for the community."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is a national agency, and these people will be handed over to you. You will not mention my students' names in any news; just say this was your operation."
Coulson looked slightly uncomfortable. SHIELD had heard a bit about the Hand but hadn't paid much attention since it wasn't directly related to their responsibilities. However, Lockhart's explanation sounded like it was for SHIELD's benefit, and SHIELD wanted to accept this favor.
Despite his internal complaints, he smiled gently and said, "Okay, Professor Lockhart, thank you and your students for your hard work."
Lockhart then added, "By the way, Coulson, three of my students don't have official status yet. Can you help with that? I'll pay."
Coulson quickly responded, "No, no, SHIELD will handle the identity matter. This is SHIELD's thanks for your students' heroic endeavor."
Lockhart nodded with satisfaction. It was good to resolve the matter of the mute people and also take care of his students' identities. It would make it easier for them to operate in New York from now on.
Noticing Coulson's slightly thicker but still sparse hair, Lockhart teased, "Coulson, how was the effect of the shampoo I gave you last time?"
Coulson felt helpless. After receiving the shampoo, the director had taken half of it for research. He had only used it once before the scientists in the research department went crazy, snatching the rest for further study.
He hadn't used much of it yet. Complaining to the director only led to reassurances that the research department might find a new source of income for SHIELD and that he should be patient for the product to appear.
He could only agree with a polite yet embarrassed smile, though he remained skeptical of the research team's capabilities.
Lockhart, sensing Coulson's thoughts, smiled and produced another bottle of Potter family shampoo from thin air. Coulson's eyes lit up with surprise and desire.
"This bottle of shampoo is a personal gift from me. I hope it will be helpful to you," Lockhart said softly.
Coulson, still unaware of Lockhart's plans to win him over, expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Professor Lockhart, for the shampoo."
As he was about to continue expressing his thanks, his phone started vibrating again. Unlike Lockhart's phone, Coulson's was specially customized to block ordinary calls.
He took it out and saw a string of unknown numbers. Thinking it might be Jarvis, Tony Stark's AI assistant, he guessed it was urgent.
He gave Lockhart an apologetic look. Lockhart nodded, and Coulson stepped aside to answer the call.
"Hello, Mr. Coulson, I am Jarvis, Mr. Stark's artificial intelligence assistant," said Jarvis.
Coulson, looking slightly puzzled, walked back to Professor Lockhart, handed him the phone, and said, "Professor Lockhart, Tony is looking for you."
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