Harry's words seemed to activate some kind of spell.
The gentle shadow that had previously only known how to rock the cradle suddenly stood up.
He spread his arms out, his back to the cradle.
The haziness on the surface of the shadow gradually faded, revealing the figure of a gentle red-haired woman.
The cold, dark figure who pushed open the door also shed its veil of mystery, revealing a bald, black-robed, snake-faced man— Voldemort.
He stopped staring intently at Harry.
The wand was pointed at the red-haired woman who had her arms outstretched.
("No!" Snape's eyes widened in horror.)
"No!" Harry suddenly understood everything.
From the beginning, all he needed was a request to wake his sleeping mother.
A mother's love could overcome the most powerful dark wizard's Killing Curse thirteen years ago, and it can also make her stand in front of him today to break the cycle.
Harry would rather not have understood this in the first place.
But the speed of the incantation was far faster than his movements.
The green light had already touched the woman's body, and everything around her shattered like glass.
Harry woke up on the mat, panting.
The shield that he always kept close to his body had disappeared.
He succeeded.
To relive the pain of losing one's mother.
He also understood the Liberation Phrase.
It's a very simple sentence: [Mom].
The ability is quite simple: it's a mother's love for her son. He can dispel and rebound all negative states he experiences by expending magic.
Even simple concepts like fatigue and sadness.
"You've successfully unleashed the Magic Immortal Artifact!" Riddle was even more astonished.
In his eyes, Harry's magic increased tenfold, and the energy of love flowing through his body completely merged with his magic.
Such a significant growth could only be achieved through the liberation of the Magic Immortal Artifact.
Harry didn't reply, he just nodded.
A deep sorrow lingered in her emerald green eyes.
Cedric glanced at Harry in surprise; he hadn't expected that Harry would be the first of the four Champion to unleash the Magic Immortal Artifact.
It wasn't that he was arrogant; it was just that his Magic Immortal Artifact had automatically activated this morning.
He had always thought that, no matter what, it should be him.
(Most viewers were also briefly surprised by this. But the next second, they remembered Harry's identity— the Boy Who Lived.)
(Perhaps this is due to his untapped potential.)
(Dumbledore had his own opinion on this. "The Love Charm has been in Harry's body for nearly thirteen years, and over the years it has become indistinguishable from Harry's own magic.")
("The Magic Immortal Artifact that Lily transformed into might simply be the Love Charm itself, which Harry had long been accustomed to. That's why he was able to break free so easily.")
("Of the four Champion, only Harry and his contractor were truly close. What relationship could be closer than that between a mother and son?")
("Another self might nitpick at the self that has been blinded by worldly desires, but if it's the mother, all that's left is pity.")
"What's wrong, child?"
The voice in his mind made Harry's eyes widen.
"What, you thought I would disappear?"
"No, Mom. It's just sand in my eyes."
Harry smirked.
"It seems you've calmed down." Professor Riddle said with a smile, noticing Harry's improved mood. "Here's a word of advice: you'd better not tell anyone about the power of the Magic Immortal Artifact. It's more private than the color of your underwear."
"Then I have no choice."
Harry didn't say the rest of his words aloud; it just flashed through his mind.
'I told Ron. It's a pity my Ron doesn't exist in this world.'
'Mine? I must be crazy! Thank goodness I didn't say it aloud, or else Ginny...'
Indeed, no one heard Harry's true feelings.
As Harry woke up.
The rest of the audience also looked at the remaining two images.
Phoebe sleeps in a sea of flowers, while Krum falls from a pile of floating debris.
But the two remained asleep.
Meanwhile, in Harry's "reality," Basil, Hermione, Ernie, Harry, and Neville all woke up one after another, their Magic Immortal Artifact merging into their bodies.
Professor Riddle glanced at the time. "Time's up."
The ring spins.
The images of Phoebe and Krum collapsed, and the rest of the students woke up one by one.
"Based on my experience, if a fairy who cannot reconcile with herself and learn to store Magic Immortal Artifact after more than 30 minutes, what she needs is not more time, but to find the contradiction between herself and her other self, and learn to accept or change it."
Professor Riddle looked at the students he had awakened. "There's nothing I can do to help with that."
"It is your own hearts that are not honest, even with yourselves."
"Learning to acknowledge your ugliness and accept your imperfections is what growth is all about."
"A quarter of the course has already passed, but that's for the Dark Magic Fairy."
"Students of the other three colleges, half of your time has already passed."
"You mean...?" Hermione, eager for class, couldn't hold back any longer and quickly raised her hand.
Riddle explained, "Some of the Dark Magic Fairy's advanced techniques can cause your elven bodies to become turbid."
"It's best to avoid this kind of knowledge if you don't want to become Dark Magic Fairy."
"What I'm going to teach the Magic Fairy Apprentice later is one of the Dark Magic Fairy's most famous techniques."
"The forced release of the Magic Immortal Artifact."
"Without reconciling with oneself, bypassing the silhouette of the self within the Magic Immortal Artifact, another darker self is created, and through it, the power is forcibly activated and used."
"Will this have a negative impact on the 'me' inside the Magic Immortal Artifact?" Phoebe raised her hand.
She wanted to gain power surpassing that of other Champion, but she didn't want it to harm Ariana.
During that tedious and monotonous period of training, Ariana was the only ray of sunshine in her darkness.
"Of course not." Riddle smiled. "It's just adding a tenant to the Magic Immortal Artifact, finding a roommate for another version of myself."
"You can also communicate with the original silhouette of yourself in the Magic Immortal Artifact through the dark side of yourself that you created."
"Even from a utilitarian perspective, the Second Stage Liberation of the Magic Immortal Artifact requires the original self-portrait within the Magic Immortal Artifact to exist and cooperate with him or her."
"Therefore, you don't need to worry about any side effects other than the impurity of the elven body caused by forcibly releasing it."
"Okay, we've already wasted 5 minutes of our conversation."
"While everyone's still here, I'm going to teach you a universal little curse."
"The incantation is: Guna La Goddess of Darkness — Hukala — Black Energy Bullet."
"Its purpose is to transform your chaotic emotions into bullets, using the mind as a framework, and fire them at the enemy, causing those hit to feel physically and mentally uncomfortable."
"Beginners can use their hands to adjust the trajectory and aim at the enemy."
"This is also a way to purify one's spirit. Even White Magic Fairy can learn Dark Magic."
"Let me demonstrate first."
"Guna La Goddess of Darkness — Hukala — Black Energy Bullet".
As he said this, Riddle made a gun gesture with his hand.
As he chanted the incantation, a wisp of black energy condensed at his index finger and shot towards the wall.
The walls were intact, without even a scratch.
"When the target is an inanimate object, such as a wall, the Black Energy Bullet will not cause any damage."
"Alright, repeat after me, and think about your worries while chanting the mantra."
"Repeat my movements. Don't point your fingers at people, point them at the wall."
"Guna La Goddess of Darkness — Hukala — Black Energy Bullet."
For a moment, the classroom was filled with the sound of chanting.
"That simple?"
Cedric looked at his fingertips.
A black cloud was swirling, waiting for him to launch.
Even though I wasn't really thinking about my worries, as I chanted the incantation, a cool aura surged up to my fingertips, and my heart felt much lighter.
"There is a deep darkness hidden within you," Riddle as he approached.
(Voldemort let out a chilling laugh, "As expected of the more powerful me, I sensed his abnormality.")
"Darkness?" Cedric wanted to object, but the strange occurrences this morning silenced him.
He also thought about himself in this world, wondering if his becoming so withdrawn and gloomy was also an influence of his dark nature.
"You've noticed it too, haven't you? Perhaps your essential power is too dark and brutal, thus affecting you as a person."
"Then what should I do?" Cedric asked.
"Fight evil with evil, create even stronger evil to overwhelm it." Riddle smiled slightly, put his hands behind his back, and left. "You'll find out soon enough."
"Fight evil with evil?" Cedric muttered to himself.
Perhaps it is because he did not choose the Path of the Dark Magic Fairy that he was unable to fight evil with evil, and thus became what he is now.
He began to look forward to the lessons to come.
"Time's up," Riddle announced loudly.
The chanting stopped abruptly.
"Students from the other three colleges, you may leave get out of class early."
Seeing Phoebe remain where she was, first-year Harry raised his hand. "Isn't she going to leave?"
(Ginny's face darkened.)
(Aberforth Dumbledore, "What a mess the boys of Albus are making!")
"I remember you should be in class, right?" Riddle said speechlessly. "She is a humanoid elf, so there's no need to worry about her elven body being impure and unable to become human."
First-year student Harry was reluctantly pulled away by Neville.
In the hallway, Harry covered his face and whispered to Krum, "Honestly, I still can't believe it's me. And I've fallen for Phoebe. Ginny will be furious if she sees this."
(Ginny nods.)
Krum comforted her, "She'll understand."
"When I woke up, I found that you and Edward had already woken up. Neither of you had any of your Magic Immortal Artifact either. Could it be..."
"Yes, my Magic Immortal Artifact is now free." Harry nodded.
"As expected... cough cough, what? Liberation? How did you..." Krum was so shocked he was almost incoherent. "I could feel myself falling, but I just couldn't open my eyes. How did you open your eyes and even achieve liberation?"
"I think," Harry scratched his cheek with his index finger, "It's because my Magic Immortal Artifact are made from my mother, mother and son are connected."
"Oh right," Krum replied instantly, "I almost forgot about that."
"I feel it's very difficult for me to do this. My Magic Immortal Artifact has directly transformed into another body, and this body even has its own spirit."
"According to Professor Dumbledore, it has already been freed. I want to take it back and find the Liberation Phrase, which will certainly be very difficult."
"By the way, Edward wasn't liberated, was he?"
"Probably not." Harry shook his head. "He was the first fairy to wake up, and I was the second. But judging from Professor Riddle's surprised expression, he probably wasn't freed."
"That's good." Krum breathed a sigh of relief. "But being the first to wake up... this guy's talent is just too good."
"His Magic Immortal Artifact are not like ours, which are transformed from contracted Heroic Spirits and would actively want to awaken."
"What's worse is that he's Dark Magic Fairy, and he can also learn methods to forcibly release himself."
I'm really curious about what's inside.
Krum looked into the room behind the wall and was momentarily stunned.
"Stop." Harry shook Krum's dazed body. "If you want to become the Golden Snitch forever, then go in."
"Phoebe is because her spirit was originally in human form."
"Being Golden Snitch isn't so bad," Krum muttered. "Besides, I have two bodies—one to learn the Dark Magic Fairy's techniques, and the other, my elven form, is... unhealthy—"
"What a load of rubbish! Your body is actually Magic Immortal Artifact! Evil thoughts entering your body are entering Magic Immortal Artifact. You'd better stop dreaming." Harry was speechless.
(Unlike Harry and Krum, the content forcibly released by the Magic Immortal Artifact can be seen by other viewers, and there are two additional camera angles.)
"Most of my courses are interconnected and build upon previous ones."
"Imbuing Magic Immortal Artifact with evil thoughts to create an embodiment of evil, and then using it to grasp the essence of one's power, sounds difficult, doesn't it?"
"It is indeed very difficult to develop such a method from scratch."
"But all we have to do is follow the plans of our predecessors."
"Inject evil thoughts, do you still remember the spell we just learned?"
"What do you mean?" Draco rubbed his hands together.
Riddle nodded. "Its purpose is to gather negative emotions, create a visual curse, and then launch it."
"What we need to do is aim the bullets at our Magic Immortal Artifact."
"So what's next?" many students asked in unison.
They've all already pointed their fingers at the Magic Immortal Artifact.
"There is no next step." Riddle shrugged. "All you have to do is keep firing bullets at your Magic Immortal Artifact."
"Once the black patterns cover the entire Magic Immortal Artifact, it means that the embodiment of evil has been fully formed."
"There are very complex theories involved, but you don't need to understand them."
"All you have to do is hold it while you sleep. When you wake up, you will find that your Magic Immortal Artifact has been liberated."
("It's that simple?" Ron was speechless.)
Judging from their expressions, the students in the classroom shared similar thoughts with Ron.
But they didn't dwell on it too much.
Because what they need to do is get started as soon as possible.
In particular, some of them haven't even learned the incantation for the Black Energy Bullet.
However, those who have learned it also have their own troubles.
"What should we do?" Draco looked at the exquisite caduceus staff, somewhat speechless.
He really wasn't sure about his Magic Immortal Artifact.
Before each use of the Black Energy Bullet, his finger would twitch slightly, and then it would become crooked.
But if he puts it directly against the wall, he can't get it out.