From Azkaban

However, he just muttered it in his mind and didn't say it out loud. After all, he was not planning to be a king.

"The feeling of casting a spell is really wonderful. The magic power flows according to your thoughts. You feel the magic power taking effect, and then the magic is accomplished. It is a wonderful trajectory."

The improvement in control over magic power also includes the perception of magic power. Now Locke can vaguely feel the fluctuations of magic power in the outside world.

After casting the spell just now, Locke could roughly feel that as he recited the spell, his magic power flowed out through his fingers. The next moment, a trace of magic fluctuation flashed above the door lock, and the door lock was opened.

Perhaps it is because his perception of magic has become much stronger that Locke is now completely in love with magic.

If before it was just a yearning and beautiful fantasy for supernatural powers, now Locke has truly fallen in love with the wonderful process of magic power flowing and finally completing the magic.

"Ha, no wonder everyone wants to be a wizard."

Locke closed the cell door with his backhand, walked out of the corner where his cell was, and went towards the stairs on his floor.

The cells in Azkaban are also divided into levels, starting from the bottom to the top. The higher you go, the more serious the prisoners’ sentences are and the longer their sentences are.

The sentence of his predecessor was considered long here, so the position he was imprisoned in was not low, just one level below that group of Death Eaters.

As for why Locke knew this news, or why his predecessor knew it, it was entirely because when his predecessor came, those Aurors originally planned to lock him up as well.

But later on, he considered that his predecessor was indeed too weak, and although the crimes he committed were serious in the Ministry of Magic's trial, they were far inferior to those Death Eaters who committed all kinds of evil, murder and arson. After all, his predecessor had not killed anyone, so in the end he was imprisoned here.

Because they felt that the predecessor was too weak, the Aurors didn't even put handcuffs and shackles on him and just threw him in the cell.

Walking out of the corner where his cell was, passing several empty cells, Locke went up the stairs and went to the upper floor. Soon, the cells began to be filled with people.

"!!"

Without exception, all the prisoners widened their eyes in disbelief when they saw Locke walking leisurely in the corridor, and some even rubbed their eyes to make sure they were not dazzled.

"Merlin's pants! You can get out! How did you get out!?"

"Friend, help me! Save me too, and I'll give you all my wealth. Don't leave, take me with you! Please!"

"Yes, let us out! Take us with you, you can't get out by yourself, take us with you!"

Shouts like these echoed throughout the corridor. Listening to the noise these guys made, Locke frowned, stopped, and looked around with a cold face.

"........."

Following Locke's actions, the prisoners who had been shouting just now quickly quieted down, because for some reason, when they were stared at by Locke, they felt a very obvious sense of oppression.

The feeling of oppression made them dare not look directly into Locke's eyes, let alone speak under Locke's gaze.

"very good"

Seeing this scene, Locke nodded with satisfaction. He had no idea how the prisoners felt and only thought that it was his domineering aura that intimidated these guys.

"This is a restricted area in the prison, please do not make loud noises. After all, making noises like this will only hasten your own death, so please be quiet."

Locke swept his eyes over the seven prisoners. Except for two who looked relatively normal, the remaining five all looked obviously crazy and neurotic from their eyes and expressions.

Obviously, those two should be the same as their predecessors, prisoners who had just been in prison for a short time and had not been tortured too many times.

"........."

No one answered. All seven prisoners looked at Locke, becoming more and more nervous.

As the excitement in their brains gradually dissipated, all seven of them realized one problem, that is, this is Azkaban.

In their opinion, all the wizards who were imprisoned here, including themselves, were not good people. They had all committed crimes outside, and Locke must be no exception.

And now, Locke, as a prisoner, walked out of the cell in a swagger, and acted as if he was at home.

Just now, they were overwhelmed by the excitement of being able to escape. Now that they have come to their senses, they realize that they cannot afford to provoke this guy who is obviously not an ordinary person.

No matter what means Locke used to open the prison door, it demonstrated Locke's ability.

Thinking back to the substantial sense of oppression they had just felt, the seven prisoners became increasingly nervous.

Now they no longer want Locke to let them go, they just want Locke not to do anything to them.

Although being tortured by Dementors was painful, it didn't mean that they wanted to die, or that they wanted to live now, so all seven prisoners pursed their lips and stared at Locke with nervous eyes, waiting for his next words.

"Very good, I like this kind of quietness."

After Locke finished speaking, he waited for a while. Seeing that all the prisoners were very tactful and did not say anything, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Since you have chosen to remain silent at this moment, I hope you will continue to remain silent when I speak next."

To be honest, these prisoners were more sensible than Locke had expected. He had originally planned to make an example of them if anyone jumped out.

If a wizard is imprisoned in Azkaban, he will die. The Aurors will not care. Even the bodies will be dealt with by Dementors. Locke will not have any psychological burden in his heart.

But now seeing how well these guys are cooperating, there is no need for Locke to take any unnecessary action.

"It seems like everyone has no objection. That's great. I have a feeling we'll get along very well."

After waiting for a few more seconds and seeing that no one showed up to act as a troublemaker, Locke spoke slowly again.

"It's like this. In the next few days, I want you to wait for a while after the Aurors deliver the food. Then I will come and take away half of the food. What do you think?"

While speaking, Locke was also observing the expressions and eye changes of the seven people. When they heard Locke's words, the expressions of the seven people changed to varying degrees.

But even so, none of the seven people jumped up to resist, but they didn't say a word to agree either.

The silence of the seven people made Locke frown. "There is an old saying in the Eastern Celestial Empire that goes, 'He who knows the current affairs is a hero.' There is also an old saying that goes, 'If you don't accept a toast, you will be punished by a forfeit.'"

As Locke spoke, he slightly raised his right hand. The next moment, in front of the seven people's shocked gazes, orange-red flames appeared in front of them. The scorching temperature made them fall back to the ground with horror on their faces.

Volume 1: Chapter 6 The True Legacy of the Predecessor

The Fire Curse, a spell whose predecessor had mastered a level roughly similar to the Iron Armor Curse, but that was its predecessor. Now, based on his foundation, Locke can easily cast it wandless and silently.

And thanks to his control over magic power, Locke can not only cast it, but also target multiple targets at once and make the flames float in the air, but he can't do more for the time being.

With the magic power Locke can mobilize now, showing a flame the size of a cabbage in front of seven people is already the limit. More and bigger flames will require more magic power.

Just two visualizations, mainly the second one, brought benefits that directly allowed Locke to evolve from a lousy adult wizard who inherited his predecessor into an excellent wizard.

As for spellcasting skills, Locke's level is far beyond his current strength level. Not only can he cast spells silently without a wand, but his control over his own magic power and emotions is also above average.

The reason why the seven guys who fell to the ground were so shocked was not because of the sudden appearance of the fire. They were all shocked by Locke's silent and wandless spell.

There is no dark wizard who is not knowledgeable when being imprisoned on this level. Looking at Locke at this moment, they have only one thought in their minds, that is, how did those guys from the Ministry of Magic catch Locke.

Normally speaking, it would be impossible for those guys in the Ministry of Magic to catch someone with this level of strength. After all, the seven of them knew very well what it meant to be able to cast spells silently without a wand.

That is a skill that can only be mastered by those who have reached the pinnacle of magic, and it is synonymous with power.

The seven big guys had only heard of those in legends but had never seen them. The only one who could be confirmed with certainty in the current era was the White Lord who stayed in Hogwarts.

But what did they see now? They actually encountered wizards of this level in Azkaban.

When they thought of this and looked at the flames still floating above them, all thoughts in the minds of the seven people who fell to the ground disappeared without a trace, and they did not have the slightest desire to resist.

Not to mention that they don't have wands now. Even if you give them wands, they would not dare to resist a wizard of this strength unless it is a matter of life and death.

"I have no objection! Sir, no, sir, I have no objection!"

Looking at the flames that had already started to fall, a prisoner who had fallen to the ground started to shout first, and then the other six followed suit as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Sir, I have no objection either."

"Me too, sir."

"Whatever you say, sir."

Hearing what the seven people said, Locke slowly lowered his raised right hand, and the fire flower floating in front of the seven people gradually extinguished as they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very good, it seems that you all are people who know the current situation. Let's make it like this. From now on, I will come to pick it up at a fixed time every day."

Locke's eyes swept over the seven people one by one, his brows relaxed, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, by the way, let me remind you all one last time, please don't do anything tricky with the food, it will also hasten your death, please remember."

After giving his final warning, Locke did not linger and turned to walk towards his cell.

Seeing Locke leave, the prisoners in the seven cells all breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, everyone's forehead was covered with sweat.

Locke returned to the cell and took a look, and found that the plate he had moved away from the door had disappeared. Obviously, it was taken back by the Auror using magic.

Seeing this, Locke felt more at ease. The Aurors even relied on magic to deliver meals remotely, which showed their resistance to entering Azkaban, so there was basically no need to worry about them coming in.

The Dementors that roam and patrol in the cells also follow a regular pattern, and as long as they can gain pleasure from it, they won't care if a prisoner walks out of his cell and wanders around Azkaban.

"That's about it. Half of the food for seven people should be enough for what we need next."

This is Locke's way of solving the food problem. As the saying goes, if my neighbor stores food, I will store guns. My neighbor is my granary. As the only prisoner in Azkaban who can cast spells besides Aurors and elves, Locke is truly at the top of the food chain among the prisoners.

"despair"

Locke walked into the cell, closed the door behind him, sat on the bed and began to think about ways to exercise.

Locke actually already had some ideas about this issue in his mind, but because he had not been able to mobilize the magic power in his body before, he had no way to verify his ideas.

Now, through the improvement brought by visualization, Locke can already mobilize a small part of the magic power in his body. Although it is not much, it is enough to verify his imagination.

“I don’t know if it will work.”

Locke got on the bed, crossed his legs, and prepared to try out his idea with trepidation.

Locke is ready to try to create a spell through his own ideas, a spell that works on himself.

The inspiration for this creation comes from a female character in the original movie, Queenie, the wife of Jacob the Chosen One.

She was a natural born Legilimency. Simply put, this magic was an advanced magic that required practice for others, but for her it became a passive skill.

What does turning a magic into a passive skill remind you of? That's right, it's the various magical animals in the Harry Potter world.

Those magical animals basically have their own innate skills, which can be used instinctively without any learning, and their upper limits of ability far exceed the signature skills of level nine wizards.

When watching the movie, Locke had an idea that Queenie probably had the blood of some magical animal and was lucky enough to awaken, which allowed her to gain this talent.

Unlike normal magical animals who have a good grasp of their own abilities, Queenie cannot fully control her own talents. Locke thinks that this is most likely because Queenie's bloodline is not pure or strong enough, which leads to her inability to control her own talents.

Having said so much, what Locke is going to do is actually very obvious. That's right, he plans to imitate this logic, create a magic to strengthen the body, and try to fix it and then let it run for a long time.

He didn't have any illusions that he could find a way to awaken Queenie's talent. After all, he didn't know if there was any magical animal blood in his body. Even if there was, it would probably be very thin, after all, his predecessor was so weak.

Locke didn't think he could add talents to himself by relying on his imagination. All he had to do was imitate this idea and try to create a pseudo-passive skill for himself.

As for where this passive skill should be placed, that is naturally the consciousness space, which can also be called the sea of ​​​​consciousness. Now that the Yin-Yang fish lives in it, Locke thinks that there should be room for other things.

In this way, combining his previous incarnation's shallow magical knowledge with all the knowledge he could use in his previous life, Locke began the journey of creating his first spell.

As his consciousness entered the sea of ​​​​knowledge, Locke completely lost his perception of time. It was not until the Dementors came that he stopped developing his own spells and used the Dementors to practice visualization.

After the visualization ended, Locke lost consciousness again. When he woke up again, food was placed at the door.

After going out to bring back the food for seven people and eating it all, Locke continued to study and develop his own spell.

Everything goes on in this cycle: developing the mantra, visualizing, eating, developing the mantra, visualizing, eating, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.

For more than half a month, Locke's soul and mind were improved every day in the fight against the Dementors, and the clarity and distance of the Yin-Yang fish were also increasing little by little.

Along with it came a surge in magical power, which was almost eight times as much as when he first crossed over. Naturally, the magic power Locke could mobilize without a wand also increased a lot.

With the miraculous effects brought about by this series of upgrades, on the thirteenth day after the time travel, Locke actually turned over many memories inherited from his predecessors, which he himself did not understand at all or could not even remember, and only remained in his subconscious.

Originally, when Locke traveled through time, he inherited only the superficial memories of his predecessor, that is, the memories that he remembered and could roughly recall.

But as Locke's soul and mind gradually became stronger under the effect of visualization, one magical effect after another began to appear, including this kind of deep excavation of his own memory, which is a bit like photographic memory.

The most distinctive memories among these are his predecessor's learning of Transfiguration and Potions at Hogwarts and the memory of a period of time after he left school when he felt that he was lagging behind and tried to make up for it for a period of time but it was useless and he finally gave up.

I have completely forgotten the origins of those homework and papers I copied and the classes I attended. The same goes for the advanced knowledge and books published by the masters of the magic world when I was cramming.

But Locke, who inherited all his memories, could now easily turn out these memories hidden deep in his consciousness like flipping through a folder and observe them clearly over and over again.

By absorbing and learning this knowledge, Locke finally made some progress in the development of his own spells.

In the following time, Locke greedily learned and comprehended the valuable knowledge dug out from his previous life's memory. The more he learned, the more he understood the magic system.

Time passed again, and Locke had one more thing to do every day, which was to review his past memories and learn.

Now Locke feels that he does not have enough time every day, and from time to time he sighs that Azkaban is pretty good. It is quiet and he can devote himself to his own affairs every day without being distracted by anything. After all, even the only dementors that might disturb him have been used by him and have become a part of his daily life.

Volume 1: Chapter 7 I am a genius! (Convinced)

"I actually did it. Am I really a genius?"

It took more than a month for Locke to successfully complete the development of his own spell.

A magic that exists constantly in the space of consciousness, operates automatically according to specific operating rules, and is connected to the magic power in Locke's body. Locke does not need to worry about it. As long as the magic power in Locke's body is not exhausted, the magic will continue to operate passively.

Looking at the halo that surrounded his entire consciousness space, Locke suddenly felt that he might really be a genius.