EFB Chapter 79 Wooden Sword and Divine Weapon
Chapter 79 Wooden Sword and Divine Weapon
Chapter 79 Wooden Sword and Divine Weapon
"You once said that you could see the figures of two people in front of you, and even walk alongside them."
In the eyes of the world, you are already a legendary wizard just like them.
What exactly is the difference between you and them?
Why insist on making up for this seemingly insignificant gap?
Don't forget, we once said that the power of the collective is always greater than that of the individual, which is the core reason why we established the First Order.
Because we cannot change the world on our own!
Lynch's voice remained calm: "I haven't forgotten what I said."
But I remember there was a supplementary chapter later on—"But sometimes, at certain crucial junctures, the power of an individual can instantly crush a massive collective!"
He paused, organizing his thoughts for Reggie, "As for the difference between me and them...:"
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked her chin, a sharp glint in her eyes: "If I had to put it into words, it's the difference between wood and steel."
"The abilities of an ordinary wizard are like wood. Unpolished wood is a rough stake, but trained wood becomes a sharp wooden knife or sword."
They have the right hardness and edge, and can also cause injury.
But essentially, it's still just wood.
"I am a wooden sword ten times larger than an ordinary wooden sword. The sheer weight and size of my falling weapon alone can inflict considerable damage, enough to wipe out an entire area."
"But Dumbledore and Voldemort," Lynch's voice deepened, "their power is an unparalleled weapon forged from steel forged through countless hammer blows!"
It is a divine weapon that has been tempered and sharpened, capable of cutting hair in two!
It's the kind of being that injures you with a mere graze, cripples you with a single touch, and can decide victory or defeat with a single blow!
"I can engage them in a prolonged battle, using my 'size' and 'weight' to hold my own for a while. But if the fight continues, the outcome is almost certain—my enormous wooden sword will eventually be dismembered and destroyed piece by piece by their steel blades!"
Lynch's gaze sharpened: "To prevent an extreme situation from occurring on our path to achieving our goals, where we are utterly defeated by the power of one person, I must forge myself into a true steel sword!"
"Only in that way can we ensure the steady achievement of our goals!"
After a while, Reggie's hoarse voice came from the fireplace flames: "Then I will clear all obstacles in your path."
After playing as the Seeker for Gryffindor in a Quidditch match and helping his team secure victory, Harry instantly became a hero in the hearts of all Gryffindor students.
In the past, his classmates saw him as "the boy who survived a great calamity".
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A distant, almost legendary symbol.
Although they attract attention, they always seem to be kept at a distance.
This resounding victory brought Harry's image closer to everyone's lives.
He is no longer a vague legend, but a real hero who won back honor for Gryffindor.
The students' enthusiasm and admiration made Harry's Christmas holiday a "flying" one.
Even after Hermione returned to the common room from the library, he still often had an uncontrollable silly grin on his face.
This feeling of being genuinely accepted and warmly embraced by the group was something he had never experienced before in the Dursleyan household; it was fresh and intoxicating.
However, his good mood did not stem solely from this adulation.
He also received a very special Christmas gift: an anonymous invisibility cloak.
The accompanying note stated that these were his father James Porter's belongings.
Holding this light yet meaningful cloak, Harry's feelings were complex and hard to describe.
I have no memory of my parents whatsoever.
On one hand, there was immense joy; possessing his father's belongings made him feel closer to them.
On the other hand, he also felt a subtle sense of loss, because he had never met them.
Ultimately, joy and melancholy intertwined, merging into a deeper happiness and an irrepressible excitement!
The entire security of Hogwarts... is now open to me!
The thought swirled in his mind, as nimbly as a golden thief.
Ever since Hagrid let slip in conversation, figuring out who Nicolas Flamel really was has become an obsession for him, Ron, and Hermione.
Now, with this invisibility cloak, exploring the secrets of the deepest part of the castle no longer seems like an unattainable fantasy!
Amidst a mix of happy emotions, Harry felt that Snape's Potions class wasn't so unbearable anymore.
Perhaps... it wasn't entirely because of my good mood.
Harry thought to himself.
He keenly sensed that Snape was acting strangely today, appearing somewhat absent-minded, even dazed.
The most compelling evidence is that he actually caused trouble for Harry during Potions class!
Gryffindor only lost one point in Potions class.
Harry heard from his senior that something else could happen before he started school.
After he started school, Snape made no attempt to hide his dislike for him.
In every class, Snape would find an excuse to deduct points from him or make sarcastic remarks, which he took as the perfect finishing touch to his day!
So this lesson was simply incredible!
Has something happened to Snape?
The thought had barely surfaced when Harry jolted awake, shaking his head in disgust as if trying to get rid of something dirty.
I must have lost my mind to be concerned about Snape.
He quickly suppressed this whimsical thought and refocused his mind on his own excited world, planning his trip to the library that evening.
But his trip ultimately did not take place.
Hermione reminded him that he had a magic studies class with Professor Lynch the next day.
A notice has been posted on the bulletin board that the class will be held in the area outside the castle.
This means that since the castle closed, Hogwarts students have once again faced a grueling marathon that they hadn't experienced for over a month.
"Harry! You need to be well-rested for tomorrow's lessons!"
That's what Hermione reminded him of.
He agreed with Hermione, so he planned to visit the restricted section of the school library on the weekend.
The following afternoon, Harry and his classmates stood together, listening to Professor Lynch speak.
"Good afternoon, everyone. It's been quite a while since our last outdoor class."
"Many students are wondering why, during the time we had classes in the castle, I only chatted with you and never had you do any kind of exercise."
"I'll tell you why today." With that, Lynch smiled. His smile was gentle, but it gave the young wizards a bad feeling.
"On the one hand, it's because work and rest need to be balanced. If you keep pushing your will to the limit, it will eventually break you down. So you need to give your mind some time to rest and recover."