Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 244: Dumbledore's Secret
Godric's Hollow.

The wind in the valley blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness and tranquility, as if even time had slowed down a little here. The mountains in the distance were rolling, like a sleeping beast on the earth, their outlines looming in the sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun was originally dyeing the entire valley red and yellow.

however.

Everything changed as the little wizard cast his magic. A simple lighting spell, without much magic power output, had already created a magnificent scene that was no less than a small nuclear explosion.

Ian constructed the spell according to the ancient Greek magic framework recorded in "Dark Powers: Spell Transformation". The moment the spell was uttered, a sudden change occurred.

The air around him seemed to tremble, as if some mysterious force was moved by this magic. The tip of the little wizard's wand flashed an unusual color.

At first, the light from the magic wand was inconspicuous, like a dim star in the night sky. However, in the next second, the sunset in the sky seemed to be ignited directly by an invisible lighter.

The setting sun suddenly burst into a scream.

Instantly, a strong light burst out, and the originally soft afterglow instantly became hot and dazzling. Then, a dazzling golden light burst out from the surface of the sun.

It was like a golden bridge connecting heaven and earth, carrying tremendous power, and like a spear thrown by a god that pierced straight through the clouds, shattering the thick clouds gathered above the sky and falling straight down.

The shadow of a spear-wielding chariot emerged from the steaming white mist.

"Is that so... It is still the power borrowed from the ancient gods." Dumbledore keenly sensed that there was some ancient and sacred will flowing in the beam of light.

"This is the power of the sun god..." Ian also felt a familiar breath at this time, which was the power of the sun god he had seen in the ancient city of Pompeii before.

obviously.

After using the magic framework of ancient Greek gods, Ian's magic once again underwent unimaginable changes. With the blessing of this power, the originally simple lighting spell underwent earth-shaking changes. It was no longer just a faint light that illuminated the darkness, but turned into a brilliant light that illuminated everything.

I saw.

Accompanied by the falling of the light column.

The entire Godric's Hollow was instantly shrouded in light, with every corner illuminated in detail, as bright as day, as if the entire valley was covered with a layer of golden gauze.

"This is no ordinary lighting spell... It's truly amazing." Dumbledore stared at the scene before him with a deep gaze. He felt the breath that made his heart palpitate.

There is no doubt that this breath comes from the gods.

This further confirmed his previous speculation about Ian's magic transformation. As long as Ian's magic was connected with the gods, it would be rendered by the power of the gods.

"It's not a bad thing... After all, we already know the rules." Although Dumbledore didn't know the reason, he was very clear about one thing at this moment.

Such power may hide unknown costs, but as long as Ian can control this change, it can be considered a unique and good thing to some extent.

"It seems that your guess is indeed correct." Ian couldn't help but admire Dumbledore's wisdom again. It might be an exaggeration to say that he had planned everything, but there were indeed not many things that the old headmaster could have made mistakes on.

"Ian, no matter what, this can be considered a special controllable form. It can be regarded as a special magic that belongs to you alone, just like the family bloodline that many wizards have, which can enhance their magic in certain aspects in an unrepeatable way... Of course, I think your situation is much more exaggerated than those bloodline magics."

"With the power of the gods upon me..." Dumbledore's expression was somewhat astonished, and the look he gave the little wizard was very strange, the kind of look that was confused but also somewhat intriguing.

Before the little wizard could speak.

The great principal spoke again.

"In normal times, if you want to avoid changes in magic, try to keep the framework of your magic simple enough. Most modern spells can help you keep your magic stable."

Dumbledore's voice was calm as he gave Ian advice. He certainly didn't want to see Ian in class again because he had used some magic to induce this incident and cause terrible damage.

In fact.

If Hogwarts had no tradition of early graduation, Dumbledore would have felt that Ian could apply for early graduation. Even he would have felt that such power was beyond his reach.

of course.

This was the situation he hoped to see. After all, the stronger this little wizard was, the greater the chance of success of what he expected. Such good news was enough to overwhelm his caution.

"Okay, I understand, professor. Don't worry, I won't destroy my...our Hogwarts." Ian also understood what the old headmaster meant and nodded seriously.

He took Dumbledore's words to heart.

"Ok?"

Dumbledore felt that Ian suddenly changed his tone for some reason. He was a little confused, but he didn't take it to heart.

"How do you feel when performing magic like this?" Dumbledore asked softly. Every master of magic has an irrepressible curiosity about unfamiliar areas.

"Um... am I able to maintain this magical feeling?" Ian frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "It's a little different from normal spellcasting. I don't feel the will of the gods. However, I seem to be able to exercise some authority from the gods while maintaining the magic?"

Ian hesitated for a moment, as if looking for the right words. His tone also carried a hint of uncertainty. After all, he just had a vague intuition.

He vaguely felt that he could attach the power of light to plants and animals in any area.

"Is that so... the authority of the gods..." Dumbledore's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he said in a deep voice: "There is still plenty of time, perhaps we can experiment."

He made suggestions.

Ian raised his wand and pointed it at an oak tree not far away. Then, the golden light that was spreading throughout the valley flowed towards the tree like a small branch.

It wraps softly around the trunk.

All of a sudden.

The ordinary oak tree began to change - the tree took on a divine and awe-inspiring appearance, as if protected and blessed by some kind of sacred power, radiating vitality, and golden lines appeared on the bark. Each leaf became crystal clear, as if liquid sunlight was flowing inside.

"It's similar to a blessing... kind of interesting."

Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand, obviously wanting to test it himself, and as he cast the spell, a blazing flame gushed out from the tip of the Elder Wand. The flame rolled and jumped in the air, looking like a long winding strip, but it still carried a blazing temperature and destructive power.

Playing with fire.

This is Dumbledore's specialty.

The speed of the flame was faster than a bullet, and it rushed straight towards the big tree shrouded in divine light. The moment it touched the big tree, it suddenly made a loud noise.

"Boom!"

There was quite a bit of movement.

It was as if it was engaging in a fierce battle with the divine light on the big tree.

however.

Surprisingly, when the flames touched the divine light on the trees, along with the fluctuations of the divine light, the horrifying flames seemed to be slowly dissipated by an invisible force.

No matter how the flame explodes, it cannot penetrate deep into the divine light. This is why the explosion occurs. As time passes, the power of the flame gradually fades.

Finally dissipated into nothingness.

It did not cause any harm to the tree.

"What an appalling defense." Although Dumbledore had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but sigh after feeling it carefully.

To know.

Although the fire spell just now was not his full strength, it was powerful enough to make it difficult for most wizards to deal with it. However, the tree that Ian casually "blessed" was completely unharmed.

Can be imagined.

How powerful is the power contained in the light.

It was really outrageous - Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh in his heart, maybe what Ian said was right, this really was the power from the sun god, the god of light.

Before that, there was Jörmungandr, the world-devouring snake in the Norse mythology system.

Today, this power comes from ancient Greek mythology.

These two things were so unrelated yet they all came together, which really made Dumbledore a little confused. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of secret Ian had.

"The only one in destiny..."

Dumbledore suddenly murmured something without any reason. Before the little wizard could ask in confusion, he looked at Ian thoughtfully.

"Ian, how many individuals can you exert this influence on at the same time?" He was very curious whether such a blessing had a single-body limit. If not, it would be too outrageous.

"Can I give it a try?"

Ian did not give a direct answer, but waved his wand again to explain the facts. The golden light spread rapidly in all directions like a tide.

It kept branching out into tributaries, and in an instant it almost covered the entire canyon.

The trees, flowers, and small animals in the valley were all infused with this golden light. Every individual infused with the light began to exude a sacred aura.

"It's like holding a torch in winter." Dumbledore picked up a curled maple leaf with the tip of his wand, and the veins on the leaf continued to emit heat.

Dumbledore looked at the scene around him and couldn't help but smack his lips. It can be said that wherever the light passed, every weed, every bush, and every rock was plated with divine power.

Even animals are the same.

All of them received the blessing of divine power from the Sun God.

The horns of twenty wild deer simultaneously bloomed with halos like small suns. The oldest male deer raised its front hooves, and the spring water gushing out from its hoof prints smelled as sweet as honey.

So dreamy.

The entire canyon seemed to have turned into a mythical holy place.

"It briefly became a magical creature..." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with astonishment, and then shook. He felt as if he had glimpsed the mystery of the origin of magical beasts.

of course.

This discovery might shock the entire wizarding world, but to him, the shock was far less than what Ian had created, the creatures that were "blessed" all over the mountains and plains.

hard to imagine.

It's just an illumination spell.

"It's really a terrifying power."

A simple lighting spell can create an invincible army... How to say it, just thinking about it makes people feel nervous, even Dumbledore had to secretly rejoice.

Fortunately, such power is in the hands of wizards with no ambitions. If it were in the hands of Voldemort or even Grindelwald, Dumbledore dared not imagine what would happen.

That would have to be a real revolution.

bloody.

He didn't even dare to think about that scene. Fortunately, fortunately, such power was only in Ian's hands, so it would probably only be used on the workers in the black-hearted workshop of 997?

Go to work at nine in the morning, get off work at nine the next morning, and then go to work seamlessly... It sounds a bit scary, but it is easier to accept than the war between wizards and Muggles.

"Um... Professor, why do I feel like something is not right when you look at me?" Ian noticed that there was some indescribable strange emotion in Dumbledore's gaze.

"nothing."

Dumbledore shook his head without changing his expression.

He looked at the animals not far away again, and saw a blessed rabbit that jumped dozens of meters high. The strength of its legs completely defied common sense.

Such a scene made the old principal feel itchy.

"Exert this influence on me. I want to experience it myself." The old principal's tone was full of anticipation, and he took the initiative to withdraw the protection of his own magic.

“Are you sure?”

Ian was stunned for a moment.

“I’m pretty sure.”

Dumbledore smiled.

Seeing this, Ian did not hesitate. He nodded and waved his wand lightly. A golden light more condensed than before separated from the beam of light that illuminated everything.

It was like a wave, enveloping Dumbledore completely.

“It’s been a wonderful experience.”

Dumbledore closed his eyes and carefully felt the power. In an instant, he felt a powerful energy surging in his body, and his body seemed to be filled with endless power.

It seemed as if countless tiny streams of light were flowing under the skin.

“This is amazing!”

In Ian's field of vision, he saw Dumbledore's muscles begin to swell, his originally loose robes were stretched tightly, and finally burst with a "bang".

"Sigh~"

The little wizard couldn't help but gasp.

What is Gandalf?
Perhaps this is the real Gandalf!

Albus Dumbledore turned into an old man with ripped clothes, just like a different style of painting! And the one without the spike on the top of his head was even more effective than the muscle growth potion invented by Raven that Ian had seen!

“It’s the style of an old-age hot-blooded anime!”

The young wizard couldn't help but marvel.

The person before him was a Dumbledore he had never seen before. The old headmaster looked exceptionally strong in the golden light, with well-defined muscles that did not look like a centenarian.

What was even more striking was that countless fine silver runes appeared on his skin, like some kind of ancient seal - this was not the effect of the Illumination Charm on Dumbledore.

It was more like some secret of the old principal himself was brought out.

"This is?"

Ian widened his eyes and asked curiously. He knew how to interpret the runes on Dumbledore's body, but it was like reading a heavenly book. It did not belong to any magic rune system he knew.

Dumbledore looked down at his body, and the emerging runes gave him a complicated look.

"Some protective measures from long ago."

The old principal gave a concise explanation but did not go into details. He moved his muscular arms and silver runes began to flow.

"Protective measures?"

Ian could feel the amazing magic power surging in Dumbledore's body at this moment, which was at least three to five times stronger than usual. Those silver runes were greedily absorbing the golden light.

They became brighter and brighter.

"Professor, how do you feel?" Ian asked cautiously.

"It feels like I'm eighteen again. Well, I was that strong at eighteen." Dumbledore made a rare joke, but at this moment, something strange happened again.

A blinding black light suddenly lit up on Dumbledore's chest.

next moment.

The old principal groaned, knelt on one knee, and his expression became painful.

"professor!"

Ian hurriedly withdrew his magic power, and the golden light dissipated instantly.

"fine."

Dumbledore stood up panting, his robes restored to their original shape without him noticing. He gently pressed his chest, where a strange scar could be vaguely seen - as if it had been pierced by some sharp weapon.

"It seems that some old injuries don't like this kind of treatment." The old principal smiled bitterly, his voice returned to calm, and before Ian asked, he spoke directly as if to make a conclusion.

"That's all for today, Ian."

The old principal obviously didn't want Ian to ask more questions.

"Yes, Professor,"

Ian nodded tactfully.

but.

His mind was still recalling the black mark that had appeared on Dumbledore's chest.

Looks really familiar.

It's a bit like... the shape of the Deathly Hallows overlapping each other?

(End of this chapter)