Magical Studies at Hogwarts...

Chapter 256 Heading North

Unbelievable! Unbelievable!

Albakin was filled with astonishment; he simply couldn't believe that this underage wizard could gain the upper hand in a pure magical duel.

As an internationally renowned wizard and a representative of African wizards, Albakin and Dumbledore had a harmonious relationship and were old friends for many years. Albakin enjoyed a high reputation in the wizarding world; otherwise, he wouldn't have succeeded Dumbledore as president of the International Federation of Wizarding Societies. Over the years, he had heard a lot about Ike from Dumbledore.

Yes, Ike is excellent, but Albayzin never imagined he would be this good before today.

"Hehehe..."

Ike sneered, leisurely watching Albakin's face bead with sweat and his body tremble more and more. Suddenly, he thrust the magic weapon forward, and a golden pillar of light instantly engulfed Albakin.

"boom!"

A burst of brilliant golden light exploded, scattering the knights who were still chasing the wizards. With a wave of his sleeve, he dispersed the starlight-like golden light that had fallen from the sky, leaving only a circle of wizards lying on the ground in a sorry state, some of whom had even fallen into the Red Sea.

Ike scratched his head with his wand, tilted his head and looked at Albakin lying in front of him, his tone surprisingly concerned.

"You should still have some strength left, go and save those unlucky guys in the sea, otherwise I can't guarantee where they'll drift to."

Albanian tilted his head back, his face pale, his wand lying to the side, a noticeable crack on it. He was about to speak when he suddenly coughed violently for a long time before calming down.

"You...cough cough...you won't succeed!" Albazin said. "We all know your purpose!"

"So, you mean I won't be bored on the way?" Ike squatted down, a smile on his face. "That'll make it more interesting, at least it won't be too boring."

With that, the wand gently touched Albakin's body, and a dozen golden halos immediately locked him to the ground. He struggled twice, but to no avail.

"Don't worry, this spell won't last long," Ike said. "Normally, it only lasts for an hour, unless you try to break free..."

"Based on the intensity you just used, congratulations, you've extended your time by half an hour."

"So, I advise you not to struggle, just wait quietly, otherwise I really don't know where those unlucky guys will be after you get out of trouble." Ike's eyes turned cold, but he said it with a smile.

Albakin shivered involuntarily, then obediently lay down on the ground, trying his best not to touch the golden light. He looked at the wizards who had also fallen not far away, who, like him, were firmly locked in golden circles.

Seeing that Albakin had calmed down, Ike also stopped smiling. He straightened up, looked down at Albakin again, but said nothing more.

With a wave of his hand, the suitcase handle fell naturally into his grasp. He lightly tapped his clothes with his wand, smoothing out the slight disarray caused by the battle.

He turned around, but stopped again after walking a short distance. He didn't look back; only his voice reached Albayzin's ears.

"Even though I already know the answer, I still want to ask..."

"Mr. Albayn, could you tell me where the **** is?"

After a long while, there was still no reply from behind. Ike chuckled softly, shook his head slightly, took a step, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Albanian watched Ike leave silently, only letting out a long, helpless sigh after he had completely disappeared. Only then did those nameless wizards dare to speak up and ask questions.

"Mr. Albazin, are we just going to wait like this?"

"Although I'm reluctant to admit it, yes, we can only wait like this for now." Elbakin lay on his side to make himself a little more comfortable. "This must be magic created by Strad, using advanced magical techniques. It will indeed take longer to break free the more you struggle, just as he said."

"But...how is this possible! He...how old is he!"

"Gentlemen, you must understand that a wizard's greatness has nothing to do with age..." Albakin sighed, then, after calming himself, slowly continued, "Some of you should have escaped before me. Once you're free, go and search for those who fell into the sea..."

"Of course, with such a commotion here, if those guys from the Ministry of Magic get here first, let them go look for it."

"Now, I need to think about some things..."

As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, Ike Apparated back to Cairo and checked into a random, reasonably decent hotel. He was in good condition, only slightly tired, and recovered almost completely after lying in bed for a while.

There's an old saying in my hometown: "Youth has the upper hand in boxing." This saying can also be applied to wizards, especially in battles where the strength of the opponents is relatively even.

While this form of combat, known as "wave-based combat," may seem somewhat foolish, it's similar to internal energy duels in old martial arts novels, making it far more dangerous than ordinary battles. However, having consumed the olive fruit, Ike actually holds a slight advantage in magical power.

Surely no one thinks that eating that fruit simply increases magic power?

No way, really?

The gift from the gods in legend is no ordinary thing; it is the fruit of a magical plant that has been preserved in a special way since ancient times, and even now, it is still slowly transforming Ike's body.

It is changing slowly and steadily.

Ike understood the principle of not biting off more than he could chew, which was one of the reasons he didn't swallow the Fruit of Life directly. In fact, he had already decided not to eat any more magical fruits before fully absorbing the olive fruit.

Who knows if they might conflict? In mythology, those are completely different pantheons.

He closed his eyes and slept soundly, waking up late at night. After eating a simple meal, Ike used a few tricks to fall asleep again.

I woke up the next morning, checked out immediately, and headed north with my suitcase.

The "****" thing is purely a hoax to Albayn. Although there's a high chance they won't fall for it, it can at least divert some of their attention.

Ike's purpose was clear, and he had no intention of changing it at the last minute. Besides, both the Book of the Dead (also known as the Egyptian Book of the Dead) and its counterpart, the Book of the Sun, were practically legends. Even if they did exist, they were nowhere to be found, perhaps in the tomb of some dangerous individual.

The tombs of those great figures in ancient Egypt were filled with all sorts of strange curses. Just think about how Gringotts spent more than a decade trying to remove the curse from one of the pyramids, and you'll know just how troublesome that thing was.

In contrast, Ike's next planned stop is not so dangerous.

Even if that was within Rome's city-in-the-city—the Vatican.

(End of this chapter)