Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 859 - 243: Dumbledore’s Secret

Godric’s Hollow.

The wind in the valley blew gently, carrying a hint of coolness and tranquility, as if even time had slowed its pace here. In the distance, the rolling mountains resembled sleeping giants of the earth, their outlines faintly discernible in the twilight, as the afterglow of the setting sun initially painted the entire valley in shades of crimson and orange.

However.

With the casting of the Little Wizard’s magic, everything changed. A simple Lighting Spell, before outputting much Magic Power, had already produced a scene as magnificent as a small nuclear explosion.

Ian constructed the Spell based on the framework of Ancient Greek Magic recorded in "Dark Power: Spell Transformation." As the spell was softly uttered, a sudden mutation occurred.

The surrounding air seemed to tremble, as if some mysterious force had been stirred by this magic. The tip of the Little Wizard’s Magic Wand shimmered with an unusual hue.

Initially, the glow from this wand was unremarkable, like a dim star in the night sky. However, in the next second, the setting sun in the sky seemed to be directly ignited by an invisible lighter.

The sunset erupted with a piercing scream.

In an instant, it burst forth with intense light, the once gentle afterglow suddenly becoming scorching and dazzling. Immediately, a blinding golden light erupted from the sun’s surface.

It was like a golden bridge connecting heaven and earth, carrying immense power, akin to a Long Spear thrown by the gods, piercing straight through the clouds and shattering the thick clouds gathered on the horizon.

Amidst the rising white mist appeared the phantom of a chariot wielding a spear.

"So that’s how it is... once again borrowing the power of an ancient god," Dumbledore perceived acutely, sensing an ancient and sacred will flowing within the pillar of light.

"This is the power of the Sun God..." Ian also sensed at this moment the familiar aura, precisely from the power of the Sun God previously encountered in the ancient city of Pompeii.

Clearly.

After using the Ancient Greek magic framework related to the Divine Spirit, Ian’s magic once again underwent unimaginable mutations. With the blessing of this power, the originally simple Lighting Spell underwent an earth-shattering transformation. It was no longer just a weak light illuminating the darkness but transformed into a radiant brilliance illuminating all things.

Just see.

Accompanying the descent of the light column.

The entire Godric’s Hollow was instantly enveloped by this light, every corner illuminated as clearly as day, as if the whole valley had been draped in a golden veil.

"This is no ordinary Lighting Spell... truly astonishing," Dumbledore gazed at the scene before him, his eyes deep, as he sensed the aura that made his heart palpitate.

There was no doubt this aura came from the Divine Spirit.

This also further confirmed his previous suspicions about Ian’s mutated magic. As long as Ian’s magic was connected with the Divine Spirit, it would be imbued with the power of the Divine Spirit.

"Not necessarily a bad thing... after all, we now know the rules," Dumbledore, although unaware of the underlying cause, was well aware of one thing at this moment.

Such power might harbor unknown costs, yet as long as Ian could control this mutation, it could be considered a unique advantage in a certain sense.

"It seems your conjecture was indeed correct." Ian couldn’t help but admire Dumbledore’s wisdom once again, though exaggerating his flawless judgment might be hyperbolic, indeed it was rare for this old headmaster to be mistaken.

"Ian, regardless, this can be regarded as a particularly controlled form, akin to a unique magic belonging to you, just like the Family Bloodline Magic many Wizards possess, which enhances their magic in certain aspects... Of course, your situation, I think, is far more exaggerated than those Bloodline Magics."

"Endowed with the power of the Gods..." Dumbledore’s expression was somewhat awe-inspired, gazing at the little wizard with a peculiar look, one of intrigue mingled with puzzlement.

Before the Little Wizard could respond.

This great headmaster spoke again.

"Usually, if you want to avoid the mutation of magic, try to ensure your magic framework is as simple as possible, most modern spells can help you maintain the stability of magic."

Dumbledore’s voice was calm, advising Ian, as he certainly didn’t want to see Ian in class because some magic induced such changes causing terrible destruction.

In fact.

If it weren’t for the absence of an early graduation precedent at Hogwarts, Dumbledore would feel Ian could completely apply for early graduation, such power he found formidable even for him.

Of course.

This is a situation he hoped to see, after all, the stronger this Little Wizard became, the higher the success rate of what he envisioned, such good news enough to overshadow his cautious nature.

"Yes, I understand, Professor, rest assured, I will not destroy my... our Hogwarts." Ian, too, understood the seriousness in the old headmaster’s words and nodded earnestly.

He etched Dumbledore’s words into his heart.

"Hmm?"

Dumbledore noticed that when Ian spoke, there was a sudden change in his words, and though curious, he chose not to dwell on it.

"In this state of casting magic, what do you feel?" Dumbledore asked softly; every Magic Master holds an insatiable curiosity about unfamiliar realms.

"Uh... you mean the feeling of maintaining this magic?" Ian furrowed his brows slightly, after pondering for a moment, he said, "It’s somewhat different from normal casting. I didn’t feel the will of the Divine Spirit, but rather, while maintaining the magic, it seems I can exercise some authority derived from the Divine Spirit?"