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Godric's Valley.
A gentle breeze swept through the valley, bringing with it a cool, serene calm. It was as if time itself slowed its pace here. The distant mountains rose and fell like sleeping beasts, their outlines blurred by the sunset's glow, which painted the valley red and gold.
However, with Ian's magic unfolding, everything changed. The simple Lumos charm, barely channeling any magical power, produced a spectacle rivaling a small-scale nuclear explosion.
Ian constructed the spell using the ancient Greek magical framework recorded in Dark Forces: Spell Transformation. The moment he spoke the incantation, a sudden, unpredictable change occurred.
The surrounding air seemed to vibrate as if a mysterious force were being stirred by the spell. The tip of Ian's wand flickered with an extraordinary hue.
Initially, the light from the wand was subtle, resembling a dim star in the night sky. Yet, in the next instant, the sky lit up as if struck by an invisible flame.
The sun flared violently.
A piercing light burst forth, and the once soft sunset suddenly became intense and blinding. A beam of golden light shot out from the sun's surface.
Like a bridge connecting heaven and earth, it stretched out, carrying immense power. Yet it struck straight through the clouds like a spear cast by a god, shattering the dense clouds hanging at the horizon.
Amid the rising white mist, a phantom chariot wielding a spear appeared.
"So it is indeed like this... still borrowing the power of one of the ancient gods." Dumbledore sensed it sharply; the beam carried the will of an ancient, divine entity.
"This is the power of the Sun God..." Ian recognized the familiar aura at that moment- the same power he had sensed before at the ruins of Pompeii.
Clearly,
Using the framework of the ancient Greek gods caused Ian's magic to mutate in unimaginable ways. The simple Lumos charm transformed completely under this divine influence.
Instead of merely dispelling darkness with a faint light, it became a radiant brilliance that illuminated all things.
As the beam of light descended, the entire Godric Valley was instantly bathed in illumination. Every corner was revealed in crisp detail, as bright as day- as though the whole valley had been draped in a golden veil.
"This is no ordinary Lumos Charm... truly astonishing." Dumbledore gazed deeply at the scene, sensing an aura that made his heart race.
Without a doubt, this aura came from a god.
This confirmed his hypothesis that Ian's magic mutates whenever it connects with a god, imbuing it with divine power.
"It's not necessarily a bad thing. After all, we now understand the rules." Though he did not know the exact reason, Dumbledore understood one thing clearly: this kind of power may carry unseen costs, but as long as Ian could control the mutation, it could be a blessing of sorts.
"It seems your guess was correct." Ian couldn't help but admire Dumbledore's wisdom again. Perhaps it was an exaggeration to say he left no detail unchecked, but there were very few things this great headmaster misjudged.
"In any case, Ian, this can be considered a particularly controlled form of magic, unique to you. It's much like the house bloodlines that many wizards possess. Those bloodlines grant unparalleled enhancements in certain areas of magic. However, I think your situation is far more extreme than those bloodline magics."
"The power of the gods..." Dumbledore's expression carried a sense of awe. His gaze toward Ian was peculiar, a mix of confusion and intrigue.
Before Ian could speak, the great Headmaster continued.
"If you want to avoid magical mutations, you should keep your magic frameworks as simple as possible. Most modern spells can help you maintain stability in your magic."
Dumbledore's voice was calm as he offered this advice. Of course, he did not want Ian to inadvertently trigger another magical anomaly and cause catastrophic destruction in class.
In fact,
If Hogwarts had a precedent for early graduation, Dumbledore thought Ian could easily qualify. Such power was overwhelming, even to Dumbledore.
Of course,
This was exactly the situation Dumbledore had hoped for. The stronger the young wizard became, the higher the chance of success for Dumbledore's plans. This was good news, enough to outweigh Dumbledore's natural caution.
"Understood, Professor. Don't worry; I won't destroy our Hogwarts." Ian nodded seriously, grasping the Headmaster's meaning and committing his words to memory.
"Hm?"
Dumbledore noticed that Ian had slightly changed the phrasing when he spoke. He was curious but didn't dwell on it.
"In this magical state, how does it feel to you?" Dumbledore asked softly. Every master of magic has an insatiable curiosity about unfamiliar realms.
"Uh… the feeling of maintaining this magic?" Ian furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment. "It's somewhat different from casting normal spells. I don't feel the will of the gods, yet while sustaining the magic, it's as if I can exercise certain powers derived from the gods themselves."
Ian hesitated, searching for the right words. His tone was tinged with uncertainty because he was only following a vague intuition.
He vaguely sensed that he could attach this radiance to any plants or animals in a given area.
"Is that so...the authority of the gods..." Dumbledore's eyes flickered for a moment, then he spoke in a deep voice, "We still have time. Perhaps we can experiment a little."
He made a suggestion.
Ian raised his wand and pointed it at an oak tree not far away. The golden radiance flowing through the valley seemed to branch off subtly and flow toward the tree.
It gently enveloped the trunk.
In an instant,
The ordinary oak began to change. The tree exuded a divine aura, as if it were protected and empowered by a sacred force. Its vitality surged, golden patterns appeared on its bark, and each leaf became crystalline with an inner glow resembling flowing liquid sunlight.
"Like a blessing... quite interesting."
Dumbledore raised his wand, clearly wanting to test it personally. With a spell, a searing flame erupted from the tip of his wand. The fire twisted and leapt through the air as a sinuous streak, yet it carried immense heat and destructive force.
Playing with fire.
This was Dumbledore's specialty.
The flames moved faster than bullets, rushing straight toward the oak tree bathed in divine light. The instant the flames touched the tree, an enormous sound erupted.
"Hōng lóng!"
The noise was enormous, as if the fire were engaged in a fierce battle with the divine radiance surrounding the tree.
However,
To everyone's astonishment, the moment the flames touched the light, they seemed to be gradually eroded by an invisible force.
No matter how intensely the fire erupted, it could not penetrate the divine light. The explosive crackling sounds gradually faded as the fire's potency waned.
Finally, the fire dissipated into nothingness.
The tree remained completely unharmed.
(To Be Continued…)