infodatos Chapter 244, Section 243: Dumbledore's Secret
Chapter 244, Section 243: Dumbledore's Secret
Chapter 244, Section 243: Dumbledore's Secret
Godric Valley.
A gentle breeze blew through the valley, bringing a touch of coolness and tranquility, as if even time itself had slowed down. The distant mountains stretched endlessly, like a slumbering beast of the earth, their outlines appearing and disappearing in the twilight. The setting sun's afterglow had originally painted the entire valley a reddish-yellow hue.
however.
As the young wizard cast his spell, everything changed. A simple illumination spell, barely using any magic, produced a spectacular scene comparable to a small nuclear explosion.
Ian constructed the incantation according to the ancient Greek magic framework described in "Dark Powers: Spell Transformation." The moment the incantation was uttered, a sudden change occurred.
The surrounding air seemed to tremble, as if some mysterious force was being manipulated by this magic. The tip of the young wizard's wand shimmered with an unusual color.
At first, the light emitted by the wand was inconspicuous, like a dim star in the night sky. However, in the next second, the setting sun in the sky seemed to be ignited by an invisible lighter.
The setting sun suddenly burst into a shrill cry.
In an instant, a burst of intense light erupted, and the originally soft afterglow instantly became scorching and dazzling. Then, a blinding golden light burst forth from the surface of the sun.
It is like a golden bridge connecting heaven and earth, carrying immense power, and like a spear thrown by a god, piercing straight through the clouds, shattering the thick clouds gathered in the sky and falling straight down.
The phantom of a spear-wielding chariot emerged from the rising white mist.
"So that's how it is... It's still the power borrowed from an ancient god." Dumbledore keenly sensed that some ancient and sacred will flowed within the pillar of light.
"This is the power of the sun god..." Ian also sensed a familiar aura at this moment, which was the power aura of the sun god he had seen in Pompeii before.
obviously.
Having adopted the ancient Greek magical framework that touched upon the gods, Ian's magic underwent another unimaginable transformation. Empowered by this power, the originally simple Illumination Charm was completely transformed. It was no longer merely a faint light illuminating the darkness, but had become a dazzling light that illuminated all things.
All I saw was...
As the beam of light fell.
The entire Godric Valley was instantly enveloped in this light, every corner was illuminated in minute detail, as bright as day, as if the entire valley had been draped in a golden veil.
"This is no ordinary Illumination Charm... It's truly astonishing." Dumbledore stared at the scene before him, his gaze deep and unfathomable, sensing the aura that made his heart tremble.
Without a doubt, this aura comes from the gods.
This further confirms his previous speculation about Ian's altered magic. As long as Ian's magic is connected with the gods, it will be imbued with divine power.
"It's not necessarily a bad thing...after all, we now know the rules." Although Dumbledore didn't know the reason behind it, he understood a certain principle at this moment.
Such power may come with hidden costs, but if Ian can control this anomaly, it could be considered a unique and positive development.
"It seems your guess was indeed correct." Ian couldn't help but admire Dumbledore's wisdom once again. While it might be an exaggeration to say that he was perfect in his calculations, there were very few things that could make the old headmaster wrong.
"Ian, in any case, this can be considered a special form of controllable magic, which can be regarded as a special magic unique to you, just like the family bloodline that many wizards possess, which can give them an irreplaceable enhancement to certain aspects of their magic... Of course, I think your situation is much more exaggerated than those bloodline magics."
"The power of the gods has been bestowed upon him..." Dumbledore's expression was one of amazement. He looked at the young wizard with a very strange gaze, a mixture of confusion and intrigue.
Before the little wizard could even speak...
The great principal then spoke again.
"In normal times, if you want to avoid magical mutations, try to keep the framework of your magic simple enough. Most modern spells can help you maintain the stability of your magic."
Dumbledore's voice was calm as he offered advice to Ian. He certainly didn't want to see Ian cause such terrible damage in class again by using some kind of magic that triggered this incident.
In fact.
If Hogwarts didn't have the tradition of not graduating early, Dumbledore would have thought Ian could have easily applied for early graduation; such power was beyond even his own reach.
of course.
This was the situation he hoped to see. After all, the stronger the little wizard was, the greater the chance of his desired outcome. Such good news was enough to overwhelm his caution.
"Yes, I understand, Professor. Don't worry, I won't ruin my...our Hogwarts." Ian nodded seriously, understanding what the old headmaster meant.
He kept Dumbledore's words in mind.
"Um?"
Dumbledore noticed that Ian had suddenly changed his words for some reason, which puzzled him, but he didn't take it to heart.
"How do you feel when you're casting this spell?" Dumbledore asked softly. Every magical master has an irrepressible curiosity about unfamiliar territory.
"Um... am I maintaining this magical state?" Ian frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "It's somewhat different from normal spellcasting. I don't feel the will of the gods, but it seems that while maintaining the magical state, I can wield certain authority derived from the gods?"
Ian hesitated for a moment, seemingly searching for the right words, and his tone carried a hint of uncertainty, after all, he only had a vague intuition.
He vaguely sensed that he could imbue plants and animals in any area with the power of light.
"Is that so... the authority of the gods..." Dumbledore's eyes flickered, then he said in a deep voice, "There is still enough time, perhaps we can experiment with it."
He offered suggestions.
Ian raised his wand and pointed it at an oak tree not far away. The golden light that had filled the valley then seemed to branch out into a tiny stream and flow towards the tree.
It gently wrapped around the tree trunk.
In an instant.
The ordinary oak tree began to change—it took on a divine and awe-inspiring appearance, as if protected and blessed by some sacred power, radiating vitality, and golden patterns appeared on its bark. Each leaf became crystal clear, as if liquid sunlight was flowing inside.
"Something like bestowing a blessing...that's interesting."
Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand, clearly wanting to test it himself. As he cast the spell, a blazing flame erupted from the tip of the wand. The flame tumbled and leaped in the air, appearing as a long, winding ribbon, yet it still carried intense heat and destructive power.
Playing with fire.
This was one of Dumbledore's specialties.
The flames were faster than bullets, hurtling straight toward the tree shrouded in divine light. The moment they touched the tree, they produced a loud bang.
"Boom!"
The commotion was quite significant.
It was as if they were engaged in a fierce battle with the divine light on the tree.
however.
Surprisingly, when the flames touched the divine light on the trees, the terrifying flames seemed to be slowly worn away by an invisible force, accompanied by the fluctuations of the divine light.
No matter how fiercely the flames erupted, they could not penetrate the interior of the divine light, which is why the explosion occurred. As time passed, the power of the flames gradually diminished.
Finally, it vanished without a trace.
It did not cause any damage to the tree.
"What terrifying defensive power." Dumbledore, despite being mentally prepared, still couldn't help but exclaim after experiencing it closely.
To know.
Although the fire spell he just cast wasn't at his full power, it was still powerful enough to be difficult for most wizards to handle, yet the tree that Ian had casually "blessed" remained completely unharmed.
Can be imagined.
The power contained within that light is immense.
"This is really outrageous," Dumbledore thought to himself. Perhaps Ian was right; this really was the power of the sun god and the god of light.
Before us was Jormungandr, the world-devouring serpent from Norse mythology.
Now this power comes from ancient Greek mythology.
This seemingly unrelated situation, yet somehow brought together, truly baffled Dumbledore. He found it hard to imagine what kind of secret Ian might possess.
"The one and only in my destiny..."
Suddenly, Dumbledore muttered something out of the blue, and before the young wizard could ask in confusion, he looked thoughtfully at Ian.
"Ian, how many individuals can you apply this influence to at the same time?" He was curious whether there was a limit to the number of individuals who could receive such a blessing; if not, it would be truly outrageous.
"May I give it a try?"
Ian did not give a direct answer, but instead waved his wand again, preparing to explain with facts. The golden light spread rapidly in all directions like a tide.
It constantly branches out into tributaries.
It almost instantly covered the entire canyon.
Trees, flowers, and even small animals in the valley were all bathed in this golden light. Every individual imbued with this light began to radiate a sacred aura.
"Like holding a torch in winter." Dumbledore used the tip of his wand to pick up a curled maple leaf, the veins of which seemed to radiate heat.
Dumbledore looked around at the scene and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. It could be said that wherever the light touched, every blade of grass, every shrub, and every rock was imbued with divine power.
Even animals are the same.
They all received divine power from the sun god.
The antlers of twenty wild deer simultaneously shone with halos like miniature suns. The oldest male deer raised its forelegs, and the spring water gushing from its hoofprints carried a sweet, honey-like fragrance.
It's absolutely dreamlike.
The entire canyon seemed to have transformed into a mythical sacred site.
"Been briefly as a magical creature..." A look of astonishment flashed across Dumbledore's eyes, followed by a tremor. He felt as if he had glimpsed a mystery about the origin of magical creatures.
of course.
This discovery might shock the entire wizarding world, but for him, the shock was far less than what Ian had created—the countless creatures that had been "blessed" across the mountains and fields.
It's hard to imagine.
This is just an illumination spell.
"That's truly a terrifying power."
A simple Illumination Charm can create an invincible army... How to put it, just thinking about it is terrifying, even Dumbledore had to secretly rejoice.
Fortunately, this power was in the hands of a wizard with little ambition. If it had been in the hands of Voldemort or even Grindelwald, Dumbledore couldn't imagine what would have happened.
That would be a real revolution.
bloody.
He didn't even dare to imagine such a scene. Thank goodness, thank goodness, this power is only in Ian's hands, so it will probably only be used on the workers of the 997 black-hearted workshop?
Working from 9 a.m. to 9 a.m. the next day, then working non-stop... that sounds a bit scary, but it's still easier to accept than the war between wizards and Muggles.
"Um... Professor, look at my eyes, something feels off." Ian noticed the strange emotion in Dumbledore's gaze.
"It's nothing."
Dumbledore shook his head without changing his expression.
He looked again at the animals not far away, and saw a blessed rabbit leaping dozens of meters high, the power of its legs completely defying common sense.
Such a scene couldn't help but make the old principal feel a little itchy.
"To exert this influence on me. I want to experience it for myself." The old headmaster's tone carried a hint of anticipation as he voluntarily withdrew his own magical protection.
Are you sure?
Ian paused for a moment.
"Absolutely certain."
Dumbledore smiled.
Seeing this, Ian did not hesitate. He nodded, waved his wand lightly, and a golden light, even more solid than before, separated from the pillar of light that illuminated everything.
It was like a wave, engulfing Dumbledore completely.
"What a wonderful experience."
Dumbledore closed his eyes, carefully sensing this power. Instantly, he felt a powerful energy surging within him, as if his body was filled with boundless strength.
It felt as if countless tiny streams of light were flowing beneath the skin.
"That's amazing!"
In Ian's view, he saw Dumbledore's muscles begin to swell, his originally loose robes were stretched taut, and finally burst open with a "bang".
"Hiss~"
The young wizard couldn't help but gasp.
What is Gandalf?
Perhaps this is the real Gandalf!
Albus Dumbledore was transformed into a completely different character, a burly old man with ripped clothes! And without the pointed head, he was even more effective than the muscle-building potion invented by the raven that Ian had seen!
"The art style is like an old-school shonen anime!"
The young wizard couldn't help but marvel.
Before him stood a Dumbledore he had never seen before. The old headmaster's body appeared exceptionally robust in the golden light, his muscles so clearly defined that he didn't look like a centenarian.
Even more striking was the countless fine silver runes that appeared on his skin, like some kind of ancient seal—this was not the effect of the Illumination Charm on Dumbledore.
It's more like some secret of the old principal himself was triggered.
"This is?"
Ian's eyes widened as he asked curiously. He tried to decipher the runes on Dumbledore's body with common sense, but it was as if he were looking at a book of cryptic texts, which did not belong to any of the magical rune systems he knew.
Dumbledore looked down at his body, the emerging runes giving him a complex expression.
"Some protective measures from a long time ago."
The old headmaster gave a concise explanation, but did not go into the specifics. He stretched his muscular arms, and silver runes flowed around them.
"Protective measures?"
Ian could sense an astonishing surge of magical power within Dumbledore, at least three to five times stronger than usual. The silver runes were greedily absorbing the golden light.
They became brighter and brighter.
"Professor, how are you feeling?" Ian asked cautiously.
"It feels like I'm eighteen again. Yes, I was this strong when I was eighteen." Dumbledore made a rare joke, but at that moment, another unexpected event occurred.
A blinding black light suddenly shone from Dumbledore's chest.
next moment.
The old headmaster groaned, knelt on one knee, and his face contorted in pain.
"professor!"
Ian hurriedly withdrew his magic, and the golden light vanished instantly.
"fine."
Dumbledore stood up, panting. His robes had somehow returned to their original state. He pressed gently to his chest, where a strange scar was faintly visible—as if it had been left by some kind of sharp weapon.
"It seems some old injuries don't like this treatment method," the old headmaster said with a wry smile, his voice regaining its calmness. Before Ian could even ask, he spoke definitively.
"That's enough for today, Ian."
The old headmaster clearly didn't want Ian to ask any more questions.
"Yes, Professor."
Ian nodded knowingly.
but.
He still vividly recalled the black mark that had appeared on Dumbledore's chest.
It looks really familiar.
It looks a bit like... the shape of the Deathly Hallows overlapping each other?
(End of this chapter)