The sea of fire churned.
The air was filled with the scent of scorching and burning.
The entire dueling arena seed to have been engulfed by the fierce flas. Yet, even so, the young Albus Dumbledore remained unhard, steadily advancing toward Ian.
No matter how Ian manipulated the flas to dance, as they approached this exceptional young man, the flas veered off course as if disrupted by so interference.
"Are you an Obscurial who has successfully escaped fate?" As if fearing Ian couldn't hear clearly amid the commotion, the young Albus Dumbledore asked again.
His voice carried a familiar sense of intensity.
"I'm afraid you will be disappointed. My magic power is innate; I have never been an Obscurial." Ian was sowhat astonished by the words of the young Albus Dumbledore.
Indeed.
It was that initial line that seed to have penetrated his origins. Although slightly mistaken, it was evident the young Albus Dumbledore had discerned Ian did not belong to this ti.
"Is that so..."
Upon hearing Ian's response.
The young Albus Dumbledore's eyes dimd slightly. Nevertheless, he maintained his pace, inching closer to Ian.
Regardless of how fierce the sea of fire was.
He continued to traverse it with ease.
"Did you see so trace of it in my magic?" Ian recalled the words Teacher Morgan had once stated, and he dared not refer to the young Albus Dumbledore as "you." After all, this encounter today might linger in the mind of the older version of Albus Dumbledore in the future.
Of course, considering the rules of ti Ian had understood, it was possible that the old headmaster always rembered, which was a slightly unnerving thought.
"Yes, traces, it seems your understanding of magic is very profound. It's hard to imagine I would et a younger person as remarkable as you at my age."
"Perhaps, this can also serve as so motivation for ." Amid the blazing flas, the young Albus Dumbledore appeared exceptionally prominent.
He continued to approach Ian.
This was clearly not without reason.
Feeling a certain crisis, Ian imdiately waved his magic wand again.
"Resist Fire Ring!"
As a wizard, one must certainly have so ans to prevent others from getting too close. With Ian's magic power surging, a ring of fire suddenly rose up, centered around Ian.
It was like a ring encircling Ian, and with Ian's will guiding it, it began to expand rapidly, surging outward in all directions as if to overturn everything around.
"You have quite a few self-created spells, but... they don't hold much aning." Facing the fiercely approaching ring of fire, the young Albus Dumbledore continued to use mysterious magic to interfere with the flas.
However.
This ti, just as the flas were deflected, he suddenly waved his wand. In an instant, he took control of this not-so-vast fla.
In this dashing young man's wand, the fla transitioned in the blink of an eye, transforming from a flat fla into a whip-like chain.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~"
Dumbledore manipulated the fiery chain as if commanding an invisible army.
With a gentle wave of his wand, the chain traced a graceful arc in the air, soaring toward Ian amidst the roaring sound and fiery waves, with great montum.
"This technique seems familiar." Ian noted, a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't retreat; instead, he quickly raised his wand to prepare for the counterattack.
However, the speed of the fiery chain was beyond imagination. It instantly wrapped around Ian's body, binding him tightly. The flas burned fiercely, as if to devour everything, but surprisingly, they didn't harm Ian's skin; they only singed his clothes, emitting a "sizzling" sound.
Ian's clothes quickly turned charred black.
Constantly falling off.
The little wizard's wand dropped directly to the ground.
"Hiss, my clothes are almost gone. Do you have a pedophilia issue?" He could only scream at the top of his lungs, and oddly enough, the effect of his shout was indeed more instantaneous than magic.
"Galloping!"
Perhaps those three words might not get an ex-husband to willingly leave with nothing like on a viral platform, but they certainly stopped the fiery chain controlled by the young Albus Dumbledore in its tracks.
The chain, the fire, although still present, they no longer burned the little wizard's robes imdiately. The young Albus Dumbledore even raised his hand to repair the parts of Ian's clothes that had been burned.
"..."
The expression on his face was incredibly speechless.
"I won."
Exhaling a sigh, the younger version of Albus Dumbledore said softly.
"Really? I don't believe it."
Wrapped like a cocoon, the little wizard seed to stubbornly insist. He squeezed his tightly bound hand, and the Elder Wand that had fallen flew back into his hand.
Surging magic power began to flow once more.
Only.
This ti, the young Albus Dumbledore chose to ignore it.
"Letting
get here ans I've won." He directly plunged his wand into the ground, and the next mont, the ground began to tremble violently, as if stirred by an invisible force.
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