Chapter 439: Legend vs. Century King
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Just how wide was the gap between a Legendary and a Century King?
Grindelwald wasn’t really qualified to answer that. Even among Century Kings, his strength didn’t place him at the very top.
But Andros absolutely was.
The difference wasn’t like that between a student and an adult wizard, or even an elite Auror. Those gaps could be overturned with ambushes or sheer numbers.
Legendary wizards were terrifying for a far more fundamental reason: their understanding of the essence of magic itself. They had long since moved past chanting spells and formal casting, and instead grasped the structure of the magic and the way its rules operated.
In front of them, the will-based amplification magic used by Century Kings looked childish. With ease, Legendary wizards could erase those buffs, turning once-ferocious spells into tame kittens before casually dispersing them.
And yet, today, that ironclad rule seemed to have failed.
Facing Tom’s attack that literally made the world change color, Ravenclaw grew serious for once.
For the first time, she drew her wand, the only thing she had brought with her besides her clothes.
But it wasn’t a wand at all. It was a book.
Well... who said a wand had to be a stick?
Ravenclaw transformed her wand into a book, one that embodied all her wisdom and life’s work.
Countless spells burst from its pages. Some shot straight toward Tom, others soared into the sky and churned the winds and clouds. The battlefield rapidly expanded, and before anyone realized it, the arena had been reduced to ruins.
Grindelwald and the others retreated again and again.
Flickering, distorted light engulfed the battlefield, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.
Finally, after a full fifteen minutes.
The light dimmed. The storm faded.
Tom lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. Ravenclaw, on the other hand, lounged leisurely on a recliner, looking utterly relaxed. The difference seemed overwhelming. Her only sign of damage was a slightly dirtied hem.
Only Tom knew that moments earlier, that same outfit had been shredded into strips, revealing a rather generous glimpse.
"Rowena, next time I’ll definitely win," Tom shouted stubbornly from the ground, trash-talking in front of everyone despite his position.
Ravenclaw ignored him and instead focused on the staff in his hand.
"Where did that thing come from?"
She could tell that her hard-fought victory today wasn’t because Tom had suddenly grown that much stronger. It was entirely because of the staff. The power of the spells it produced was wildly unstable, making them a nightmare to deal with.
Sometimes she’d brace herself only to be met with a harmless breeze. Other times, the moment she relaxed, a sudden eruption would catch her completely off guard.
"My future self sent it back. He became a god and glitched the gacha," Tom said with a straight face.
Ravenclaw rolled her eyes, speechless. And yet, deep down, she felt a flicker of doubt.
Could it really be real?
If anyone else had said it, she’d have dismissed it as nonsense. But Tom had done so many unbelievable things already that even something this absurd happening to him somehow felt... plausible.
The others quickly understood why Tom had been so cocky today. Their gazes all fell on Hakuna Matata, but no matter how long they stared, they couldn’t see anything particularly special about it.
A wand that could trouble a Legendary Wizard? Not even the Elder Wand could pull that off.
Tom had no intention of explaining. With a quick kip-up, he sprang to his feet. A casual wave of his hand restored the arena from rubble to pristine condition. He tossed one last threatening remark at Ravenclaw, then grabbed Jeanne and Ariana by the hands and slipped away.
Grindelwald and Andros exchanged looks.
"Lady Ravenclaw," Grindelwald asked politely, "is that wand really that powerful?"
Ravenclaw thought for a moment, then nodded, and shook her head. "It’s not a matter of power... I can’t quite put it into words. Tom’s magic undergoes a transformation just by passing through it. I’d guess that if you wielded it, you might beat Andros."
Grindelwald’s expression changed instantly, his eyes blazing with excitement.
That strong?
If it might beat Andros, wouldn’t that mean a guaranteed win against Dumbledore?
His thoughts immediately started racing. It wasn’t greed for the treasure. He just wanted to borrow it to suppress Dumbledore and give him a proper beating.
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Over the next few days, Tom worked hard to adapt to the changes brought by his new staff.
His biggest achievement was learning to control the random amplification. It no longer triggered during routine practice. He’d successfully turned a passive effect into something he could activate at will.
Next came the effects of boosted luck. These past few days, he finally looked like a true chosen one. He’d find money just lying on the road. After subscribing to the Daily Prophet
, he won the "lucky reader" prize three times in a row, earning three years of free newspapers. He even pulled several rare Chocolate Frog cards in succession and casually gave them to Zabini, who collected them.
"Can this luck boost affect the Gacha too?"
The thought flashed through Tom’s mind, but unfortunately, he didn’t have any draw chances left to test it.
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Friday evening, after classes, Tom quietly slipped out of school with Astoria and headed to Nicolas’s house.
"Hello, Grandpa Nicolas. Hello, Grandma Perenelle."
Astoria’s well-mannered greeting brought warm smiles to the elderly couple. They nodded at her, and a house-elf immediately served exquisite tea and pastries.
Tom didn’t get the same treatment. The old man didn’t even look at him.
Tom didn’t care. He plopped himself down beside Madame Perenelle and chatted with her, quickly making her laugh so hard she could barely stop.
When it came to "charming women
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