Chapter 43: Light the Fire, Then Control and Guide It
"Let me show you..." Wizette drew his wand from his pocket and raised it slightly, the tip still pointing at the ground like holding a sword.
A cluster of silver-blue sparks erupted from the wand tip. The air filled with indescribable stillness, like the oppressive calm before a storm.
"Protego Diabolica..."
Wizette's incantation rose and fell rhythmically, unhurried. But the flames bursting from his wand tip were fierce, like wildfire sweeping across plains, rapidly spreading around him.
He turned slowly. The spreading flames showed bright blue, quickly forming a ring of fire that guarded him within.
Moisture in the air vanished instantly. Dryness and heat filled the entire room.
The next second, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. Only the lingering heat in the room told what had just occurred.
This magic Gellert Grindelwald left in "the Otherworld"—only after truly learning it could one understand its complexity.
Tracing its origins, Protego Diabolica was an extension of the Shield Charm but incorporated massive magical techniques: fire magic, Transfiguration, Legilimency...
Even extended fire magic further, giving Protego Diabolica Dark Magic effects that let it grow and strengthen by consuming surrounding life, like Fiendfyre.
If Wizette hadn't mastered fire magic and understood composite magic, he'd struggle to learn Protego Diabolica from that glimpse in "the Otherworld."
Even after learning this magic, casting and controlling it required considerable struggle and practice.
This deepened his understanding—only through constant study of magical knowledge and deep research into magical principles could he grow faster.
At least in this world of extraordinary power, magical knowledge could truly convert to strength.
As the firelight rapidly faded, McGonagall exhaled deeply. She adjusted her glasses and looked at Wizette's feet—no burn marks anywhere.
"Astonishing! I almost used Finite Incantatem... At least when the fire first started, stopping it wouldn't have been so difficult."
"Indeed!" Dumbledore smiled in agreement. "Wizette, you've mastered this magic now?"
"Preliminary mastery?" Wizette glanced around the office and gestured simply. "About this much space—I can control it."
"Very good! Lighting fire might be simple, but controlling or guiding it... that's not easy!" Dumbledore said with a smile.
"However, I must remind you... if you cast Protego Diabolica in a forest, you'd best be conservative... avoid accidents."
Watching that smiling expression, Wizette felt Dumbledore's words had deeper meaning.
Before Wizette could ask further, Dumbledore pulled the topic back to discuss the Animagus thesis.
"Minerva, I think Wizette's thesis needs no revisions. What do you say?"
"Of course!" McGonagall nodded in agreement. "The draft's issues are all corrected. We could even find an owl now and have it deliver the thesis to Transfiguration Today."
"I think there's no rush..." Dumbledore waved his hand. "Consider delaying a month... Perhaps by then someone will... promote it for us free of charge?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall... should I expand the content?" Wizette asked. "Add the second Animagus form content to the thesis?"
He looked at his notebook contents and mentally ran through the process. "If we delay a month, I think the timing should... barely work."
"The content is substantial enough!" McGonagall looked somewhat helpless. "You've been quite tired completing this thesis recently..."
"Relax a bit! I don't want Poppy and Filius running here in a few days to hold me accountable."
Hearing McGonagall's joke, Wizette smiled slightly. "Actually it's fine..."
"I also think it requires consideration..." Dumbledore murmured. "Content about the second form should serve a greater purpose... might attract some unexpected gains."
He stood up, stroking his beard while pacing. "Wizette, interested in the International Animagus Symposium?"
"International Animagus Symposium?" McGonagall thought briefly. "The timing seems right... this summer holiday."
Wizette asked curiously, "Will African wizards participate?"
"Of course they'll attend! They love this symposium." Dumbledore nodded. "Generally, African wizards are the symposium's stars."
"I'll definitely learn a lot!" Wizette nodded, feeling some anticipation. "What should I prepare?"
"Rest and recuperate, naturally." Dumbledore smiled. "As for the International Animagus Symposium, I'll handle it!"
"I might have some free time coming up, perfect for handling these matters... This is a rare opportunity, isn't it?"
Before leaving McGonagall's office, he obtained various materials about "the Otherworld" from Dumbledore, planning to read them as leisure material to broaden his knowledge.
On the way back to Ravenclaw common room, a house-elf suddenly appeared, holding a parchment envelope in one hand.
The house-elf ran quickly to Wizette and bowed sharply. "This is a letter my master asked me to deliver to you!"
"A letter for me?" Wizette took the letter. The sender was Lucius Malfoy.
[Your loyal Lucius Malfoy]
[My master, someone impersonating your name wants to invite me to join a team impeaching Albus Dumbledore. What should I do? I await your instructions!]
Seeing the letter's content, combined with Dumbledore's words, Wizette understood—Tom Riddle's next move was beginning!
Since Lucius Malfoy only sent the letter now, Tom Riddle's group didn't consider Lucius one of their own.
They contacted Lucius probably because of his school governor status.
He's willing to trust me... That's a fire I lit... Naturally I must guide it.
Wizette looked at the trembling house-elf and had an idea.
"Tell him this—ally with a group destined to fail?"
The more left unsaid, the better the effect.
"Understood! Understood!" The house-elf nodded repeatedly. As the words fell, it vanished from before Wizette.
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