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"It seems our dear Professor Quirrell will need at least ten minutes?"
Dumbledore was smiling.
Sean didn't answer, but whispered again:
"Please, Professor. No matter what happens, try your best to destroy the Resurrection Stone."
"Your will be done..."
Quirrell watched with trembling anxiety as a ring appeared out of thin air behind him—Pukwudgie the butler, bow and arrow drawn, also lifted his chin and nodded at him.
Clearly, Will had quietly summoned the ring from the Book of Wizards.
"But, but..."
Pausing for a second, Quirrell looked at the two beside him and couldn't help but speak up.
Pukwudgies possessed mysterious magic, and the goblin race was indeed stronger than a first-year wizard.
But against a powerful individual among wizards, a goblin was obviously not enough.
And right now, standing between them was a first-year wizard, who was even less capable than the Pukwudgie.
"M-Maybe you should let me..."
Quirrell stammered.
Sean shook his head.
If it were Professor Quirrell, this might not be a practical lesson anymore.
So, the Fiendfyre rose, and Dumbledore narrowed his eyes even more.
Sean hooked his finger, bent slightly at the waist, and extended his wand forward:
Name: Sean Green
Transfiguration Talent: Purple (Transfiguration Master title applied). Note: Average wizard is Green.
Transfiguration Categories:
Magical Transfiguration: Journeyman (170/3000)
Physical Transfiguration: Journeyman (150/3000)
Soul Transfiguration: Journeyman (1500/3000)
Evaluation: A wizard who has reached the Master level in the field of Transfiguration, possessing the combat power of a qualified Transfiguration Master. An undisputed standout in the wizarding world.
Yes, when all his Transfiguration skills reached the Journeyman level, Sean's combat evaluation system underwent another change.
But that wasn't enough...
Name: Sean Green
Dark Arts Talent: Gold (Saint of Dark Arts title applied). Note: Average wizard is Green.
Impediment Jinx: Master (1700/?)
Full Body-Bind Curse: Master (1100/?)
Sectumsempra: Master (2300/?)
Reductor Curse: Master (100/?)
...
Evaluation: You are a rare genius in the history of the Dark Arts. The Dark Arts actively embrace you; you are a natural-born King of the Dark Arts.
He was only two spells away from reaching Master level in the Dark Arts, and in actual combat, the Dark Arts and Transfiguration were undoubtedly practical magics.
Nighttime, on a narrow path with tall, dense hedges on both sides.
The dirt road was winding, uneven, and full of loose stones, sloping steeply downward like all the paths here, leading to a small, pitch-black forest below.
Sean's pupils transformed into vertical slits, his green eyes holding a faint look of high spirits.
Dumbledore seemed to enjoy seeing this scene. He raised his wand, held it close to his waist, and bowed slightly.
With that, both completed the pre-duel etiquette.
"Dragon's Wing Flap!"
Sean chanted in a low voice.
A fire dragon suddenly descended into the gloomy forest, igniting all the withered branches.
It opened its mouth made of flames, and its roar made Dumbledore smile slightly.
"A delightful exploration. You've read my notes?"
Dumbledore raised his hand, and the fire dragon vanished without a trace before anyone knew it.
"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore, some insignificant explorations."
Sean realized that was the counter-spell to Transfiguration—Reparifarge. Even though he had applied multiple layers of Transfiguration to the fire dragon, it still couldn't stop Headmaster Dumbledore.
The gap between him and Headmaster Dumbledore was still too great.
Difficult, still difficult... Facing Headmaster Dumbledore, even under the guise of a practical lesson, Sean only had one chance to make a move.
"Please be careful, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Sean said abruptly.
All along, he had been afraid of magical outbursts, of losing control of his magic. All his Transfiguration was built upon the knowledge system accumulated and created by wizards over thousands of years.
But stability didn't mean strength.
"Piertotum Locomotor!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Sean didn't hesitate. His spell combination technique allowed him to use two spells in an instant.
But he wasn't done yet. At the same time, he threw out a sphere.
It was a portable Anti-Apparition ward, engraved with the Anti-Apparition Charm, capable of blocking a wizard from Apparating for a certain amount of time.
Sean knew that the more powerful the wizard he faced, the shorter the duration of the ward.
Therefore, he only gave himself one minute.
"Interesting creation, nice dueling skills."
Dumbledore waved his wand lightly.
Conjuring a shiny silver shield out of thin air to block.
Sean didn't know what spell that was, but his curses didn't cause any damage to the silver shield. A deep, gong-like vibration emitted from the shield—a strange sound that was chilling.
Dumbledore looked at the stone statues running towards him, and then at the pale-faced young wizard with cold, vertical pupils.
He told me to be careful...
Thinking of this, Dumbledore's mood became even more cheerful for a moment.
When the running stone statues were easily shattered by Dumbledore, Sean still held his wand calmly.
He seemed motionless, but his robes were billowing inexplicably.
Professor Quirrell could hardly stop Headmaster Dumbledore, and Will would be taken out by the Headmaster in an instant.
In fact, in his plan, it was always him who had to complete this difficult task.
This task was certainly difficult. His old senior, Tom, hadn't been able to accomplish it—neither as Tom Riddle nor as Voldemort.
In the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, Voldemort was also the first to flee.
But there was still a turning point in this task.
The turning point lay in the fact that Sean had absolutely no idea how strong he really was.
In other words, he had never released his magic at one hundred percent.
Wizard magic has always followed a simple rule.
Magical Theory stated frankly:
When you have mastered a spell, to truly unleash its maximum power, you also need sufficient mental strength.
Mental strength here included emotions and the wizard's level of willpower.
Sean rarely showed his emotions; he usually didn't use emotions to drive his magic.
But now he needed to.
He thought of that gray-and-white photo, he thought of the warm candlelight in the Hogwarts Great Hall, he thought of an old man's stumbling, hardship-filled destiny.
Losing his mother in childhood, losing his love in youth, and spending his days powerlessly burdened with guilt and regret for causing the death of his own family member.
Now, he wanted to stop him.
"Vine Stone Guardian!"
Sean chanted.
The entire valley trembled, and terrible gullies cracked open on the ground where the hedges stood.
The rumbling noise startled flock after flock of sparrows.
For the first time, Dumbledore was surprised.
In front of him, a giant hand made of vines and mountain rocks firmly gripped him, isolating him from the entire world.