Whirlwind Swirl!"
While Karl Olonlin manipulated the Gubraithian Fire to incinerate the Acromantula, he didn't forget to summon strong winds with his spells.
For a time, the fire gained power from the wind, and the wind fueled the fire, transforming the entire battlefield into a raging sea of flames.
Countless phoenixes danced gracefully in the blazing fire, pouncing on the Acromantula to burn them to death, then being reborn from the ashes.
Facing such terrifying and deadly danger, the previously berserk spider horde quickly cleared their eyes, and their former fierce and brutal aura completely vanished.
If it were magical plants, stone statues, or lion prides, they could still pounce on them and tear them apart.
But the spider horde was helpless against the flames; they were burned to death upon contact, and the terrifying high temperature brought endless pain. Hearing their kin's mournful screams and seeing the charred remains, all Acromantula desperately fled.
However, they soon realized what despair meant, because apart from the Forbidden Forest direction, the other three sides of the battlefield were covered in a sea of fire, and dozens of raging Dragon twisters appeared, encircling them with the force of boiling rivers and seas.
At this point, the Acromantula no longer cared about the Basilisk's threat and quickly changed direction, frantically fleeing back the way they came.
After all, it was uncertain whether their natural enemy, the Basilisk, could kill them all, but this boundless white flame definitely could.
Milo, the cat-leopard, pushed with all his might, claws digging into the ground, finally stopping before crashing into the sea of fire, leaving long, deep brake marks on the ground like trenches.
"Roar?!"
Is Karl Olonlin that powerful? Are we sure we're supposed to be rescuing him?
If this cat hadn't reacted quickly! I almost rushed in and ended up like the Acromantula!
Milo hurriedly backed up a few steps, licking the fur on his chest with a pained expression.
Ugh—it's all scorched!
It seems I need to be obedient and well-behaved when facing Karl Olonlin in the future, otherwise, if he sets a fire, this little cat can't handle it.
"Oh! Merlin above! Has Karl Olonlin's strength reached such a level? What terrifying fire talent this is!"
Feeling the scorching heat emanating from the sea of fire, Professor Flitwick felt as if he were dreaming.
Summoning flames of such a scale was already absurd enough, not to mention being able to manipulate them with such ease.
Look at the countless lifelike fire phoenixes in the sea of fire, and the dozens of Dragon twisters chasing the Acromantula.
Professor Flitwick shook his head vigorously, kicking Karl Olonlin out of the ranks of young Wizards.
This boy is not right! He might just be one of those legendary freaks that appear only once every few thousand years!
"This is Gubraithian Fire. It seems Headmaster Dumbledore is very optimistic about Karl Olonlin's future."
"Milo! Let's go after him! We can't let Karl Olonlin face the Basilisk and the Dark Wizard alone!"
"Meow?" Milo turned to Professor Flitwick in shock. Are you serious, you guy?
This cat hasn't lived enough! This cat doesn't want to go!
Professor Flitwick chuckled, raising his wand and waving it above his head, "Finite Incantatem! Protect my body!"
A bright yellow light formed a sphere, enveloping him and the cat-leopard. "Let's go! There's no need to be afraid now!"
Milo extended a front paw and touched the light sphere, then cautiously approached the flames.
After realizing he wouldn't be burned, his eyes immediately lit up, and he quickly rushed into the sea of fire, chasing after the 'boar rider' Karl Olonlin.
By this time, Karl Olonlin had burned through more than half of the spider horde; except for a few Acromantulapositioned at the back and those that ran fast, the rest had all turned to ash in the sea of fire.
The Dragon twisters converged behind him, merging into a colossal, sky-reaching pillar of fire with an astonishing diameter, causing the strong winds to howl and reverberate.
The Acromantula he was chasing fled in disarray, colliding with the Acromantula being forced to charge by the Basilisk.
Both sides wanted to escape the danger, and in their refusal to yield, they formed an ever-expanding pile of spiders.
"Perfect, take my Fiery Inferno."
As Karl Olonlin flicked his wand, the sky-reaching pillar of fire rapidly moved to the front of the spider pile and exploded with a roar.
"Boom!"
A colossal explosion echoed across the night sky, even causing Hogwarts in the distance to shake again, illuminated by the white flames in the sky.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout had just led the young Wizards in eliminating the remaining Acromantula behind the sea of fire when they were stunned by this sight.
They looked at each other, their expressions a mix of shock, confusion, bewilderment—and a strange sense of satisfaction.
"Minerva, tell me honestly, where did you pick up this child?"
"The Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance picked him up. If I had this ability, Hogwarts would have been ranked first long ago."
"Are you still calling Karl Olonlin a little scoundrel?"
Professor McGonagall, still fuming, began grinding her teeth in anger after Professor Sprout's reminder.
"I'll settle accounts with that little scoundrel after this is over! That brat is too audacious!"
When she saw the cat-boy rush into the spider horde, her heart stopped for a few beats, and her back was still covered in cold sweat.
"He is indeed audacious, but with Karl Olonlin's strength, it can't be considered reckless."
Professor Sprout said with some regret, "It's a pity the Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for almost two hundred years; otherwise, with Karl Olonlin, we would definitely win twice for sure."
"Triwizard Tournament?"
Professor McGonagall caressed the wand in her hand, suddenly having a premonition that this magiccompetition might resume soon.
Although the competition was extremely dangerous, she looked towards the Forbidden Forest.
White flames floated in the sky, and groups of phoenixes soared and danced among the clusters of fire.
And Karl Olonlin stood on the scorched earth, with the strong winds howling and making his flame cloak sway wildly.
Now it seemed, perhaps nothing was more dangerous than the cat-boy.
"That brat, he's quite good at showing off and being cool."
Professor McGonagall looked back at Tonks; the girl already had her hands clasped tightly to her chest, her large eyes full of stars.
She wasn't the only one enchanted; all the young Wizards present were too.
All of them looked at Karl Olonlin with shocked faces and fervent eyes, with a sense of déjà vu, as if thinking, "Alas, a true Wizard should be like this."
Charlie Weasley jumped up excitedly, "Karl Olonlin! My brothers George and Fred's friend! Actually, my relationship with him is also quite—ouch!"
Tonks used her old trick, smiling mischievously as she stepped on him hard again.
Judy led the little Hufflepuff students in cheering: "Go Karl Olonlin! Great Hufflepuff! Great Hogwarts!"
The young Wizards, conquered by Karl Olonlin's powerful strength, also joined in, whether from Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, or Slytherin, at this moment, they were all cheering for Hogwarts.
Charlie, wincing in pain, glared at Tonks, "This is the second time! I challenge you to a duel!"
Tonks chuckled, "I'm very sorry, I refuse your duel invitation. You can talk to my junior about it."
Charlie: (
Looking at Tonks, who was borrowing Karl Olonlin's prestige, he had countless curses he wanted to shout out.
What? I go duel Karl Olonlin?
Skip the cremation and go straight into the box?