novelraw Chapter 647 182: Fierce Battle with Dumbledore! (Part 3)
Chapter 647 182: Fierce Battle with Dumbledore! (Part 3)
Indeed, it was two Magic Spells colliding.
Amidst the surge of red light.
The other Magic Spell hidden in the air also revealed its color. Red light collided with each other, sparking dazzling fireworks, like two meteors crashing violently in the sky.
The air was filled with intense Magic Fluctuation, even the surrounding air trembled, small sand gently quivered on the ground, as if even the earth was shivering for this magical duel.
"You are truly cunning."
The young Albus Dumbledore cheerfully stared at Ian, who had revealed himself. And the ignored Ian simultaneously transformed into a dissipating cloud.
"Hiss, it's the first time someone has seen through my trick." Ian maintained his Magic Power output, the light of his Disarming Spell began to press towards the young Albus Dumbledore.
The current old headmaster.
Clearly hasn't reached the Human World's limit of Magic Power.
In this regard.
The Little Wizard holds a colossal advantage.
However.
The young Albus Dumbledore wasn't worried about this, seeing Ian's Disarming Spell coming at him, he merely swung his arm sharply, diverting the Magic elsewhere.
"Boom!"
A large area of the audience stand was affected, suddenly exploding. Fortunately, there were no spectators, or they would have been turned into a rain of stone debris alongside those stone stands.
"If you treat me like those commonplace mortals you've encountered, I think you'll lose very badly." The young Albus Dumbledore's Spellcasting speed was extremely fast.
Almost instantly after diverting Ian's magic elsewhere, he launched another spell, a surge of red flames rose skyward in Silent Spellcasting like a giant wave pressing towards Ian.
"Fiery Sun Expedition!"
Ian did not back down either, although he was cunning, when it came to a real fight, perhaps there was some pride from within, choosing to face-off in the same kind of Magic as the young Albus Dumbledore.
The flames intertwined and collided in the air, producing deafening roars and crackles, like two furious Powers of Nature contending with each other.
They danced, blossomed in the air, like a grand fireworks display. Heat waves rolled, even the air seemed ignited, becoming scorching and distorted.
The stone walls around the arena appeared particularly solid and stern under the reflection of the flames.
"Such immense Magic Power... sends chills down one's spine. Even now, my power is not as naturally endowed as yours, so... please respond seriously to me."
As the two flames tore and devoured each other, gradually revealing the outcome. Yet, after Albus Dumbledore's flames were flushed and consumed.
The distinguished young man's voice remained unchanged, as he calmly walked out of the fiery sea created by Ian, unscathed, holding his Magic Wand like a leisurely stroll.
His eyes flickered.
In the firelight like a flatboat.
Seemingly on the verge of tipping.
Yet still steadfastly resisting the invasion of flames.
"My junior, no, let me think, perhaps I should call you, my apprentice from the future... Are you a successful Obscurial who broke free from destiny?"
No statement goes unfounded.
The moment he asked this question.
The young Albus Dumbledore's expression became noticeably more serious.
His eyes were intensely staring at the Little Wizard. Not surprising he misunderstood in this way, after all, being a Wizard whose Magic Power exceeded the norm from a young age, the young Albus Dumbledore naturally found it hard to believe that a normal Little Wizard at Ian's age could possess much more profound magic than him.
Fighting with Ian.
Feeling the terrifying Magic Power in Ian.
The young Albus Dumbledore clearly sensed the difference akin to a lake and sea. However, he didn't care about this; he didn't even care about the traces in Ian's magic.
At this moment.
He was only concerned whether Ian's abnormal Magic Power was as he guessed.
Was a thread... of hope he could see.