Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 860 - 243: Dumbledore’s Secret (2)

Ian hesitated, seemingly searching for suitable words, his tone carrying a sense of uncertainty, as he only had a vague intuition.

He vaguely felt that he could imbue the power of light onto plants and animals within any domain.

"Is that so... the divine authority..." Dumbledore’s eyes flickered briefly, and then he said in a deep voice, "There’s still plenty of time, perhaps we can experiment a bit."

He made a suggestion.

Ian raised his magic wand, pointing it at an oak tree not far away. Then, the golden hue that bathed the entire valley split off a small branch-like stream and surged toward the tree.

It softly enveloped the trunk.

In an instant.

The ordinary oak tree began to change—the tree presented a divine brilliance, as if shielded and enhanced by some sacred power, bursting with vitality, with golden lines emerging on its bark, and each leaf becoming crystal clear, as if liquid sunlight flowed within.

"Is it similar to a blessing... interesting."

Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand, clearly wanting to test it himself. As he cast a spell, a scorching flame erupted from the tip of the Elder Wand. The flame twisted and danced in the air, appearing as a long, winding shape, yet still carrying a fervent heat and destructive power.

Playing with fire.

This was Dumbledore’s expertise.

The flame sped faster than a bullet, rushing directly at the tree enveloped by divine light. It produced a fierce sound the moment it touched the tree.

"Boom!"

The commotion was substantial.

As if engaging in a fierce confrontation with the divine light on the tree.

However.

Surprisingly, when the flame touched the divine light on the tree, as the divine light fluctuated, the terrifying flame seemed to be slowly worn away by an invisible force.

No matter how the flame burst, it couldn’t penetrate the interior of the divine light, which is why the explosion occurred. As time passed, the flame’s power gradually diminished.

Finally fading away into nothingness.

It didn’t cause any harm to the tree.

"Such astonishing defense," Dumbledore, despite having prepared mentally, couldn’t help but marvel upon closer inspection.

Keep in mind.

Even though the Incendio wasn’t his full strength, its power was enough to overwhelm most wizards, yet the tree casually "blessed" by Ian remained unharmed.

It’s conceivable.

The power contained within the light is of immense magnitude.

It’s somewhat incredible—Dumbledore couldn’t help but exclaim inwardly, perhaps Ian was right, this power truly stems from the Sun God, the God of Light.

Previously, there was Jormungandr, the world-consuming serpent from Nordic Mythology.

Now this power comes from Ancient Greek Mythology.

Such seemingly unrelated yet converging instances left Dumbledore somewhat puzzled, hard to fathom what secrets lie within Ian.

"The destined singular..."

Suddenly, somewhat out of nowhere, Dumbledore murmured a phrase without a head or tail, leaving the little wizard puzzled before he glanced thoughtfully at Ian again.

"Ian, how many individuals can you simultaneously affect with this power?" He was curious whether this blessing had limitations on individuals, if not, it would truly be incredible.

"Can I try?"

Ian didn’t answer directly but once again waved his magic wand, ready to demonstrate with facts. The golden light quickly spread outward like a tide.

It constantly split into streams.

In an instant, it nearly covered the entire valley.

Whether it’s trees, flowers, or little animals in the valley, all were infused with this golden light. Every individual imbued with the light began to emit a sacred aura.

"Just like holding a torch in winter." Dumbledore used the tip of his wand to lift a curled maple leaf, the veins on the leaf continuously emitting heat.

As Dumbledore looked around the scene, he couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement. It’s safe to say, everywhere the light passed, every wild grass, every bush, every piece of rock was coated with sacred power.

Even animals were the same.

All received divine empowerment from the Sun God.

No less than twenty wild deer’s antlers simultaneously erupted with sun-like glowing halos. The oldest stag raised its forehoof, and the spring water flowing from its hoofprint carried a honey-like sweet fragrance.

Incredibly dreamy.

The entire valley seemed transformed into a mythical holy land.

"Briefly became a fantastic beast..." Dumbledore’s eyes flashed with a bit of astonishment, then he shook slightly, feeling like he glimpsed a secret regarding the origins of fantastic beasts.

Of course.

This could potentially be a discovery shocking to the entire Wizarding World, but to him, its impact pales in comparison to what Ian achieved—those living beings across the mountains received "blessings."

It’s hard to imagine.

This was just a Lighting Spell.

"What a truly terrifying power."

Just a simple Lighting Spell can create an unstoppable army... how to say it, even imagining it is unnerving, even Dumbledore had to secretly rejoice.

Fortunately, this power is in the hands of a wizard without much ambition, if it were in the hands of Voldemort, or Grindelwald, Dumbledore wouldn’t dare imagine what might happen.