Previously, the more powerful the spell, the better.
"After all, this would prove the wizard's superb magical power. Secondly, it would sober up those foolish Muggle at the time and prevent them from making stupid mistakes and targeting the wizard."
"Smachlin of the Expelliarmus changed the course of spell development."
"The wizards discovered that they could conduct their duels in a more discreet way, without making a mess of the surrounding area."
Upon hearing this, Basil raised a question at the opportune moment, "From my observation, some students' magic power doesn't even meet the minimum requirements for [Armor Charm]."
How did ancient magic, which requires even higher magical power, become popular?
Flume: "A wizard's magic is not a consumable. The level of their magic only determines the value they can output at a given moment."
"That's why a lousy wizard who can't even cast Shield Charm was able to create natural disasters through ancient magic in the past."
"It's because we used a building block model. If we compare a natural disaster to a building model..."
"Every syllable of the long incantations of ancient magic is a command to create each of the building blocks that make it up."
"Under such circumstances, even Squib that can barely cast the Lumos can become a formidable wizard as long as it can recite the incantation in one breath and maintain its power."
"The advantage of a high-magic wizard is that they can create a Stormfront of the same size. A low-magic wizard might need ten minutes to chant the spell and maintain the spell. But a high-magic wizard, because their 'building blocks' are larger, only needs to spend a shorter time, such as one minute."
"After all I've said, you should understand why ancient magic has been replaced by modern magic."
Ariana raised her hand. "Because modern magic spells are shorter!"
Flume shook his head. "That's one reason too, and what else?"
Phoebe tentatively asked, "Is it more difficult? Maintaining continuous spellcasting is very tiring."
Flume, "Anything else?"
Basil: "The various national Ministry of Magic, and even the wizards themselves at the time, all contributed to this. Before modern magic became popular, every wizard had the potential to become a scourge. Even Squib."
"Who knows if you've accidentally offended some petty wizard."
"It could cause you and your entire house to be blown away by the wind while you're sleeping, and you might accidentally die."
"In such circumstances, every wizard is a hunter in the dark forest, afraid of making a sound."
"But wizards are also human beings; they can be lonely and crave social interaction with their own kind. Once they discovered that they could teach a lesson to their fellow human beings without making such a big fuss, Ancient Magic was naturally hidden away, becoming something to be kept secret."
Flume clapped. "You're absolutely right. Especially the dark forest analogy."
"In that era, wizards often lived in seclusion."
"The Ministry of Magic has very little power; it merely holds a nominal position."
"But in contrast, ancient magic flourished immensely."
"At that time, we divided beginners, that is, 11-year-old wizards, into 1 to 7 energy levels based on their magical power."
"Back then, Squib were also wizards. But now wizards of level 1 or 2 are being called Squib."
Basil thought of Harry and asked, "Aren't there any junior wizards above level 7?"
Flume shook his head. "Seven is the most magical number."
Basil gasped. Among the 11-year-old wizards, he and Neville both had a magic scale of 7. Harry's was 10.
Harry can be understood as a fragment of Voldemort's Soul Fragment.
But Neville and him. He had never thought it was anything special before.
Flume continued, "I've investigated you; your birthday is July 1st."
"Although you are not officially 11 years old yet, you have studied magic and directly trained your magic power. It is possible that your magic power level exceeds 7 at the age of nearly 12."
"Not to mention you're Archmage."
"The magic I'm going to teach you today requires an energy level of 10."
"This is a number that some wizards could never reach in their entire lives. But you should have no problem."
Basil thought of Hagrid's 7, and after a brief moment of silence, Basil, "What's the name of this magic? What's your current energy level?"
Flume: "Lightning Storm. A composite ancient spell. It was born from my lover's storm spell that blew away all the contestants, combined with the spell that the Animagus created to produce thunder and rain. The requirements are very high."
"If it's a wizard with an energy level of 1, it will take at least 600 repetitions (waiting). That means it will take 10 minutes."
Basil frowned. "What language is this?"
Flume: "A dying language. Now only I, Perenelle, and Albus. The word means 'wait.' Its function is to suggest that it constantly outputs magic, allowing magical phenomena in the space between birth and non-birth to steadily accumulate energy, awaiting your command."
"Alright, I will now recite the incantation. (Wind,) (Hear my command). (Bring forth thunder, wind, and Wind and Rain to crush my enemies). (But please wait to gather your strength), (Wait), (Wait), (Wait), (Wait), (Alright, now's the time)!"
"You wrote it down, didn't you?"
Basil nodded.
Flume smiled with satisfaction, "Now repeat it, remember the rise and fall of my tone, and add the gestures."
"At the beginning, hold your wand high in the sky." Flume swiftly drew his wand and held it straight above his head. It was somewhat like Tiga raising his transformation device high during his transformation.
"When you say '(But wait to gather your power)', put your wand back so that the tip just covers your forehead. Then just keep repeating '(Wait)'."
"When it's time to say (Okay, now), raise the wand to the sky again."
After demonstrating the movements, Flume gestured to Basil with his eyes to begin.
Basil nodded, raising his wand above his head. "I'll give it a try."
Flume and Dumbledore were shocked.
They thought Basil would have to try a few more times.
But the instant the incantation flowed from his mouth, they could feel a surge of magical energy gathering above them.
The wind began to howl, the sky darkened, then a clap of thunder sounded, and water vapor began to condense.
As the words were recited, "(Please bring thunder, Wind and Rain and rain to crush my enemies)," whirlwinds, leaden clouds, and thunderstorms nearly took shape.
Flume and Dumbledore exchanged a look, their eyes filled with surprise.
His energy level is definitely not just 10!
Flume quickly interrupted, "Quick! No need to read anymore, just skip to the end—(Okay, now)! Keep the gestures the same!"
"(Alright, now's the time!)" Basil raised his wand and shouted.
Whoosh!
Centered on him, a tornado rose from the ground and headed toward the green horizon.
Rumble!
Thunder snakes coiled within the leaden clouds, seemingly poised to devour anyone, but under his control, they merely brought occasional bursts of light into the darkness beneath the clouds.
Drizzle!
The cold rain lashed down on the grass and on Basil and his men.
"Wonderful, truly wonderful!" Flume ignored the cold rain. "Even ignoring the high quality of your Archmage's magic, your magic level is at least 15! Didn't you ask me about my level before? 20 is my number."
With the bonus number of 22, Basil's score is 20?!!! Without the [Grimoire] bonus, I only have 11. Typical Nick Flume!
"And what about you, brother?" Ariana asked curiously. Having joined the club, she could see her stats; her magic power was 13.
"Me?" Dumbledore shook his head. "The quality of magic of Archmage is different from that of an ordinary wizard. It's impossible to fathom. If we were to convert it, my number would probably be 30."
"But I am no match for Nick. Alchemical artifacts are sometimes a part of strength."
As he said this, Dumbledore tightened his grip on the wand in his pocket.
Basil narrowed his eyes. "Wow, Flume didn't know he had the Elder Wand?"
He couldn't help but think of another wizard who possessed the Deathly Hallows — Voldemort.
——
"So, this stone is the Resurrection Stone?" a face formed from black mist boomed. "How did you know?"
The dead man crawling before him was not Lucius Malfoy.
He was a young wizard.
Even through the blurry outline, one could clearly see the baby fat and youthful features.
It was clear that he was a dead man. An unknown dead man who had died at the hands of Voldemort.
Voldemort discovered that he could only summon wizards he had personally killed.
In order to find out the origin of this stone, he summoned countless dead people.
And today, I learned this from a fifteen-year-old wizard who hadn't even grown a full head of hair yet.
This surprised him greatly.
The unknown little wizard replied, "The Tales of Beedle the Bard."
Voldemort: "And this book, the Tales of Beedle the Bard, I've never even heard of it!"
An unknown little wizard. "It's a fairy tale. The old stories that children hear are said to have been written by Beedle, such as 'The Fountain of Fair Fortune'... 'Babbitty the Rabbit and Her Froggy Tree Stump', and 'The Tale of the Three Brothers'. The Resurrection Stone comes from 'The Tale of the Three Brothers'."
Voldemort: There's something real in fairy tales? Damn! I've missed so much!
He pretended to be calm. "Then read it to me."
The unknown little wizard. "Yes."
Once upon a time, there were three brothers traveling along a secluded, winding path.
As dusk approached, they walked until they came to a river. The water was too deep to wade across, and swimming across would be too dangerous.
However, the three brothers were skilled in magic, and with a wave of their wands, a bridge appeared over the treacherous waters.
However, Death searched for the third brother for many years but never found him.
The third brother lived to a very old age before finally removing his Invisibility Cloak.
He handed it over to his son, and then greeted death as if meeting an old friend.
And, as equals, they happily departed this world together with him.
Unlike Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
Voldemort, who named his leap over death, was not interested in the Elder Wand or the Resurrection Stone.
He immediately noticed the Invisibility Cloak: "Speak! I need all the information about that cloak within one minute!"
"The Invisibility Cloak not only makes you invisible, but it also allows you to escape the clutches of death! You'll never die!"
An unknown young wizard. "We call them the Deathly Hallows."
Voldemort: "Us?"
An unknown young wizard said, "A large number of wizards believe that the gifts Death gave to the three brothers—an invincible wand, a stone that can bring the dead back to life, and an indestructible Invisibility Cloak —are things that actually exist in the world."
"If a person legally possesses these three things, he (or she) will become the master of death."
"That is to say, invincible, even immortal."
Voldemort grew even more excited. "The master of death? That's right! Who in this world has gone further than me on the path of transcending death!"
"My encounter with the Resurrection Stone, and my creation of it into Horcrux, were all predestined!"
"In order to prevent me from becoming a god, the so-called Child of Prophecy was created, the laughable Harry Potter!"
"All of this is a test!"
"My birthday is December 31st, the end of the year!"
"My birth brought death! It killed my mother!"
"Then he continued to kill himself while creating one Horcrux after another!"
"So, all I need now is the Invisibility Cloak and the Elder Wand!"
"If I can also forge them into Horcrux, then I will be the Lord of Death!"
"The Eternity Wizard Emperor!"
An unknown young wizard said, "Master, of the other two Deathly Hallows, only the Elder Wand has countless pieces of evidence and clues about its existence."
"The Elder Wand's bloody traces are splattered throughout the entire A History of Magic."
"Because only by taking this wand from its previous owner can one become its true owner."
"The Egbert the Egregious Carnage the Emeric the Evil, Hereward killed his father Godelot, and the horrible Lothias killed Barnabas de Vries. The wands stolen in these stories are all the Rod of Destiny."
"But the clues go haywire with Acus and Livias. Nobody knows which of them defeated the Elder Wand's previous owner—Lohias."
"And nobody knows who defeated them both."
Voldemort chuckled. "A clue is all I need. A friend of mine surely knows its whereabouts. And who knows more about wands than a wandmaker? You tell me, kid! 'Made fine wands since 382 BC,' excellent!"