World Tree

After this repeated process, the reindeer all closed their eyes and fell into a coma, lying there motionless, with only their chests and abdomens still rising and falling.

The Purifying Cleansing Soul Washing Spell drew out another wisp of Black Mist, which was no different from the Black Mist that had just been stripped away.

"What exactly are you? A pure Obscurus?" Wizet asked, puzzled. "Why is all your magic based on Obscurus?"

"Such seemingly stable... yet incredibly fragile control? What exactly do you rely on to unleash this power..."

The Circus Troupe Leader in front of me is shrouded in mystery, and seems worthy of careful study.

Wizet's mind raced, her gaze shifting to the Circus Troupe Leader's hands. "Could it be that cane?"

The crimson orb disintegrated, and the Circus Troupe Leader coughed violently again. It wasn't just a matter of spitting out a mouthful of blood; blood and Black Mist seemed to be flowing from his face.

His face was as pale as paper, and he looked so haggard that he seemed about to die at any moment.

"I won't let you stop me..." The Circus Troupe Leader gasped for breath, clutching his cane tightly as if trying to bury it in his chest.

His body swayed violently, and without chanting any incantations or performing any spellcasting, a jet of plasma the size of a bowl shot out from his cane...

The plasma was incredibly bright and powerful, erupting with a thunderous roar as it struck Wizet directly in the face.

Ancient Magic: Instant Shield

Just as the plasma was about to hit, Wizet swiftly raised his wand, and Magic Barrier emerged from his body, effortlessly blocking the plasma.

"La Wei A Sa!"

He retaliated swiftly, casting an Ancient Magic: Levitation Charm, which choked the Circus Troupe Leader and lifted him high into the air.

The Circus Troupe Leader struggled, and even his cane accidentally fell, piercing straight into the ground and emitting a burst of light.

Wizet frowned. He really hadn't expected that a wizard who could break into the Swedish Ministry of Magic would be so weak.

It seems that apart from being able to freely cast Transfiguration, he is extremely unskilled in using other types of magic.

It's like someone who hasn't received formal training and only relies on talent to master a small amount of magic.

The Circus Troupe Leader desperately tried to break free from the magical restraints, but the more he struggled, the more blood he coughed up, and he exuded a sense of desolation.

Until countless Black Mist emerged from his face, instantly turning into a cloud of black mist.

It is Obscurus.

Obscurus flickered in mid-air, vaguely coalescing into a human shape, but then dispersed again, returning to its Obscurus state.

Seeing such a bizarre change, Wizet suddenly had a bold conjecture—since wizards can create Obscurus, can Obscurus also create wizards?

He had a vague feeling that if he could figure this out, he might be able to truly control the Obscurus through his own efforts...

It can even go further and gain a deeper understanding of the soul from Obscurus perspective!

Before he could think it through, a bright light burst forth from the spot where the cane was, illuminating the entire cyclone pattern and instantly forming a huge vortex.

The vortex's target was very clear: to completely absorb the Obscurus floating high in the sky.

Almost instantly, the Obscurus was swallowed up, and the entire island began to shake violently.

In the instant they were Obscurus swallowed, the reindeer finally awoke and returned to human form.

They panicked and ran to the side, as far away from the stage as possible.

A vibrant green sprout emerged from the center of the cyclone pattern, as if what had just been sucked in was not Obscurus, but a seed brimming with vitality.

The tender shoots may seem delicate, but they possess the strength to push aside the cane, which then wobbles and falls to the side.

The tender buds quickly grew into saplings, and soon transformed into tall trees, stretching out countless branches.

The branches not only supported the cane, but also the struggling sharks, puncturing the circus tent.

It kept extending its branches in all directions, but the crown never appeared.

Wizet and Luna looked up at the enormous cloud in the sky, and the same thought came to their minds, "The tree canopy is that cloud! It's the World Tree!"

Suddenly, a hoarse, melodious voice, like a horn, rang in my mind.

The voice was indistinct, yet its meaning was still clear.

It leisurely asked a strange question, "Having offered your sacrifice, what is your wish? Come to me and tell me!"

Wizet and Luna exchanged glances, then tentatively asked, "Did you hear that?"

Xenophilius in surprise, "You guys also thought you heard something just now?"

Wizet and Luna nodded in unison, and then another voice echoed in their minds, "I need water... I need to live!"

"I'll give you water," the old voice replied, and then fell silent.

Xenophilius asked in confusion, "Who made a wish just now...?"

Before Wizet and the others could answer, the World Tree's canopy began to sway, continuously scattering ash and snowflakes, as if summoning the surrounding seawater.

Accompanied by the endless sound of the ocean waves, a wave slowly rose like a curtain, appearing directly above the island.

Wizet said, half-laughing and half-crying, "Now we'll need water... and the only things that will get up there... are probably those sharks."

A cluster of flames suddenly burst forth.

Dumbledore slowly stepped out of the firelight, followed by two wizards floating in the air.

A wizard's chin kept hitting his chest, as if he were falling into a coma;

Another wizard, with a goatee, was bound by countless chains, not only unconscious but also imprisoned in a water bubble;

"Headmaster Dumbledore... what are you doing here?" Wizet exclaimed in surprise.

"I think I've come at just the right time!" Dumbledore and waved his wand gently. "I was just thinking of taking a relaxing trip, but I didn't expect to encounter so many things."

A soft bed appeared behind him, just enough to catch the unconscious wizard who had fallen.

Wizet noticed that the wizard on the soft bed was dressed somewhat familiarly and frowned slightly. "Headmaster Dumbledore, are you... assisting in the investigation of the attack on the Swedish Ministry of Magic?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "The Swedish Ministry of Magic notified me, but the person I'm helping is the Department of Mysteries."

Wizet nodded and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore, I've seen the Obscurus attacked the Swedish Ministry of Magic, so the person behind you... is the real mastermind?"

He glanced at the sky, where the curtain-like waves were still slowly rising.

However, Dumbledore's arrival did not make him nervous at all. On the contrary, he felt that the atmosphere was much more relaxed, as if he had returned to Hogwarts.

"Yes, he orchestrated this," Dumbledore nodded. "There was another group...you've probably already met them."

"It's Ms. Saru and Mr. Ominis?" Wizet realized. "What exactly are they planning to do?"

Dumbledore said with a smile, "They intend to defy the Prophecy and the next plans of this 'mastermind'."

Wizet asked, "Prophecy... is it the real kind of Prophecy? Prophecy that can happen in the future? Prophecy belonging to a true prophet?"