Phoenix Nirvana

"Cockroach Clusters!"

Upon hearing the command, the Gargoyle Statue stretched its body and leaped to the side, revealing the spiral staircase behind it.

As Wizet entered the corridor in front of the Headmaster's Office, she had a strange feeling, as if her body had become inexplicably weak, just like when she was sick in her previous life, her body would fluctuate between hot and cold.

With each step he took toward the Headmaster's Office, this inexplicable weakness intensified.

Everything around seemed to become hazy, as if distorted by the high temperature, and nothing could be seen clearly.

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A very faint sound came to Wizet's ear, like the sound of striking a match.

The distortion around them intensified, and the boundaries between the ground, walls, and ceiling became indistinct, as if the entire corridor had melted into one.

The surrounding temperature seemed to be rising, but to Wizet's surprise, he did not suffocate, and the sensation of alternating hot and cold was quickly dissipating.

He was like a fish that had been lifted out of the water and was struggling in the cracked earth, but had finally returned to the water...

Everything around her was becoming clearer, yet it also felt incredibly unfamiliar to Wizet.

It started as a small flame, but in the blink of an eye it grew rapidly.

The flames surged and burned like waves, stirring up thick smoke as they rolled and tumbled.

Thick smoke rose into the air, then fell rapidly as if swept up by a vortex, and began to stir the flames.

Flames and thick smoke intertwined, like crimson petals and jet-black stamens, blooming brilliantly, vying for beauty like a sea of flames.

Flowers bloom and fade, and even a sea of fiery flowers is no exception.

The sea of flames before my eyes gradually withered until only the initial cluster of flames remained, until even that cluster of flames went out.

Just as everything around her turned pitch black, as if there would be no more warmth or light, Wizet saw a pair of eyes, a pair of gentle and familiar eyes.

Those are eyes from Phoenix Fawkes!

With a melodious long cry, the Phoenix Fawkes appeared before Wizet and took flight in the darkness.

Countless flames swirl around Phoenix Fawkes, as if it is chasing the traces of the flames, or as if the flames are chasing its shadow, the two cycling back and forth as if there is no beginning and no end.

Phoenix Fawkes spread its wings, enveloping itself in vibrant, brilliant flames, and landed in front of Wizet.

The flames grew even larger, spreading from Phoenix Fawkes and igniting Wizet as well.

Wizet felt no heat whatsoever; the flames were very close to him, and warmth and exhilaration lingered in his heart.

Phoenix Fawkes spread its wings once more, carrying Wizet into the sky, away from the darkness, until everything around them became familiar...

Wizet returned to the corridor, drenched in sweat as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

It's December now, but he doesn't feel the slightest bit of cold; his palms seem to be constantly generating warmth.

He quickly raised his hand and looked down. There was an orange-red mark on his palm, shaped like Phoenix spreading its wings and soaring into the sky...

Just then, the "Wizard Combat Guide" in my mind suddenly flipped open, and countless pages flew out from it.

All the Ancient Magic Power collected during this period was absorbed by one of the pages of the book.

The pages returned to "The Wizard Combat Guide," and the previously blank pages now contained concrete content.

Ancient Magic: Flame Mastery: Guides Ancient Magic to Fire-Making Spell... enhances magical power... summons a ring of flames around the caster when releasing fire...

Along with the contents of the book, there were also many Magical Understanding related to fire.

Wizet quickly cast the Guardian Meditation to calm herself down as much as possible and immerse herself in Magical Understanding, summarizing and absorbing them.

After a while, he raised one hand and snapped his fingers lightly, "Fiendfyre!"

Snap!

A flame appears between the index finger and thumb.

He opened his palm, and the flames grew larger as his palm opened, transforming into a blazing inferno that burned Silencio, releasing heat and distorting the surrounding air...

Wizet suddenly felt a chill and looked at the hand bearing the Phoenix Mark.

The Phoenix Mark on my palm is fading, and the cold returns from all directions, seeping into my body through my damp clothes.

"If that's the case..." He flicked his wrist, and the flames floating above his palm scattered, instantly spreading throughout his body.

He was engulfed in flames as if he had spontaneously combusted, yet his clothes and decorations remained largely undamaged.

Before long, the flames returned to his palm, and he felt refreshed, no longer bothered by the cold.

This is a method of controlling and using fire that Wizet demonstrated after absorbing his Magical Understanding.

Compared to all sorts of Home Life Magic, cleaning your body and clothes in this way is clearly putting the cart before the horse.

Wizet did this to test and see what he could achieve after gaining a better understanding of fire.

Wandless Magic is the most effective manifestation of this, as he is able to control fire without the aid of a wand;

It can even control the flame with the same precision, allowing it to dry the sweat on the body without damaging the clothes.

Wizet remembered something else and stared at the flame in her hand, lost in thought.

The flames did not flicker or dissipate because of his distraction; they remained stable.

This is something that can only be achieved after refining one's Magical Understanding; maintaining and controlling the flame can become a "subconscious" behavior.

"What did Professor Snape do at the Duelling Club?" Wizet murmured, closing his eyes to recall the scene at the Duelling Club. "The Flame Serpent..."

He gently moved his fingers, as if shaping clay, to shape the flame in his palm.

The flames that were burning normally subsided, and their shape gradually became rounder, like a bright red snake egg.

A bulge appeared on the egg-shaped flame, and a miniature fire snake emerged from it, writhing and twisting in the air.

Wizet looked at the nimble fire serpent, but her brows furrowed. "It doesn't feel the same as before... It's too stiff... The method is flawed, not just the Fire-Making Spell and the Transfiguration..."

"What did Professor Snape do? After all, it was a duel with a classmate... That Flame Serpent certainly wasn't Dark Magic... and there was no need to use Dark Magic..."

He continued to recall the scene, "Could it be... the Patronus Charm!"

After a long period of thought, he picked up his wand and brought it close to the fire serpent's forehead. "Expecto Patronum!"

The wand traced a smooth, circular path, its tip emitting a warm Silver Light. The fire serpent followed the wand's tip, seemingly coming to life, twisting and turning in a circle.

Just then, Snape's cold voice rang out, "Wizet, what... what are you doing here?"