"a"(Ansuz)!
Vizet spoke the spell for "thunder," and the Ancient Magic Power pumped out by the Obscurus Core, the "Ancient Magic Power brewed through time," surged from the tip of his Wand and flowed into the ancient Altar.
When he and Luna drank the Animagus "Second Form" potion, both the flashing thunder and the torrential rain came to a halt at that moment.
The Baby Thunderbird stretched out its neck and kept calling toward the sky. Its cries were more urgent than before, and a hint of anticipation could be heard in them.
Vizet had originally planned to have the Baby Thunderbird move away first, but seeing how eager it looked, he dismissed the idea instead.
Judging by the message Newt Scamander had sent before, Thunderbirds were highly sensitive to supernatural threats;
Since the Baby Thunderbird showed no agitation and no fear, but was instead calling out eagerly and expectantly, that meant the approaching lightning would not harm it.
The clouds in the sky grew brighter and brighter, gathering an ever more dazzling Silver-Blue Light.
Silver-blue lightning appeared without warning. There was not even the sound of thunder before it fell from the dark clouds, crashing straight toward Vizet and the others, swallowing their figures completely...
Inside the Headmaster's Office, rain pattered against the windows.
Fawkes the phoenix seemed to sense something. He spread his wings and flew to the window, looking at the flashing thunder deep in the Forbidden Forest.
Dumbledore took the opportunity to set down the quill in his hand, then strolled slowly to the window and looked outside together with Fawkes.
Fawkes turned his head to look at Dumbledore, let out a low, lingering cry, and tilted his head toward the desk.
"If I'm not mistaken..." Dumbledore stroked his beard and, as if he had