Azkaban Drowned

Anton and Montgomery, along with several other Aurors, hovered in the air above the sea.

Dumbledore didn't drive the ship, transformed from seawater, onto Azkaban's island. He simply stood at a distance over the sea, neither near nor far, and stared coldly at the island.

He slowly raised his hand, covered in rings, and pointed toward Azkaban.

Boom!

A wave more than ten meters tall crashed into Azkaban Castle, instantly destroying one of its arrow towers. The massive tower roof collapsed and slammed into the castle, bringing down the entire main wall.

Just then, a flash of spell light appeared from within the castle. Everything seemed to undergo a Reversal, and the castle began rapidly restoring itself.

Mending Charm!

It was an unreasonable spell. From something as small as a broken glasses frame to something as large as a whole building, this kind of Magic could repair anything.

Based on Anton's current understanding, he classified this Magic under the field of 'Time Magic.'

Of course, it also fell under the domain of 'Transfiguration.'

But it didn't end there.

Huge waves came one after another, each stronger than the last.

From the first waves, only a dozen meters tall, to the waves tens of meters high crashing down, the terrifying power of nature and Magic could destroy everything in an instant.

The towering waves loomed so high they nearly blotted out the sky.

Anton hadn't been very good at physics in his previous life. He didn't know how much force a wave that high could exert, or even how much those surging masses of seawater weighed.

But to the naked eye, it was utterly terrifying.

As the final huge wave swept away, Azkaban collapsed completely into a heap of scattered stone blocks, which were then washed over again and again by