What Kind of Wizard Can't Cast Fireballs? The Gringotts Incident!

Rhine looked at the flames in his hand, which shifted shape according to his will.

He remembered that in the original story, Dumbledore had displayed his fire-based spells several times. The most unforgettable of them was undoubtedly Fire God Paves the Way.

It seemed to be a unique form of flame magic combined with Transfiguration, and its power was exceptionally great.

During Dumbledore and Voldemort's direct confrontation, both had demonstrated the ability to reshape flames.

For wizards of that level, it seemed that combining Transfiguration with other spells was an extremely important aspect.

Although Rhine had the Seven Orifices Exquisite Heart to assist him, his magical ability was still far from that level. He simply could not accomplish such a thing.

Normally, if he did not count the talent rewards he would obtain later, he would still need a long time before reaching that point.

But with the Control Fire at Will Talent, Rhine could at least take a shortcut in the field of flame magic.

The flames in his hand were about to go out when Rhine lightly waved his wand.

"Engorgio Ignis."

This time, casting Incendio felt effortless to Rhine, and its power had increased considerably compared to before.

Yet the instant the flames gathered, they were drawn back into Rhine's palm like a rainbow swallowing water, transforming there into fiery serpents, fire dragons, and other shapes.

At first glance, it really did resemble the flame magic wielded by Dumbledore and Voldemort in the original story.

However, Rhine shook his head, clearly dissatisfied.

"It has the form but not the substance. It can only change shape."

"It is fine as a little trick, but if it is meant for actual combat, why bother changing its shape at all? Just release it directly."

"Yet the flame magic Dumbledore and Voldemort created by combining it with Transfiguration is obviously far more powerful than ordinary spells."

"Where is the problem?"

Possibility after possibility flashed through Rhine's mind, until he finally arrived at a guess.

"The changing shape of the flames is merely an outward manifestation. The key to increasing the power of flame spells may be that Transfiguration makes the flames more condensed."

"Like the monsters born from Fiendfyre. They are formed from condensed Fiendfyre, so they are more powerful than the other areas within the flames."

"What if I made my flame spells more condensed too?"

He acted as soon as he thought of it. With a thought, Rhine gave the flames in his hand an order.

"Condense."

The blazing flames immediately responded, beginning to contract inward.

Their volume started shrinking, but the flames clearly became more concentrated.

Even their color began to change.

From their original red, they gradually turned orange-yellow.

By the time the flames from a single Incendio had condensed into a fireball the size of an adult's fist in Rhine's palm, its color had shifted somewhere between orange-yellow and blazing white.

Its temperature had nearly doubled compared to before!

Rhine could even sense a faint threat from it.

Although Bronze Skin and Iron Bones made him impervious to blades, bullets, water, and fire, he was not truly a Primordial white ape. At present, he could only withstand ordinary water and ordinary fire.

But the fireball in his palm now faintly seemed to have surpassed the category of ordinary flame.

It was not enough to kill Rhine, but it could at least pose a threat and inflict injury.

If it landed on another magical creature, even a troll would have a huge hole burned straight through it.

Only then did Rhine reveal a satisfied expression as he looked at the fireball.

"Fireballs are great."

"This is the kind of killing power a wizard ought to have. A wizard's life is incomplete if he can't cast fireballs!"

But Rhine's experiments were not over yet.

He had long had an idea: wind and fire were a perfect match in any world.

What would happen if the Wind Riding Talent and Control Fire at Will Talent worked together?

The wind would feed the flames, and the flames would lend might to the wind. Their power might even multiply.

With Rhine's current magical strength, it was certainly still far inferior to spells like Fire God Paves the Way.

But it was enough to serve as a trump card!

Just as Rhine was eager to try, his brow suddenly furrowed. He seemed to hear a disturbance coming from afar.

Vaguely, Rhine could also feel the ground trembling.

He seemed to hear a dragon's roar rising from the distant underground, as though it were an illusion!

After a brief moment of surprise, Rhine immediately reacted.

"That direction is..."

"Gringotts?!"

A thought instantly surfaced in his mind.

In the original story, Voldemort would possess Quirrell and break into Gringotts. That should have happened a month ago, and it should not have caused such a huge commotion.

But by a twist of fate, a month ago, because Rhine had attacked Ragnok and the others, Gringotts believed a powerful wizard was plotting something and had tightened its security.

"Could Voldemort have been waiting for an opportunity all this time, until just before the school term began?"

At the same time, Rhine's nose twitched.

Even without using the Wind Riding Talent, he could smell a rotten, disgusting stench carried on the wind.

Rhine quickly left the workroom and asked the panicked Ollivander outside.

"Mr. Ollivander, what happened?"

Ollivander's voice trembled.

"Someone is breaking into Gringotts!"

"And that is not all. A massive number of Inferi have appeared near Gringotts. I heard a dessert shop there is running a promotion, and many wizards are lining up. There are quite a few young wizards among them too."

"They have all been surrounded by those bloodthirsty Dark Magic creations!"

"This must have been planned. The intruder is using those Inferi and the young wizards to tie down the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic!"

"Merlin's beard, what kind of person could do something so utterly deranged?!"

The instant Rhine heard that, his pupils contracted.

A dessert shop running a promotion?

The one Hermione had said she was going to seemed to be that very shop?!

Ollivander was telling Rhine.

"Luckily, it is quite far from here. Hurry, Rhine, I'll get you out of here!"

But the next second, he felt an aura that made his hair stand on end.

A layer of golden-bronze light flowed across Rhine's body, radiating a pressure even greater than that of a dragon.

"Mr. Ollivander, protect yourself."

"My friend is there. I have to save her."

Then Rhine shot out of the shop like a tiger or leopard.

He unleashed without reservation the powerful physique granted by Bronze Skin and Iron Bones, attaining inhuman speed.

As the Wind Riding Talent activated, the air that should have hindered Rhine instead flowed along with him.

At that moment, Rhine was so fast he resembled a fleeting shadow, sprinting across the rooftops of the shops lining the street toward Gringotts.

From far away, Rhine saw at least a hundred Inferi swarming around Gringotts.

A cold glint flashed through Rhine's eyes as he quickened his pace and charged forward.