Love was limitless.
The ability to unleash the most brilliant power had always been an ironclad rule in the world of Harry Potter. And in Musa, that rule was once again proven not to exist solely at Hogwarts.
"Mr. Musa, please take care of yourself. I'll contact you as soon as possible," Ian said.
Musa merely nodded slightly and waved a hand, indicating that he was fine.
Ian said no more. He stepped back a few paces and stood in the open space of the yard. At a thought, the surrounding space began to ripple faintly, almost imperceptibly. He neither recited a lengthy incantation nor made any exaggerated gestures. With nothing more than the movement of his will, he established a connection with distant spatial coordinates.
The next second, his figure swayed gently like a reflection in water, then abruptly blurred, contracted, and finally vanished completely from where he stood. There was no boom, no shockwave, not even the faintest breeze stirred. The entire departure was quiet and swift, carrying an effortless elegance and absolute control.
Only Musa remained in the farmyard, carrying his farming tools as he stared at the empty ground, along with the pot of stewed meat still bubbling softly over a low flame.
After Ian vanished, the elder's gaze slowly swept across the courtyard.
Beneath the shadows of the fence, in the angles under the eaves, beside those seemingly casually placed clay jars, several extremely concealed runes flickered faintly before swiftly fading again. Those were arrays he had painstakingly arranged to detect and suppress fluctuations from Space Magic.
Any spatial movement without his permission, even the most sophisticated Apparition, would inevitably trigger those alarms and might even suffer a counterattack from spatial disturbances.
Yet until Ian left, those arrays remained as if asleep, showing no sign