Lily: Just how powerful could a wizard be?

It was 8 p. m. on the Sunday of the third week of September, in Abandoned Classroom at the end of the Third Floor Corridor.

The tables and chairs were moved to the sides, and a window was open, with the night breeze causing two school robes on the clothes rack to flutter.

A beam of red light struck Regulus, scattering into scattered Light Point. Lily held her wand, her chest heaving, her sweat-dampened red hair plastered to her face.

Regulus lowered his hands, looking at the bright green eyes opposite him with a gentle gaze. "Lily, you did very well."

"You saw that last hit, right?" Lily walked over, a hint of smugness in her voice. She paused mid-sentence, catching her breath, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I caught it, and I even hit it back."

Regulus walked to the window, pulled up a chair for her, and nodded in praise, "I saw it, very clever of you."

Lily picked up the kettle, took two sips, and stared at him with her green eyes. "Anything else?"

Regulus acknowledged her progress. "Now you can use the Enhanced Senses Charm when you need to make a judgment, and once you get useful information, you can hold onto it to free up your energy to deal with the changes that follow."

The Constant Shield Charm on my hands is also more stable than last semester; I can maintain it while moving, which is a significant improvement.

Lily was finally satisfied. She tilted her head slightly, raised her chin a little, and barely managed to suppress her smile, "I've been practicing all summer too."

Regulus praised her, "I can see that, you've been working very hard."

Lily smiled happily, the corners of her mouth turning up, and casually added, "I practice whenever I have time; it's not that tiring."

In late September, the Scottish Highlands get quite chilly at night. She had just worked up a sweat from exercising, and now the night breeze was blowing in through the window, causing her to hunch her shoulders.

Regulus noticed the sweat-dampened hair around her face, flicked it with his fingertips, and a warm breeze brushed past her forehead, gently blowing away the red hair clinging to her cheek.

Lily squinted comfortably, placed the kettle on her lap, turned her head to let the warm air blow to the other side, and the moisture in her hair was blown away. She then turned her face to the side and deliberately brushed the hair behind her ear aside.

Regulus shifted his hand, and the warm breeze followed and went around him.

She gave him a knowing look, and Regulus nodded reservedly.

Lily laughed even harder, her hair slipping off her shoulders, the ends now dry.

Regulus sat down beside her, Lily placed the kettle on the windowsill and took a letter from her light purple Handbag.

The letter arrived on Tuesday and had been in her bag for several days. She even checked it before leaving the house today to make sure she had it with her.

Dad asked so many questions, Regulus should hear them too.

"Dad read the newspaper," Lily said, holding up the letter and looking him in the eye, her voice hesitant. "It's... it's about you."

A hint of amusement flashed in Regulus's eyes. "Mr. Evans won't let you play with me anymore?"

Lily rolled her eyes. "No, that's not true."

He teased her, just like always.

Lily secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looked down to find a line in the letter, and then looked at him again. "He asked what you usually teach me."

She unfolded the part her father had written, her tone tinged with helplessness. "He was afraid you'd teach me how to blow up houses."

His gaze fell on the wand on her lap, Lily immediately added, "I told you, I'm still practicing the Shield Charm!"

Regulus looked satisfied. "Very good."

Lily raised her eyebrows, staring at him, a little troubled and unconvinced. "Don't say that too, Daddy said the same thing to me."

Looking up, she saw Regulus's gentle gaze again, pouted, gave a soft hum, and held the letter up to cover her mouth. "I'll read it to you."

She mimicked Mr. Evans's tone, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Is that the same child in the photo who spoke to us at the station? Did he really do all that work by himself?"

After reading it aloud, Lily peeked out from behind the letter, blinked, and said, "Dad told me to look carefully before telling him."

Regulus's lips curled slightly. "Did you see clearly?"

"I saw it clearly a long time ago," Lily said, giving him a disapproving look, then laughed, "He even counted out the photos in the newspaper for me one by one, just in case I missed one."

Regulus glanced down at the letter. "No wonder it's so full."

Lily glared at him again, then couldn't help but laugh herself.

Her father had seen her practice Magic Manipulation before; she could fold Paper Crane by themselves, lift cups off the table, and straighten things that were crooked with a simple lift of her hand.

He loved watching her fold it, and occasionally he would bring her a piece of paper and ask her to fold another one.

He flipped through her textbooks, listened to her talk about Transfiguration and Potions, and even tasted the candy that would bounce around in the living room.

But the manor in the newspaper was shattered, the ground was turned upside down, and spells falling from the sky smashed the Wasteland as if it had been hit by an earthquake. The next photo was even more exaggerated, with rising explosions obscuring everything else.

Lily looked down at the letter, her tone slightly amused. "He used to always ask me when I'd learn to fix broken things, but this time in the letter he asked me if the practice room was far from other people's."

Regulus glanced at the letter in her hand.

Mr. Evans was worried about his daughter, which he understood, and the little girl had brought the letter specifically to read a sentence and then glance at him.

She was willing to tell her father whatever he thought, and she would smile first so as not to upset him.

He put on a serious expression, feigning a solemn demeanor. "You can tell Mr. Evans that the spell to blow up the house comes later."

Lily's eyes lit up. "You'll really teach me from now on?"

Regulus nodded. "When you're old enough to learn."

She glanced at the magic wand on her lap, then looked up at him, her voice lowered, and mysteriously asked, "How big of a bomb can it explode?"

Regulus raised an eyebrow, Lily knew she'd asked too early. She wrinkled her nose at him and unfolded the letter again. "Alright, I'll continue practicing the basics."

Her finger landed on another line. "Dad also asked, 'Why did your family let you go?'"

Regulus said gently, "When something falls on my shoulders, I have to deal with it."

"And now?" Lily moved closer to him. "Is the matter with the Rowle family over?"

"It's over," Regulus nodded. "This matter with their family is settled."

Lily was still staring at him, worry flashing in her green eyes. She looked at his face carefully again before lowering her head and muttering softly, "So dangerous."

Regulus continued to look at her gently, and when she looked up again, he simply smiled at her.

Lily pursed her lips and gently touched his arm with the letter.

The next line is in Mom's handwriting, written more densely than Dad's, and she even added a line to the empty space next to it.

Lily remembered the look on her mother's face when she saw them at the train station, and the words she was about to say changed before she could finish, "Mom sends her greetings too."

Regulus chuckled lightly. "Please Mrs. Evans for me."

Lily was a little happy and continued reading, unconsciously mimicking her mother's tone, which was rather nagging. "Eat well, rest when you're tired, don't always think you can practice a little longer, stop if you feel dizzy, you promised me at home, remember that at school too."

Regulus gave her an approving look.

Lily glared at him and continued reading, "When you talk about him at home, you always say he's busy. Will he still make a point of coming to see you at school?"

Mom is watching you at the station--"

The sound suddenly stopped, she folded the bottom half of the letter back, and her cheeks began to burn.

Having read the letter several times, she naturally remembered what was written at the end. Just now, as she read along, she ended up reading more than she intended.

Regulus raised an eyebrow slightly, and Lily, blushing, glared at him, stuffing the letter into her small bag. "I won't read the rest."

He nodded obediently, but Lily, seeing his expression, became even more annoyed. "You're not allowed to ask either!"

My mom is really something, asking about everything in the letter. We only met once at the train station, and she's still asking about it now that school has started.

She glanced up at Regulus, who was still looking at her. Lily simply moved her small bag to the other side and picked up her water bottle to drink some water.

The water cooled down a bit, and my face gradually felt better.

Lily looked at the empty floor of the classroom.

She had just used the Enhanced Senses Charm to catch a spell at the right moment, and she felt very proud of herself. However, the newspaper had been turned upside down, and the floor was covered with so much that it couldn't even cover the classrooms one after another.

She dodged Regulus's spell, which was dangerous enough; but if it were an explosion filling her field of vision, where would she have found shelter?

Lily looked at Regulus, her green eyes shining. "Just how powerful can a wizard be?"

Regulus thought for a moment, "Have you ever seen Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog Card?"

"I've seen it, I have another one," Lily nodded, then asked with some doubt, "It says he defeated Grindelwald in 1945?"

"Yes," Regulus looked at her, "Do you know what Grindelwald did?"

Lily shook her head. "A very powerful Dark Wizard, but... I don't know much about him specifically."

She had heard the name and read the card, but the information written on it was limited to just a few sentences.

She defeated a very powerful Dark Wizard, who was indeed very powerful, but she still couldn't quite put her finger on how powerful he was.

Regulus said casually, "In 1927, Grindelwald set fire to Paris. The flames rose from underground and grew larger and larger. If left unchecked, the whole of Paris would have burned down."

Lily's eyes widened in surprise. "The whole of Paris?" she asked.

Regulus nodded.

Lily opened her mouth. "The streets, the houses... all burned down?"

"As long as the fire continues to spread, everything in its path will be burned in its path, and ordinary methods will not be able to extinguish it."

Lily was stunned. She walked through the streets of London, drove through the city, and saw houses lined up one after another. Even after driving a long way, the streets outside the car window were still crowded with people and buildings.

Paris has so many streets, so many houses, and so many people.

The estate in the newspaper was already big enough, but Dad kept asking if it was all run by one person.

But the city has streets, which connect to squares and shops. If the fire continues, even houses that are not visible in the distance will be burned down.

Lily moved closer to Regulus, her voice slightly anxious. "And then what happened? How did it stop?"

"Nicolas Flamel arrived, and together with Newt and his brother, along with several other wizards, Spellcasting to stop the flames," Regulus said gently, looking at her. "Paris is saved."

Lily breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly became puzzled. "Newt? The one who wrote ' Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them '?"

"It's him, Newt Scamander."

Lily looked down at her Handbag and saw a familiar name from her textbook inside. She then remembered another person he had mentioned.

"Nicolas Flamel, he's on the card too, the one who studied Alchemy with Professor Dumbledore, is that him?"

"It's him," Regulus chuckled softly, noticing her surprised expression. "You remember him quite clearly."

Lily asked incredulously, "So many of them, and they just blocked the fire?"

Regulus nodded and continued in a relaxed tone, "Later, Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald."

Lily's lips parted slightly, and after a long while, she blinked.

Dumbledore, the one sitting in the professor's chair, his silver beard visible from halfway through the Great Hall, always wearing a kind smile, watching them bicker and chuckle with amusement?

Was it him who defeated a wizard who could burn a city to the ground?

Lily's gaze returned to Regulus's face.

He had just been praising himself for being smart, and now he was listening intently as she read the letter, answering her every question.

The spells that fell from the sky in the newspaper, the explosions that illuminated the Wasteland, and the huge mushroom cloud that rose up all came back to her mind.

Lily looked into his eyes, hesitantly asking, "And what about you?"