Snape's pupils contracted sharply!
He felt it!
That wasn't a fluctuation in magical power!
It was a kind of...
A kind of pure "will" he had never experienced before!
This will was neither as gentle and vast as Dumbledore's nor as brutal and chaotic as Voldemort's.
It was like divine metal hidden in the deepest vein of a mine. Untempered, it already radiated an edge sharp enough to make even the soul tremble!
This boy... who exactly is he?!
At the instant Snape's mind was shaken to its core, Lin Yuan opened his eyes.
Deep in his eyes, it was as though a galaxy revolved. They were as still as an ancient well, yet reflected the embryonic forms of "reason" and "law."
He slowly raised the wand in his hand.
There was no shout, no passionate emotion.
He merely uttered the incantation in a tone so calm it was almost cold.
"Expecto Patronum."
His voice was not loud, yet it rang like metal and stone striking together—clear and resolute, echoing distinctly throughout the dungeon. Every syllable brimmed with unquestionable power.
A beam of light erupted from the tip of his wand.
But it wasn't the silver-white Snape had expected!
It was a pale bluish-white radiance, like the finest jade or the first ray of dawn in the eastern sky!
Unlike the gentleness of a doe, this light was filled with sharpness and resolve!
"Shhk—"
The light did not disperse or hesitate in the air for even an instant. It condensed directly into form!
The speed and stability of the process made Snape's breath catch!
The first time!
This was his first attempt!
How could he skip the insubstantial stage entirely and directly condense a corporeal form?!
This was not magic!
Even Dumbledore couldn't have done this in his youth!
Yet