Oren's Past

Under the dusky evening sky, Kyle sped along on his Broomstick.

Dumbledore followed behind him, though he used no magical item to assist himself.

Kyle had originally intended to wait for him, but Dumbledore had no intention of sharing a broom with him. With a sudden leap, he shot into the air.

A wind-like magic swirled beneath Dumbledore's feet, supporting him as he soared freely through the sky, his movements even smoother than Vinda Rosier's had been.

And he was not slow, either. He stayed close behind Kyle, occasionally turning to glance at him.

"It's fine. You don't need to look after me. I can keep up," Dumbledore said.

His voice was greatly diminished by the howling wind, but to Kyle, it sounded especially grating.

What did he mean, he could keep up... So what if he could fly?

Fine, being able to fly really was impressive.

Kyle had to admit that among all forms of magic, flight magic was one of the rarest, yet also one of the most useful. Whether in a direct confrontation or making an escape, it could play a crucial role.

But this kind of magic was too rare. There was absolutely no record of it in the school library, not even in the Restricted Section. Most flight magic had been created by exceptionally gifted wizards themselves.

For instance, Voldemort had a spell that allowed him to turn into black mist. From afar, it looked somewhat like an Obscurus. It allowed him to fly short distances and could also be used alongside Apparition.

Those trusted Death Eaters knew the same magic. When they used it together, it was like dark clouds passing overhead, overwhelmingly oppressive.

Grindelwald's followers knew it too. Kyle had seen it for himself back in that forest, and he had suffered quite