Inheritance, But a Unilateral Declaration

Among the many wizards present, only Professor McGonagall saw through Isaac's "true colors" at a glance.

While the other wizards lacked her keen eye, they still felt a sense of "déjà vu."

This was especially true for those wizards from pure-blood families within the Ministry of Magic.

Back when Grindelwald and his followers were rampaging across Europe, they had never set foot in Britain.

However, the pure-blood families of Europe were a closed, tight-knit circle.

These people were bound by intermarriages so pure they could hardly be purer; even if Grindelwald hadn't reached Britain, how could they have remained completely ignorant of the news?

Furthermore, the pure-blood wizarding families of Europe were, in themselves, Grindelwald's power base.

Thus, there were always one or two pure-blood wizards in the Ministry of Magic who found Isaac familiar.

Familiarity was one thing, but to suddenly expect them to recall Grindelwald, who had dominated the European continent decades ago, was still somewhat difficult.

Perhaps if Isaac had resembled Tom more, these Ministry officials would have recalled the fear of being dominated by Voldemort.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" Fudge was clearly not among those who found Isaac familiar, and Umbridge, standing to the side, was not a pure-blood witch to begin with.

Neither of them recognized the origin of Isaac's version of the Protego Fiendfyre; they simply saw the young wizard who hadn't even entered school yet as a genius.

A true genius.

"What an outstanding elemental magic—I must be honest, even I couldn't have done better."

Fudge wasn't being modest; he was speaking the truth—he could see that Isaac's magic was a variation of the Fire-Making Spell.

But if he were asked to replicate it, he wouldn't be able to do so in a million years.

However, Fudge could discern one thing: the spell Isaac had "invented" was certainly not Dark Magic; it didn't even qualify as a Hex.

The wizarding world's definition and classification of Dark Magic are quite interesting.

The first level is Hexes.

Hexes are the least harmful category of offensive spells, designed with the intention of causing brief inconvenience, embarrassment, minor obstruction, or mischievous trouble.

Hexes have no intent to cause lasting damage and are considered peripheral Dark Magic.

The Ministry of Magic exerts the least control over Hexes; unless used for persistent malicious harassment, they are generally not heavily punished, or not punished at all.

Defense Against the Dark Arts classes teach the basic methods of countering them.

Spells like the Jelly-Legs Jinx, Leg-Locker Curse, Impediment Jinx, Dancing Feet Spell (Tarantallegra), Trip Jinx, and Densaugeo can all be categorized as Hexes.

These are classified as mild Dark Magic.

Yes, if one were to classify them this way, practically everyone in the wizarding world has used Dark Magic.

The level below Hexes is Curses, which are darker offensive Dark Magic designed specifically to cause clear, persistent pain, discomfort, or physical injury to the target.

Curses carry a clear intent of malicious attack and are Dark Magic in the true sense of the word.

Spells like Levicorpus and the Knee-Reversal Hex fall into the category of Curses.

The final tier of offensive Dark Magic is Curses, which are also considered severe Dark Magic.

These are divided into two categories: one is the Unforgivable Curses, and the other includes Dark Magic such as Sectumsempra, the Fiendfyre Curse, Blood Curse, and the Disemboweling Curse.

The main characteristic distinguishing moderate from severe Dark Magic is that Dark Magic of the Sectumsempra type can very easily take a human life.

At the same time, driving these spells requires very intense negative emotions.

Here is where it gets interesting.

If one were to measure purely by damage, Isaac's version of the Protego Fiendfyre far exceeds even the Hexes and Curses found in Dark Magic.

Yet, this version of the Protego Fiendfyre is derived from the Fire-Making Spell and incorporates Transfiguration; in terms of classification, it could belong to elemental magic or be categorized as a practical application of Transfiguration.

But the one thing it does not belong to is Dark Magic.

Not being Dark Magic is a good thing!

In the British wizarding world, Dark Magic is practically a political landmine.

Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts classes sometimes teach certain Hexes or even Curses.

Because these are essential spells for dealing with certain dark magical creatures.

If you don't teach them, are you expecting students to just wait for death when they encounter dangerous situations later?

Yet, the entire British wizarding world treats Dark Magic as a taboo subject.

So, even if the professor in charge teaches Dark Magic, it must be called Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The course must be called Defense Against the Dark Arts, not Dark Magic.

The main idea is: I can teach it, you can learn it, you can even learn it in secret, but it simply cannot be discussed openly.

Thus, in Britain, Dark Magic has become something that cannot be put on the scales.

Isaac's Protego Fiendfyre, however, is elemental magic.

Elemental magic is good; elemental magic must be learned!

Fudge could tell at a glance that this magic was certainly difficult, yet he didn't find that to be a problem in the slightest.

In fact, for Fudge, the more difficult Isaac's magic was, the better.

Only the most difficult magic possessed the value of promotion; the fewer people who could learn this magic, the more it would prove just how keen Fudge's eye for talent truly was.

Politicians are never stingy when it comes to investing in geniuses, especially in the wizarding world, where power determines everything.

Isaac was clearly aiming to become a young Dumbledore, and Fudge was firmly convinced that with this level of talent, Isaac would undoubtedly become a powerful wizard no less than Dumbledore in the future.

Add to that the fact that Isaac was so mature and understanding.

What else was there to say? Just invest!

It is worth mentioning that what Fudge feared was never the power of a wizard; he feared Dumbledore's prestige in the wizarding world.

With Isaac, as long as he played his cards right, the more powerful Isaac became in the future, the more beneficial it would be for him, Fudge.

He was the one who had spotted Isaac Waldore's talent before he had even enrolled!

With a bit of publicity, he too could become the man who discovered Waldore's talent.

No one would refuse the feeling of sitting at home while prestige falls from the sky. Fudge was so eager he wished Isaac would become the number one in Britain immediately.

At this moment, even Dumbledore looked pleasing to Fudge's eyes.

"Isaac, you are right. You need to focus on your studies now, and Hogwarts is the best fertile soil for your growth. Learn well from your professors; I will be waiting for your thesis in my office."

In the end, Fudge set the matter in stone. He "proactively" allowed Isaac to stay at Hogwarts, for no other reason than the young wizard's education.

He smiled very happily, feeling refreshed.

Because he couldn't even begin to imagine just how much promotional material this trip to Hogwarts had accumulated for him.

Hogwarts, indeed—what a truly blessed piece of land!

At this moment, Fudge had completely forgotten the annoyance he felt while on his way to Hogwarts.

A person cannot even empathize with their self from a few hours ago.

"Very well, Minister. If I am truly fortunate enough to write a high-quality thesis, I will certainly ask for your appraisal."

Isaac agreed decisively and then shook Fudge's hand.

The moment the large hand and small hand clasped, it looked exactly like the passing of the torch between two generations—but what if the Minister didn't want to pass the torch?

How could such a damn thing be left up to the Minister to decide?