Lucien: Where's the gas stove?

An island or reef.

The seawater crashed against the black rocks, splashing up white waves that then shattered into countless tiny droplets under the sunlight.

A salty, damp sea breeze blew in gusts, causing the hems of their robes to flutter loudly.

The old wizard felt the sea breeze brushing against his clothes and cheeks, and took a deep breath of the slightly salty air.

His gaze fell on the boy opposite him, a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

The challenge to a duel was truly a spur-of-the-moment decision on his own.

His first impression of Lucien was that he looked quite scholarly, like the kind of student who was engrossed in studying magic.

With dark green eyes, a calm expression, and a relaxed posture, he exuded a composure beyond his years.

It's hard to believe he's the kind of person who would dare to challenge a dark wizard and slay Basilisk.

Dumbledore walked over to Lucien and whispered something to him. Lucien nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

Seeing this, the old wizard chuckled, "Don't worry, it's just a bit of exercise. For the young man's safety, I can use only one spell."

After whispering a few words to Lucien, Dumbledore went to the edge of the reef and pulled out the oddly shaped wand from his sleeve.

It was a long Elder Wand with segmented protrusions, gleaming dimly in the sunlight.

Because of the tragedy that happened many years ago, Dumbledore has been working on the art of stopping spells, and his mastery of stopping spells is unparalleled in the world.

Dumbledore stood by the rocks, his hand gripping his wand as steady as a rock, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two, ready to intervene at any moment.

The old wizard performed a standard dueling salute, his movements fluid and elegant, as if he had returned to the battlefield of decades ago.

Seeing that the other person was still empty-handed, Lucien said loudly, "Sir, where is your wand?"

The old wizard stood with his hands behind his back. "I don't need a wand."

Upon hearing this, Lucien couldn't help but wonder to himself, "Does this mean I don't need a wand, or that I don't have one?"

He didn't say much, just glanced at the wand in his hand, and then put it back in his pocket.

"In that case, it's better to be fair."

The old wizard's eyelids twitched slightly as he watched Lucien put away his wand.

Wandless Magic? This young man is truly naive.

He didn't say much, just casually tossed his hand.

Crimson flames ignited in the air.

The flames were not warm or hot like ordinary flames; instead, they were wreathed in wisps of black smoke and emitted an unsettling, almost twisted restlessness.

They churned in the air, like living things, waiting to devour something.

Lucien gazed at the twisted, turbulent flames, a thought flashed through his mind.

Fiendfyre.

It's this color...

Shouldn't it be the color of the gas stove?

Is the person in front of me... really him?

Before his thoughts could settle, the raging Fiendfyre suddenly became docile.

Some of the flames circled around the old wizard, drawing a fire circle at his feet, neither spreading nor going out, burning quietly.

The rest coalesced in the air, transforming into a Fire Dragon —with a head, horns, wings, and claws, every scale clearly visible.

The Fire Dragon flapped its wings, and the scorching heat it emitted distorted Transfiguration the surrounding air.

A small ball of Fiendfyre appeared in the old wizard's hand.

The flame flickered between his fingers, sometimes rolling across the back of his hand, sometimes sliding across his fingertips, but it didn't hurt his skin at all.

It's like playing with an object, relaxed and carefree.

Watching the Fiendfyre shift and change so nimbly, Lucien felt a sense of unease.

If it's just a simple Fiendfyre, that's not difficult. Anyone can unleash fire as long as they have some basic knowledge of Dark Magic.

However, controlling the released Fiendfyre and giving them form is a completely different level of difficulty.

Many wizards, after unleashing Fiendfyre, are unable to control it, allowing it to grow wildly and eventually burn everything—including themselves.

As for casually handling the Fiendfyre in his palm...

Lucien narrowed his eyes slightly.

We'll see if it can turn blue.

Raise your right hand.

At his fingertips, a blue wave pattern suddenly lit up—it was a water element magic pattern, a mark of control over the water element.

As Lucien raised his hand, the sea around the reef momentarily froze.

That wasn't a visual illusion; it was genuine stillness.

Elemental magic is enhanced in environments where the corresponding element is abundant.

This place is surrounded by the sea on all sides.

In the next instant, several thick streams of water burst forth from the sea surface, like dragons emerging from the ocean, drawing huge arcs in the air and soaring straight into the sky.

The water refracted rainbow-like light under the sunlight, creating a stark Fiendfyre with the crimson flames on the opposite side.