"So Vaughn had trained me to be this strong—turns out I wasn't weak at all. Vaughn was just too powerful!"
He shouted another incantation and fired a Dancing Charm, watching Draco Malfoy struggle desperately under his fierce assault, battered and utterly disheveled.
Harry's spirits suddenly soared. He spoke at a rapid pace and cast a precise, vicious Disarming Charm. The instant Draco barely dodged it, he blurted out a Petrification Charm, striking Draco while he was off-balance and unable to evade.
Draco's entire body stiffened, and he crashed heavily to the ground!
Crack!
When Dumbledore materialized from thin air, what met his eyes was not his intended destination, Diagon Alley, but the sky, the earth, and even the distant mountains and ocean.
All of them had lost their original forms.
Threads of unknown origin and destination intertwined, tangled, knotted, and scattered through every inch of space, winding around every wisp of air.
The entire world had become an incomparably complex web!
Yet Dumbledore was not surprised by such a bizarre sight. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed softly. "Fate..."
Yes, this was what "fate" looked like in his eyes.
No—it should have been said that this was only a partial view!
No one knew fate's true form. Even the earliest ancient wizards, figures who had become legends in Muggle mythology, saw fate no differently from him.
One could glimpse this from the descriptions of gods who governed fate in Muggle myths.
Ever since he had obtained the magic to glimpse fate on the Path of Legend, Dumbledore had grown accustomed to this perspective over the decades, as well as the reason it appeared. It usually meant that he had stepped into the vortex surrounding a Child of Fate.
He stretched out his hand and watched several threads