The battle between Roy and Aisling left Professor McGonagall unable to calm down for a long time after the match ended.
She sat in her office and brewed herself a cup of black tea. Every move the two had exchanged kept replaying in her mind. Aisling's style was far too similar to Grindelwald's in his youth—whether it was her precise, powerful spells or her ability to predict the situation across the entire field in advance. Professor McGonagall knew that Grindelwald possessed an exceptionally frightening gift for prophecy. Now, it seemed Aisling had exactly the same ability.
Then there was that Fiendfyre Curse. The scene had been chaotic, but as a professor, there was no way she could fail to recognize what magic Aisling had used. The moment she thought of the atrocities Grindelwald had committed with Fiendfyre, a terrible memory immediately surfaced. The inferno Grindelwald had unleashed in Paris back then had burned countless opponents to death. Even Newt and Theseus had nearly failed to escape. Aisling usually seemed far more sensible than Roy, yet when it came to the match, she had been the one to use Dark magic first.
At that thought, Professor McGonagall's head began to ache terribly, and she silently sighed.
"I need to talk to Dumbledore."
She stood up, set down her tea, and headed for Dumbledore's office. Still, even if Aisling really did become the next Grindelwald, at least there was Roy, that absurdly talented "Little Dumbledore."
But the moment she thought of Roy, Professor McGonagall's headache worsened.
Roy's illusion magic at the end had indeed looked exactly like something Dumbledore would have done in his youth, but that kick that sent Elliott flying...
Professor McGonagall thought back carefully. When Dumbledore had fought Grindelwald back then, he probably had not pulled out the Gryffindor