Pure Fire

Harry could only feel speechless.

Madame Vokanova was clearly terrified, trembling all over, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

But her mouth was not afraid.

Under Dumbledore's magical pressure, she looked as though she had nearly collapsed.

But her mouth remained perfectly intact.

Now, with Dumbledore silent in a way that clearly heralded the calm before the storm,

she was even preparing to say something more.

Harry instinctively took a step back.

So he would not get blood splattered on him.

However, something disappointing happened.

"Shut up!" Ilvas stepped forward and barked harshly.

Madame Vokanova's mouth snapped shut.

So quickly that Harry did not even see it happen.

Then Ilvas made an apologetic gesture toward Dumbledore. "I'm very sorry. Our headmistress was so unnerved by the news you told us earlier that she became muddled.

Allow me to explain the points you need to keep in mind when choosing a development path.

No matter how close people are, there is always distance between them.

Even between blood brothers, even between parents and children.

Much less between us and the fans who grant us Affection Power.

Admiration is forever the greatest distance.

Besides good wishes, those development paths contain another version of us, one vastly different from who we are.

So before choosing a development path, you must understand what exactly the you corresponding to that path is like." Ilvas's words seemed to make Dumbledore much more amiable.

His hand also came out of his pocket.

Though Harry thought it looked very much like a hand gripping a wand.

"Very good. Ilvas is right.

This magic is divided into three steps.

The first step is perception.

The second is formation.

The third is fusion.

Perception means sensing the Affection Power.

And separating it.

The second step, formation, is when the separated Affection Power—