The Blessed Four
War Magic, also known as group magic.
They are powerful spells that require multiple wizards to work together to cast.
What they learned in this Triwizard Tournament were three powerful blessings.
They are respectively applied to the wizard's power, speed, and defense.
A skilled sorcerer can digest the incantation and make it his own.
It also blesses other aspects.
Just like in this competition, Phoebe enhanced her charm and later temporarily modified the Veela bloodline.
Krum infused it into his flying broom, and subsequently used it to complete the full Human Transfiguration.
Ilvas, on the other hand, directly transformed it into an amplification of the spell.
Judging from the level of performance of the four schools in the first group competition, the individual competition, and even the subsequent third individual competition.
The order from highest to lowest should be:
Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, Castelobruxo.
Now, Professor Riddle has received the strongest Hogwarts blessing.
The second-ranked Durmstrang is Grindelwald, which is understandable.
After all, he had the dual identity of being the mother of Dumbledore's children and the leader of Durmstrang.
But why would Dumbledore receive the blessing from the weakest of Castelobruxo?
Instead of him, the support who never shows himself in the Mirror World?
Harry couldn't understand.
Ron speculated, "Is it possible that the difference between the third and fourth is not significant?"
In addition, considering that you would like to support him, Dumbledore will bestow the third Beauxbatons group magic blessing.
Harry was shocked that Ron had finally come to his senses, but he didn't agree with his statement.
However, it wasn't until Harry and Dumbledore left the Great Hall and arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, in front of a small wooden cabin that had been built at some unknown time, that they came to see them.
His doubts remained unresolved.
He had considered asking Dumbledore.
But I never had the chance.
The simultaneous appearance of Professor Riddle and Grindelwald seemed to activate some wonderful chemical reaction.
Along the way, apart from Dumbledore pointing out some precautions,
Almost no one spoke.
The other students and professors remained in the Great Hall.
It seems that the ritual of War Magic has already begun.
A magical tide, like the ocean, surged and ebbed in the Great Hall.
They followed Dumbledore's directions and went into the cabin. The cabin was larger than they had imagined.
It was clearly subjected to a spatial expansion spell similar to the Undetectable Extension Charm.
The interior decoration of the wooden house is also quite unique.
There was no furniture inside; the floor, ceiling, and walls were all made of smooth mirrors.
"So, this is the starting point."
After we've absorbed the blessing, we'll travel to Azkaban through the Mirror World. Grindelwald squinted, looking the room up and down.
"In fact, I don't understand why Hagrid stayed at Hogwarts."
He remains powerful even outside the Forbidden Forest.
It is an indispensable part of our direct confrontation with Voldemort.
Hogwarts itself is a very powerful magical structure.
Even at the height of Voldemort's power—I'm referring to him personally and at the peak of his influence—this applies to Voldemort himself.
Under these circumstances, he would not be able to conquer Hogwarts in a short time.
"Besides, he's all alone now." Riddle, who had been silent all along, couldn't help but say.
"Actually, I was the one who was originally going to stay," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Oh?" Grindelwald turned his head, raising his eyebrows.
"See, that's why. I can't let him go." Dumbledore shrugged. "Besides, Hogwarts needs to have a wizard of my caliber."
As the master of the Forbidden Forest, which has been with Hogwarts for a thousand years and has almost become one with it, Hagrid's role in staying at Hogwarts is not limited to just defense.
The power of Hogwarts that I have received is far greater than that of any headmaster ever recognized by this ancient building.
Dumbledore paused, his azure eyes seemingly piercing through the void, seeing a thousand miles away, in the center of the North Sea, the island that was gradually emerging.
"Alright. Led by Moody and Arthur, members of the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix have begun the blockade in the North Sea."
"It's time for us to begin."
As his words fell, a gray, turbid stream formed by the fusion of the three-colored blessings traversed space.
It appeared out of thin air.
The four people present were surrounded.
Grindelwald gracefully and calmly drew a circle with his wand, and a circle of blue flames appeared on the ground in response.
The gray, turbid current that belonged to him was swallowed up by it, gradually expanding and transforming into a monster with long horns, a dragon's head, and wings on its back.
The monster's form gradually solidified and finally merged into his body.
Grindelwald blinked, a flash of azure blue, different from Dumbledore's, passing by.
Dumbledore didn't use his wand; as the grey murky current approached him, only an elegant, ethereal phoenix cry rang out. Then it vanished into thin air. As if it had never existed in the first place.
Riddle's digestive movements were the most exaggerated.
The gray, turbid stream entered his body.
It seems to have awakened some terrifying presence once again.
A corrupting magic emerged, the opposite of Riddle's holy magic that rejected all evil.
A cross, as white as marble, appeared behind him, with golden chains binding another version of himself to it.
That corrupting magic originated from the other self who was bound.
Finally, they all turned into black flames, which Riddle inhaled into his mouth and nose.
Riddle became even more divine.
Every pore seems to be glowing.
Harry, on the other hand, had time to observe others.
It's all because of one thing.
Deep within his soul, the silver words that had not yet fully merged with him:
Hercules
Those blessings were seen as the goal.
He himself did not have any real sense of reality.
Only the constant filling of contentment, and the ease of no longer needing to use lies to shield one's ramblings.
After he finished observing the strange behavior of the other three people, he came to his senses.
He then realized that he had unknowingly absorbed all the blessings.
The magic that promoted the title and the blessing outside of him was all transformed into tangible magic.
In a daze, he seemed to have the illusion that he had become one with the Resurrection Stone before.
Aside from being inferior in quality, his magical power was now as vast as the sea.
He relinquished the right to resurrect the gods and moved closer to Hogwarts; by then, his power was already incredibly close.
"Harry, we can begin." Dumbledore's azure eyes gleamed with an indescribable heat. "You should know the location. Your connection with Voldemort will guide you."
Harry nodded and, under the watchful eyes of the three, disappeared into the mirror beneath his feet.
It was another familiar darkness.
Countless Winky 'doors' in the darkness seemed to beckon to him.
But Harry tried to silently chant Azkaban but received no response from the 'door'.
I shook my head and followed my instincts.
He didn't 'think' about Voldemort.
Instead, she murmured softly, as if guided by a divine inspiration, "Bella."
Suddenly, a door appeared in front of him.
Pushing it open means entering the corresponding reality through it.
Pulling it open allows you to enter the corresponding mirror surface.
Harry opened the door.
It was a vast and boundless sea.
The area was surrounded by small, unmanned boats.
Not far away, a small island gradually emerged from the mist.