The instant the wand landed in his hand, Zhang Xiao whipped it through an arc.
Enhanced by the clear-minded state, his spell became markedly more powerful. The shock wave of the Knockback Jinx instantly swept aside the surrounding dandelions.
It carved out a strikingly clear path as it raced toward Dumbledore.
Dumbledore finally took his hand away from the ring and raised a single finger, holding it upright before him.
Yet the ferocious, surging Knockback Jinx struck as though against mountains that had stood unchanged for eternity, splitting apart before Dumbledore.
The Knockback Jinx carried countless dandelions soaring into the sky behind him, creating a strangely poignant beauty.
The old man and the boy stood facing each other in silence, dandelions drifting and dancing all around them.
With Zhang Xiao's position at the center, the surrounding dandelions lay flattened outward in a neat circle, exposing the soil beneath.
Dumbledore looked pained. A faint haze seemed to veil his once-clear Azure eyes, lending his face a somewhat savage look.
He opened his mouth, making strange, rasping sounds.
After three years of diligent study, Zhang Xiao was no longer the ignorant boy who knew nothing about magic. On the contrary, after three years of studying so intently that he forgot to eat or sleep, aided by his mind palace-
His understanding of magic, particularly spelllessness, had long since surpassed that of an ordinary seventh-year.
The essence of magic was to bend reality according to one's will. Thus, once someone became powerful enough, they would be like Dumbledore.
He could follow his every desire without overstepping the bounds; everything he did and thought was magic.
Over the long years, using magic had become almost instinctive for them. A mere thought was enough to achieve what they wanted.
An outstanding wizard necessarily possessed a