The milky-white light fluctuated violently as Zhang Xiao regained consciousness, then rapidly gathered together like water drawn into a whale's mouth.
At last, it condensed into a bright orb in Zhang Xiao's hand.
All around him was pitch-black, like an endless void. Looking at the orb in his hand, Zhang Xiao's expression became indescribably complicated.
It was something like a collection of positive emotions. That was why he had felt so happy, so warm, unable to resist losing himself in it.
Or rather, he had already lost himself in it.
If those repeated calls had not forcibly pulled him out, he would probably have been assimilated into this orb.
Only now did Zhang Xiao finally understand what his grandfather had meant by "renown."
If he had not made himself known to the whole world during Super Flame, stunning everyone with his extraordinary performance,
And gained immense "reputation," his fate would still have been assimilation.
That reputation acted like an anchor, securing his existence and keeping his spiritual essence from fading.
Had Grandfather foreseen this happening?
Was it divination?
Perhaps he ought to find some time to have a proper talk with his grandfather.
Zhang Xiao gazed at the orb. He now understood where it had come from: Glove Lady had given it to him. Even those words-
"I entrust the future to you."
-were recorded clearly within it. More importantly, the memory that had remained sealed all this time was finally unlocked at this very moment.
Zhang Xiao drew a deep breath, and the orb dissolved into endless streams of light that slowly sank into his body.
He could leave the thinking for later. Right now, the most important thing was to deal with Voldemort.
Voldemort laughed wildly. He had just blasted Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick away with