Hermione suppressed the wild joy in her heart and raised her hand without even drawing her wand.
Magical power flowed along her fingertips.
Whoosh!
An identical mass of icy-blue cold flame ignited in her palm, flickering eerily and radiating a chill that made the soul tremble.
Grindelwald and Dumbledore froze at the same time.
They stared fixedly at the flame in Hermione's hand, then exchanged a glance, each seeing the same existential doubt in the other's eyes.
"You..."
Grindelwald had no idea what to say.
This was a highly complex compound spell that he and Albus had worked together to develop, spending an entire month on it and failing countless times before finally managing to create it.
And this girl had cast it after seeing it just once?
"What a little monster." Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile. "Gellert, we have to admit that her magical talent far exceeds ours combined."
For once, Grindelwald did not argue. He simply put away his wand in silence.
He was now thoroughly convinced.
"Since this spell was developed specifically for you," Dumbledore said, looking at Hermione, "why don't you give it a name?"
As Hermione watched the icy-blue flame dancing in her palm, a decidedly mischievous thought suddenly popped into her head.
"Then let's call it... the Heavenly Blue Ice Flame!"
Her lips curled upward, and she blurted it out.
Who cares if it belongs to a different story? Let's just see whether it works exactly the same!
Over these past days, she had taken advantage of her exchanges with these two old geezers to record quite a few obscure spells she had never seen before in her Spellbook.
But without question, this new spell, which combined the fruits of both men's efforts, was the most valuable of them all.
*Huh,