That Ravenclaw fellow did have some intelligence, but only so much.
Abandon bloodlines and talk emptily of will-how could that make anyone a god?
Wizards were gods!
But whether someone could become a wizard was determined by their bloodline in the first place!
Salazar devoted an entire page of his notes to explaining this view, his tone carrying a prophet-like sense of superiority.
"This old snake certainly had plenty to write." Gerald turned another page.
On the second page, he found the complete incantation for an Ancient Magic spell.
"Frostbite Breath (Gelu Morsus)."
Beneath this incantation, Slytherin had added a note in small handwriting.
"An extremely powerful Ancient Magic spell capable of instantly freezing every living creature within a radius of several hundred feet. I once used it to freeze a Dragon outright. The Dragon's scales and flames offered no resistance to Frostbite Breath. Its wings froze into ice crystals, and it fell from a height of three hundred feet."
Freeze a Dragon?
Those words held Gerald's gaze firmly.
Even with his current cultivation, he would most likely be unable to subdue an adult Dragon alone.
It was not because Gerald was weak. The power of the Thunder-Summoning Art and Golden Light Mantra had already been amply demonstrated in his battle against the Basilisk.
It was simply that, although the Dragons of the Harry Potter world were far weaker than the powerful Demonic Beasts in cultivation novels, they were still beyond the ability of ordinary wizards to subdue.
In the original story, even well-trained Aurors mostly chose special methods to deal with Fire Dragons rather than confront them head-on.
Yet this Ancient Magic could freeze a Dragon outright.
Learn it. I absolutely have to learn this spell!
Gerald made his decision without hesitation.
He continued flipping through the pages and