At the bottom of the pipe, in the empty tunnel, pitch-black flames flickered in the air.
Harry's eyes gleamed as he looked at the Fiendfyre before him, reputed to be one of the most terrifying forms of dark magic, and clicked his tongue in wonder.
It worked. It actually worked.
The incantation and magical structure for Fiendfyre came from the memories and knowledge of Ravenclaw he had just obtained.
But unlike the memories he had previously obtained from Neil, this inheritance of Ravenclaw's memories seemed to contain more than mere information. It also seemed to carry...
Harry hesitated, thinking of a term that appeared in games-proficiency.
Yes, proficiency.
After obtaining Ravenclaw's memories and information, he had instantly mastered a great deal of ancient magic and ancient sorcery. There was modern magic too, though it was all very, very old.
That was normal. After all, it was magic from the era of the Four Founders.
Yet these spells seemed to require no further learning or mastering on his part. Instead, he had directly acquired Ravenclaw's former level of skill, displaying extraordinary proficiency.
The Fiendfyre spell before him was one example.
Harry had heard about this magic from Sirius and many others, and had also come across indirect mentions in some books. Although they provided neither the incantation nor the magical structure, there were plenty of descriptions of its danger and difficulty.
In every account, whether from people, books, or articles, Fiendfyre was extremely difficult to master.
Of those who used this magic, six or seven out of ten were often listed as having died from its backlash.
This stemmed from the properties of the dark magic known as Fiendfyre.
First, although this dark magic had a Counter-Spell, the Counter-Spell did not produce immediate results. Instead, the Fiendfyre had to be confined