Wolsta's gaze sharpened as she looked at Harry.
A wizard's growth was almost directly tied to age. As a top wizard-at least in her own estimation-Wolsta knew this very clearly.
Even legendary wizards could not have matched an ordinary, accomplished adult wizard at fifteen or sixteen. If nothing else, their magical power simply could not keep up.
The same spell cast by a powerful wizard and a young wizard with little magical power would undoubtedly be worlds apart. As Professor Moody had once said in class, if the young wizards there used the Killing Curse on him, they might only give him a slight nosebleed.
And most powerful spells required powerful magic to support them.
Yet in her clash of sword and shield with Harry just now, although her shield had withstood his Sword Beam Charm, she could clearly feel that it was on the verge of collapse, just a little short of shattering.
That shield of hers had been refined over several decades by an Australian wizard after obtaining a deity's magical device. It was exceptionally effective, yet it had nearly collapsed against what she considered an antiquated Sword Beam Charm.
Didn't that mean his magical power was not much weaker than hers?
The idea that a half-grown boy's magical power could rival or even exceed her own had never entered Wolsta's mind.
But even this was enough for Wolsta to reach an immediate conclusion.
Under normal circumstances, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old child could never possess such powerful magic. Didn't this prove the school's suspicions? The thing connected to a deity was in his hands.
That was precisely why this brat had managed to escape a situation in which even former Headmaster Weir Hallen had died.
Only that could explain this brat's magical power.
"He's got it!" Wolsta's reasonably