"Within that area, it can both buffer incoming spells and continuously dispel the opponent's persistent spells, simultaneously suppressing the opponent's spellcasting rhythm."
"That's Dumbledore's most well-known Composite Spell, a combination of [ Protego Totalum ] and [ Finite Incantatem ], called [Compound Wide Guardian]."
"Of course, this isn't a secret," the tall wizard added.
"Isn't that just two spells stacked together?" the young witch asked.
"It's different." The tall wizard shook his head. "Stacking involves casting two spells sequentially, but the effects are separate."
"Combination is the merging of two spells into one; its effect often results in a sum greater than ten."
"And this kind of spell," the tall male wizard from the International Confederation of Wizards, his expression becoming even more complicated than before.
"You can never learn from anywhere else; you can only understand it yourself, because that kind of understanding cannot be replicated, just like you can't force one person's breathing method into another person's mouth."
He looked back at the light screen. "And what this... this gentleman is doing is merging at least two spells into one."
The main hall was quiet for a moment, then erupted into chaos.
None of you here are ignorant, yet many of you are hearing this news for the first time.
" Composite Spell? I've lived for seventy years and have only ever read about them in books!"
"Isn't this something only wizards with exceptional talent and strength can master?"
"Who exactly is he?! How can he know everything?!"
" Merlin's beard... I thought he was just a pretty powerful Auror..."
Fudge stood there, his expression shifting unpredictably.
He felt that the shock he had experienced today was almost beyond what a Minister for Magic could bear.
First, Dumbledore the Veritaserum, then Hogwarts was attacked, and then this mysterious man appeared wearing a fox mask, able to use the Flight Spell, recognized by Ravenclaw, and now still casting Composite Spell...
Meanwhile, Allen, hidden behind the screen, was unaware that he was being watched and commented on by hundreds of people. He was still focused on reciting that incredibly long incantation.
He could feel the magic power within him surging at an almost boiling rate.
The last vestiges of Quirrell's consciousness intertwined with the knowledge and magic bestowed upon him by Ravenclaw, forming a rapidly spinning vortex within his magical core.
Endless blue light erupted from the eagle behind him, and the amount of magic power within him became somewhat uncontrollable under Ravenclaw's forceful enhancement.
A fiery blue light shone through his eyes, his trench coat began to billow wildly, and silver-blue magic swirled around his wand.
As the last syllable fell, Allen could feel the spell was complete; all that remained was to release it.
He gently raised his wand.
[ Levitation Charm × Blasting Curse ]...
It was as if a comforting and relieved voice rang in his ears, like a gentle breeze whispering softly.
It's truly a pity that the insights gained in youth only shine brightly after death...
The sound grew softer and softer until it was completely inaudible.
'Then let's call this spell...'
"--[Compound·Floating Gate Thousand Tremors]." Allen picked up where Quirrell left off, speaking slowly.
The entire Black Lake trembled violently.
All the ripples on the lake surface froze for a second at the same instant, as if time itself had paused briefly in that body of water.
Immediately afterwards, a deep humming sound came from the depths of the lake, as if some extremely powerful force was surging up from the bottom of the lake, and the entire lake surface was shaking.
The ripples were no longer the delicate, fragmented waves, but rather enormous, circular waves that spread outwards from the center of the lake, crashing against the rocks on the shore with a dull thud.
"... What's going on?" A witch outside the light screen instinctively took a half step back, as if afraid that the water curtain would break through the light screen and splash onto her.
But then, an even more breathtaking scene unfolded—the water level of the entire Black Lake began to rise slowly!
It was as if an invisible, gigantic hand was supporting the lakebed, slowly lifting the entire lake away from its bed.
The water ripples refracted the sunlight into countless fragmented points of light, sparkling like thousands of gems rising simultaneously.
Bubbles burst open as the water rose, making a series of rapid "plop plop" sounds, like a downpour being accelerated.
Countless fish and shrimp darted frantically through the water, their silvery scales shimmering in the churning currents.
A gigantic squid was swept up in the rising water, its countless tentacles flailing futilely, casting distorted and swaying shadows in the sunlight filtering through the water's surface.
Then came a series of muffled thuds from the depths of the water, as if something had exploded in the center of the lake.
Explosions erupted one after another in the rising water, muffled and dense, as if a whole field of thunder had been compressed into the suspended lake.
Water splashes everywhere, and huge waves churn and crash within the transparent water, creating spectacular aerial waterfalls.
Each explosive shockwave triggers new oscillations within the water layer, layer upon layer, amplifying each other.
The vast Black Lake began to tremble violently, and ripples burst across its surface.
The sunlight was sliced into countless fragments by the bursting water curtains, weaving a flowing rainbow in the sky above Hogwarts.
Allen, of course, avoided the aquatic animals. His mental power precisely controlled the range of each explosion, ensuring that the fish, shrimp, and the giant squid remained safely inside the cavity.
" Merlin's beard..." someone murmured from outside the light screen.
The main hall remained silent, with only the faint roar of the massive water flow coming through the light screen, carrying a chilling sense of power.
"The entire Black Lake... has been lifted up!"
"What were those explosions?! What's at the bottom of the lake?!"
"Is that Levitation Charm or Blasting Curse?! How can he do both?!"
The white-haired old man from Wizengamot slowly sat back in his chair, his lips trembling slightly, as if he were muttering words that hadn't been mentioned in many years.
The International Confederation of Wizards representative next to him leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the lake water that trembled slightly in the air, and he didn't look away for a long time.
Hundreds of eyes craned upwards, watching the lake being lifted off the ground and exploding repeatedly in the air.
The black figure hovering in mid-air appeared as small as a speck of dust in front of the body of water that had been lifted into the sky.
But his figure was incredibly eye-catching; the fox-faced figure wielding a magic wand and controlling the Black Lake amidst the blazing blue light captivated everyone's attention.
Like... a god!