The Terrifying Dumbledore

Professor Flitwick stared at William with deep bewilderment, as if trying to glean something from his face.

This surge in combat power is definitely not normal.

The first element of combat is to stay focused; this is what he taught William on the very first day.

But Professor Flitwick needed to clear his mind for a moment to calm his inner shock.

Let alone first-year wizards, many students who are about to graduate still just stand there, waving their wands randomly like baboons, completely unaware of the essence of wizarding combat.

Professor Flitwick could take out a whole bunch of those wizards with a single move.

William's fighting style, though limited by his age and still quite immature overall, has already reached the basics.

Professor Flitwick would get distracted during training, but William wouldn't. Countless beatings reminded him that the consequences of being distracted would be dire.

William continued walking, his wand spinning, and the eight panes of glass shattered, coalescing like a snowball.

"Oppugno!"

The glass condensed into countless sharp spikes, shooting out like bullets, and soon the shards occupied most of the classroom space.

Although Professor Flitwick was distracted, his combat experience was immense, and after taking the first round of blows, his right wrist trembled involuntarily.

Without warning, the classroom creaked and groaned. He flicked his wand upwards, as if fishing out a giant whale from the deep sea, and suddenly struck the glass panel in mid-air.

William sensed something was wrong and retreated with all his might, his feet taking a series of messy little steps. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the classroom, he finally managed to steady himself, swallowing back a mouthful of blood, but his wand remained completely still.

Professor Flitwick did not rush to pursue, but remained motionless.

This is the unexpected incident mentioned earlier. When Professor Flitwick was distracted, his subconscious reaction was to unleash a powerful spell. This rebound caused William considerable injury.

After a moment, Professor Flitwick excitedly asked, "I gave you thirty seconds to rest, are you still going to fight?"

William gripped his wand in his right hand and nodded firmly; this was exactly the kind of training he needed.

He didn't believe that the kind of thing where you cast a spell and I cast a spell back could produce any kind of combat master.

Upon seeing this, Professor Flitwick smiled with a hint of appreciation.

"William, your strength exceeds my expectations, so I will no longer treat you like a child."

William didn't answer, and once again sprinted like a madman, showcasing the full extent of his training over the past month. However, his curse was easily broken by Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick seemed intent on seeing what he could do, remaining completely defensive, waiting for the moment his magic ran out before decisively deciding the outcome.

This torment is like a magic wand pointed at your head, yet it doesn't allow you to breathe.

But an accident happened.

This was never intended to be a classroom for fighting. The room's load-bearing beams, after withstanding several spell impacts, were struck by a magical arrow cast by Flitwick, piercing half a meter and carving out a two-meter-long crack.

William caught a glimpse of the roof beam moving out of the corner of his eye and knew something was wrong. He forcibly suppressed the urge to retaliate and retreated again and again.

Professor Flitwick's second volley of arrows, like a barrage of arrows, had already been fired.

A sudden gust of wind arose, and countless arrows converged in a single direction, forming a posture of worship, as if all magic had been drawn to them.

Dumbledore appeared gracefully, with an indescribable elegance.

He casually "grabbed" William's wand, stood still, and pointed slightly. The cracks in the classroom beams immediately Reparo, as if no battle had ever taken place.

Dumbledore stood between William and Flitwick, his purple robes billowing and swelling like a ball, as he took the brunt of countless magical arrows.

A ripple spreads outwards from the toes of his black boots, raising dust and causing his beard to flutter, yet the old man's imposing figure remained completely still. The magic flowing within his robes not only did not diminish but instead swelled, expanding once more.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry, I went a bit too far just now," Professor Flitwick quickly apologized.

Dumbledore, his hands hanging down, his robes billowing silently without wind. He returned the wand to William and stood quietly beside him.

"Filius, I've been looking for you for so long, I never expected to find you here."

"Professor, what happened?"

"Yes, a child from Ravenclaw House died."

"Dumbledore said sadly."

"What? How is this possible?" Professor Flitwick's hands trembled violently, and his voice became shrill.

Dumbledore quickly recounted the events, making no attempt to conceal anything from William.

"Who did this?" For a moment, Professor Flitwick was moved to tears.

"It's not clear yet," Dumbledore said. "Go to Ravenclaw House and maintain order."

"Okay." Professor Flitwick quickly ran outside on his short legs.

But after running only a couple of steps, he turned around and said, "William, let's go. You're coming back to Ravenclaw House with me. It's too dangerous out there."

William and Dumbledore spoke at the same time.

"I have something to discuss with the principal."

I have something else to ask William.

Professor Flitwick left, seemingly puzzled, while Dumbledore's blue eyes scrutinized William.

"William, your skills in Defence Against Dark Magic are very proficient."

"Of course, Professor, I've been training with Professor Flitwick for over a month now," William said cheerfully.

William raised his right hand and showed Professor Dumbledore the Bronze Ring on his index finger.

Dumbledore's hands trembled, but he quickly recognized the ring. After a moment's thought, he understood everything, without needing William to elaborate further.

To be honest, after seeing this scene so many times, William used to find the principal's expression funny, but now it just feels terrifying.

Dumbledore terrifying.

Even though Robert had just died, and Professor Tywin's body might not have been discovered yet, William could quickly understand everything from just one sentence.

It's as if Dumbledore knows everything.

But he's stuck in a loop, and he still has no memory.

William even felt that Dumbledore might have had a general idea before Tywin's death, but simply let it go, waiting for the final moment.

While talking to someone with such near-supernatural intelligence is less strenuous, caution is still necessary. Dumbledore's most terrifying trait is not his combat prowess, which is merely an added bonus; his greatest strength lies in his intellect.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then finally asked, "So what are you going to do next?"

William thought for a moment and said, "According to the plan, I need to learn Transfiguration from Professor McGonagall this afternoon, so..."

"I will instruct Professor McGonagall," Professor Dumbledore nodded.

Dumbledore was going to the Ministry of Magic and couldn't stay at the school, while Professor McGonagall had to temporarily manage the school. Without Dumbledore's message, she wouldn't have been able to teach William Transfiguration at this particular time.

William turned and walked out of the classroom.

"William," Dumbledore's voice rang out, "I think I told you this before, didn't I?"

"They always say, 'For a greater goal!'"

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