Ethan looked at the tennis-ball-sized red fireball in his left hand, then raised his right hand. A black fireball of the sa size appeared in his palm.
He slowly brought the two fireballs together, and the red and black flas instantly rged into a slightly larger black fireball. The result surprised him.
"Is black really that much more powerful than red?" he muttered.
After dispelling the fireball, he confidently summoned the blue fla over the lake.
This ti it was just as successful. He easily grasped the blue fla in his hand.
Even better, unlike last ti, when grabbing the fla had left his palms covered in ash, now he simply waved his hand and thought, Fly into my hand.
Propelled by magic and sheer will, the blue fla obediently rose from the water and settled into his palm, exactly as he had expected.
"Good boy." He touched the fla as if petting an obedient dog.
But flas weren't physical. Beyond the warmth, there was nothing to actually feel.
His hand passed right through the flas, and even when his sleeve brushed against them, it didn't catch fire.
When the two flas collided again, the black fla grew slightly larger than the red, but otherwise the result was much the sa.
"I guess I need to actually develop this innate fla," he mused. The result was both surprising and expected. After seeing how the Incendio spell had interacted with his Black Fla, he'd known his innate fla wasn't ordinary, but he hadn't expected it to be quite this dominant.
He wondered, How does the Black Fla compare to Fiendfyre and Gubraithian Fire? Will it still have the edge?
Those two flas, one Dark and the other standard spellwork, were probably the most powerful magical fires in the world.
He washed the ash from his hands in the lake, then used a Levitation Charm to pull up a large volu of water, washing away any evidence before heading back to the castle.
Humming to himself, Ethan strolled back to his dorm, tossed his bag aside, dropped into a chair, and crossed his legs, bouncing his foot.
"You're in a good mood," Draco said. He'd just returned to grab so snacks. "What happened?"
"Nothing, I'm just happy!" Ethan grinned, his smile brilliant.
"Fine, don't tell ," Malfoy sneered, grabbing a few bags of snacks and heading out to continue schmoozing with the other important students.
Ethan just smirked, his good mood untouched.
Better yet, he conjured a fireball in each hand, closed his eyes, and humd tunes no one else knew.
This went on for quite a while; when Draco ca in for another snack, he was still like that.
A terrified Goyle whispered to Draco, "Draco, is he mad?"
Crabbe, standing next to him, nodded vigorously. He thought the sa.
Draco glanced at the fireball hovering in Ethan's hand, his gray eyes sowhat worried that the two fireballs might accidentally burn down the dormitory.
He shook his head. "I don't know. Who knows what's wrong with him this ti? Let's ignore him for now; he should be fine after a good night's sleep."
Ethan heard every word, but he was in such a good mood that he remained lost in his own thoughts and had no intention of arguing with them.
The next day, Ethan was woken up by his roommate.
"Wake up, Ethan, wake up!"
He'd been sound asleep, lost in a beautiful dream, when soone shook him awake. He looked annoyed. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Why did you wake up?"
"You kept laughing. It was terrifying. You woke us all up, and now we're too scared to sleep." Draco was hugging a pillow. Behind him, Goyle and Crabbe stood in their pajamas, also clutching pillows.
"Is it really that scary? Was I laughing that loud? I didn't feel anything." Ethan suspected he was exaggerating.
"Really, it's terrifying! Let show you." Draco, afraid Ethan wouldn't believe him, did his best to imitate the laugh.
"Hehehe!"
"All right, all right. Did you two really hear that kind of laugh?" Ethan was getting creeped out and quickly stopped Draco, turning to the two behind him.
The two nodded, looking frightened.
"All right, you two go back to sleep. I should get up anyway." He glanced at the wall clock; it was already seven, and his alarm was set for seven-fifteen.
Going back to sleep and recapturing the dream was obviously unrealistic, especially since he had already promised Hermione.
He gave up on sleep, got up quickly, washed up, grabbed his backpack, and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.
As he walked up from the dungeons, he was still lingering on his interrupted dream. "What a pity," he muttered. "I was rampaging across the earth, storming heaven, killing archangels left and right. I was about to face God himself when I woke up."
He sighed. Would he ever dream so vividly again?
After breakfast, he packed so food, t up with Hermione, and headed for Hagrid's hut.
He kept up a steady stream of conversation to calm Hermione's nerves about eting Hagrid for the first ti.
"Hagrid! Hagrid! I'm here again!" Ethan called out. Hermione hung back about a hundred ters, waiting for him to finish.
"Nobody ho? Did he go to the Forbidden Forest again?" He pressed his ear to the wooden door but heard no sign of Fang.
He waved at Hermione.
"Is sothing wrong? Is Hagrid not here?" Hermione asked, trotting over to join him.
He nodded, found two logs of suitable size, and sat down by the doorway. "Hmm, he's probably gone into the Forbidden Forest for firewood. Let's wait here."
Soon, the sound of a dog barking drifted from the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
"Hagrid's back. That's his dog, Fang. Don't worry, he won't bite you."
He introduced the dog to Hermione. She looked a little pale, so he reassured her that Fang was harmless.
Sure enough, with Ethan there, Fang didn't just refrain from biting; he completely ignored Hermione. The mont Hagrid loosened the rope, Fang bolted from the edge of the Forbidden Forest straight to Ethan's side, trying to lick his face again.
"All right, Fang, that's enough." Ethan was too weak to stop the dog, who towered over him on his hind legs, and could only endure the slobber covering his face.
Ethan gave her a wounded look, his aning obvious: I'm suffering this for your sake.
Hermione chuckled at his pitiful expression.
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