"rlin, what do you intend to do?" Dumbledore whispered, the Elder Wand in his hand instantly aid at rlin. His eyes revealed a hint of caution and vigilance.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, you are quite alert." rlin maintained the form of a child, yet at this mont, this body emanated a trendously oppressive force.
Nicolas Flal also imdiately took out his magic wand and stood side by side with Dumbledore.
rlin lightly rubbed his hands together.
And in the next mont.
Dumbledore took the initiative to cast a spell—attacking the Wizard King was definitely not without pressure, but Gryffindor’s finest graduate never lacked courage.
In an instant.
A beam of red light shot towards rlin.
The air where the light beam passed slightly twisted from being scorched. Facing the legend from two thousand years ago, Dumbledore dared not be careless, while Nicolas Flal was casting defense magic for him.
The two cooperated well.
But rlin only laughed softly at this.
He was composed, slowly raised his hand, and with a slight flick of his fingertip, the golden light paused mid-air, as if restrained by an invisible force.
"A decent spell, but still not enough."
rlin said softly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.
"It’s not over yet." Dumbledore’s gaze remained calm, his wand moving once again. This ti, the magic he cast was more complex, the stone slabs on the ground began to shake violently, countless vines erged from the gaps, like green snakes, fiercely twisting towards rlin.
In response.
rlin did not dodge at all.
He simply stood there as the vines approached.
Without any visible action from the Wizard King, the vines began to swiftly wither just as they were about to touch him, turning into a pile of decayed residue.
Unlike the fight with Ian before, rlin now no longer needed hand seals, the progression over two thousand years clearly elevating his power to an unimaginable level.
And just at this mont.
"The wand is quite powerful."
rlin suddenly raised one hand, seemingly trying to wrest control of the Elder Wand from Dumbledore—seeing the Elder Wand unexpectedly responding, Dumbledore’s eyes only reflected a hint of astonishnt.
Dumbledore’s magic power surged like turbulent waves, beginning to oscillate and pull against rlin, the forces silently contending while the montum felt as imnse as a landslide and tsunami.
A rumbling noise echoed through the corridor.
Feeling small in the face of two terrifying magic powers, Nicolas Flal reluctantly withdrew from the battle. He started to manage the little wizards who peeked out to see what was happening from hearing the commotion.
All with a set of Stupefy, then moved back into their dorm rooms, the Alchemy Master was very adept at this operation, hinting he might have dealt in so shady trades before.
The battle continued.
"A Dragon Slayer Certificate legend... yet still possessing such magic power... Headmaster Dumbledore, you are undoubtedly among the top talents in history."
rlin’s expression was noticeably more relaxed than Dumbledore’s grave deanor.
In a flash.
He clenched his hand fiercely.
The Elder Wand flew into his hand under irresistible force.
"What a pity, even though I am but a remnant, I still reside in a higher realm than you." rlin looked down at the Elder Wand in his hand, sensing that the wand did not submit to him.
However.
This did not prevent him from raising the Elder Wand, seeming to prepare to cast his first spell throughout. From beginning to end, it was in this mont he looked truly ready to perform his magic.
In response.
Dumbledore did not feel despondent.
He watched rlin holding the Elder Wand as if he realized sothing.
"Without the Elder Wand, you cannot cast anything particularly complex?" Facing the possible attack from rlin, Dumbledore dropped his hands and casually asked.
In an instant.
rlin’s movents froze slightly.
"I have been avoiding, hiding... as for why, you will learn the reason... but not now." rlin raised his wand intending to cast Obliviate.
However.
Dumbledore and Nicolas Flal seed quite composed seeing this scene. rlin watched as Dumbledore moved his lips without emitting sound, but suddenly his eyelids twitched fiercely.
"Not good!"
rlin was alard.
His neck turned cold as he abruptly looked back.
The sight.
Was a Gatling gun directly shoved into his mouth.
"Sorry, Ririm, it’s all for our college—to rescue our headmaster in crisis! I can’t imagine how many points this could earn Ravenclaw College!"
The little wizard used his magical Gatling to pin rlin directly on the ground.
Imdiately.
As rlin struggled, he excitedly raised his head to look at Dumbledore not far away, while using the Gatling gun barrel to bang rlin’s head.
"Do you really have a way to grow to 1.9 ters without magic? Tell more." Clearly, Dumbledore’s lip movent earlier was a signal to Ian’s Chronicles.
Facing an opponent he would likely lose to.
The old headmaster chose a response suited for a leader—he seized rlin’s desire, which perhaps illustrates the difference between a Gryffindor sage and pure brute.
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