Having escaped the Quidditch stadium, wizards who were crying and running in all directions stumbled upon the shocking realization that the profound night sky was torn apart by an incredibly brilliant light, the sky lit up like day. In a daze, they turned back and saw a magnificent sun slowly rising above the ruins of the Quidditch field, exuding a heavy pressure!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Before the other fell, the two in confrontation had nothing to say.
Having already made the decision, there was no turning back. Cliona's eyes shone with determination, as if every fluttering vine in the Quidditch field became her limbs. Her spirit synced with these terrifyingly huge vines, causing them to move together and straighten their bodies, bearing the aura of destroying the world. They crashed towards Amortha Brayne standing mid-air!
At this moment, Amortha seemed like the Vermilion Bird from the folktales of the Eastern countries, with the fierce flames surrounding him now condensed into a substance resembling molten fire. Facing the vines sweeping from all directions, his gaze intensified abruptly, and the intense heat confined around him burst forth instantly, spreading outwards.
The vines controlled by Ventaia instantly lost their green color and were burned into light smoke after entering the space encompassed by the "sun". There was not even a crumb left!
However, the Druidic tradition has its own mysterious essence to it.
The vines grew from the ground as if endless!
The intense collision between the "sun" field and the vines sparked off a series of thunderclaps and fierce winds, with the extremely strong magic that took months to build by the Ministry of Magic crumbling in the face of the thunder and wind, as well as the high temperature. Whole pieces of the "wonderful building" collapsed one after another!
The violent magical impact caused every inch of space in the stadium to shake violently, as if covered by a faint veil.
In people's field of vision, the Quidditch stadium was blurred, with the only clear images being the 'sun' hovering in the sky, and within it, a figure like that of a god!
The people who were running away stopped in their tracks. Among the dense jungle, there was a faint light from camera exposure lamps, constantly flashing. Sirius Black and Mr. Weasley led the children away from the stadium and climbed up a highland until they could no longer feel the oppressive pressure behind them. Then they stopped and took deep breaths.
The earth cracked inch by inch. A thunder strike accidentally leaked out from the stadium and struck the camp where witches and wizards were resting. In an instant, the camp seemed to have experienced a serious gas explosion. The place within a hundred feet of the impact point was shattered into nothingness by the explosive blast wave.
Bill supported himself with a pine tree, his handsome face filled with an absurd expression. His mouth was open, but there was not a single rise or fall in his chest; he had forgotten to breathe from shock. It was only when his cheeks turned bright red that Bill finally took a few deep breaths and, rigidly turning his head, looked at his brother Charlie.
"Is that Amortha Brayne?"
"I also don't understand..."
Charlie's broad face wore an equally absurd expression. He shook his head, speaking sincerely.
"Oh, this isn't a big deal, gurgle gurgle--"
The humorous conversation between Charlie and Bill didn't silence the crowd, but a deep yet energetic voice that rang out behind them soon drew the attention of Harry and his friends.
That was an old man who looked like he was already very old. His skin sagged, covered in wrinkles and many deep brown spots, but what was most astonishing was that every single person around him seemed to be shocked by the duel happening inside the Quidditch field, yet this old man showed no sign of surprise. He even had the time to pour a dram of rum into his mouth.
Noticing the surprised gazes from the crowd, the old man laughed loudly, spraying out a foul-smelling wind.
"If you had seen the century-long duel between Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald in Paris half a century ago, you wouldn't be so shocked by what's happening now. Of course, I must admit, this is quite a spectacle too!"
Hermione furrowed her brow, noting that the old man looked somewhat confused. He had just said that the duel between Professor Black and the mysterious woman wasn't anything to be concerned about, but then changed his tune.
"Ahh, Efias, I hadn't expected to see you here!"
Sirius Black blinked, his disbelief evident.
"Sirius Black!" The old wizard called Efias chuckled again. "I've already heard that you're innocent!"
"Efias Dumbledore, a close friend of Dumbledore's--" Sirius explained to Harry, who didn't recognize the old wizard, before showing curiosity.
"How did you end up here, Efias?"
"Oh, I was just here to watch the World Cup!" Efias chugged another drink before continuing, "Then I got caught up in that damn terrorist attack. To be honest, I heard that the young man was Amortha Brayne. My eyes aren't what they used to be. You used to work with him, didn't you? Was it him?"
"It was him. The head of safety at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Amortha Brayne--"
"Oh, it seems that Albus has found a good successor!" Efias said happily.
For every second the sun field maintained, magic poured out like water from a burst dam. Even Amortha felt the strain after just two minutes, but his gaze pierced through the radiant glow and locked onto Ventaia's green hair fluttering wildly. He found her eyes as unyielding as ever, with no signs of wavering at all.
This is "not scientific."
A young wizard in his twenties, where did he get such a profound foundation? Amortha's eyes flashed with confusion, but he forgot that he himself was also an outsider.
A drawn-out battle is not what Amortha desires, as potential dangers may lurk in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.
Amortha's fierce gaze grew even more intense, and the sun disk enveloping his body trembled slightly before gradually sinking downwards.
Zoom!
Great Sun Bathing Sea, the plight of all living beings!
Ventaia's expression changed instantly. In her vision, as Amortha Brayne descended with the sun disk, it seemed as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart at that very moment.
The invisible magical confrontation became several times more intense, and the vines that had previously been able to withstand the scorching heat melted like snow under the warm spring sunlight.
Everything in sight was a pale red. Ventaia's fair face was also scorched to a red hue. Her gaze swept over the fluttering hair, and even her green hair turned a burnt color under the searing solar winds. The surrounding Quidditch stadium, mainly made of steel, crackled and shattered under the intense heat. The land was not spared either. The seaweed-like green grass was burned away, revealing layer after layer of burnt yellow soil that melted and peeled away under the scorching magic!
(Chapter ends)
