Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

The daylight hours had passed, and the surrounding sky was dim, making the flame stand out all the more.

The wizard, being closest to the flames, felt the surging energy emanating from them and instead of feeling uncomfortable, felt a sense of warmth.

This power is somewhat similar to the power emitted by the Guardian Charm, but it is also different; it is a unique power that belongs to the realm of light.

Compared to the wizards' quick adaptation, the humans in the world of evil gods found it much more difficult.

Upon seeing this wisp of firelight, a great sense of panic suddenly rose in their hearts, as if some immense danger was about to befall them, and their hearts pounded rapidly.

This flame... no, it should be the power conveyed by this flame that made them instinctively feel fear.

"What kind of power is this?" The humans in the world of evil gods screamed in terror as they desperately tried to escape.

It was as if if one slowed down even a step, one would be surrounded by this power and burned to ashes.

Ordinary humans can only escape on two legs, but the mutants are different. They spread their wings and quickly fled, spreading the news of what happened in the junkyard.

Instinct told them that this power should not exist in the world of evil gods, and that it should have disappeared long ago.

But after flying a few meters, the mutated human felt a scorching flame behind him.

They couldn't help but turn their heads to look, and the last scene reflected in their pupils was a flame that could almost burn the heavens and the earth.

To the wizard, it appeared that the flames on the altar had been stimulated by something; the faster the deformed people in this world of evil gods ran, the faster the flames burned.

So much so that the mutants didn't even escape the junkyard before being caught by the small wisps of flame that split off from the altar. They were burned to ashes after being touched by just a tiny bit of the flame.

All the wizards witnessed the tragic state of the deformed people.

In contrast, ordinary humans in the world of evil gods, when touched by flames, simply collapse to the ground and wail in agony.

Those body tissues that had clearly undergone abnormal mutation suddenly turned into a rotten mass, peeled off their bodies, and then rapidly grew new flesh and blood with the help of the flames.

These newly grown flesh and blood all grew in the shape of normal humans, without any deformities.

Some wizards felt it more deeply; they saw black mist constantly emerging from the flame attached to ordinary humans, as if it were purifying them.

"I thought these flames were going to kill all the mutated humans, but now it seems that the flames are saving the humans who can still be saved, and completely destroying those who cannot be saved."

"Is this the power of the altar? What kind of strange object is this? The energy it unleashes is incredible!" Some wizards murmured to themselves, looking at this scene in disbelief.

If the world of evil gods possesses such power, then why has it become a breeding ground for evil gods?
This altar looks like it has been in the town for a long time. Is there another force hidden in this world that fights against the evil god?

The wizards were all speculating and offering various opinions.

It is clear that the existence of the altar involves the secrets of the world of evil gods, and currently, wizards like them cannot access related information.

Perhaps as the clash between evil gods and the wizarding world becomes more apparent, and as a large number of wizards come to wage war, they will learn some of the secrets of the altar.

Regardless, the existence of the altar greatly increased the safety of these wizards.

What they need to consider now is how long the batch of high-grade magic stones they brought can last.

The news that the altar in the garbage dump had been set on fire could not be kept secret for long.

The moment the altar was set ablaze, not only the mutants in the junkyard, but all the mutants in the entire town sensed it.

At the same moment, the evil god who ruled the town awoke from his slumber the instant the flame ignited.

"Who has rekindled that power?"

The evil god slowly regained consciousness, a deep sense of dread flashing in his eyes.

"Wasn't this power extinguished long ago? We've used many methods to destroy the altar, so why can it be reignited?"

Bang, bang, bang...

Deep beneath the town, as the evil god who had been sleeping there was stimulated and regained consciousness, his body slowly regained its vitality, his heart beating steadily and powerfully, as if giving the town another kind of power.

Everyone living in the town (including plants) beat and breathed in unison with the heartbeat of the evil god at this moment.

The evil god who ruled over the town had long considered everything in it as his own.

With a single thought, He can drain the power from all living beings in the town; life and death are but a thought away.

"Have you noticed that the flames on the altar have suddenly weakened?" a wizard asked, sounding puzzled.

"I felt it too. This power is so immense. Could it be that the high-grade magic stones and other precious artifacts we brought couldn't withstand its consumption?"

The leader of the wizard squad clearly knew something; his brow furrowed, he denied it in a deep voice:

"It's impossible for it to be consumed so quickly. There are only a few mutants in the junkyard. How could it have used up its power so quickly? This wisp of flame hasn't even radiated out of the junkyard yet. I'm more inclined to believe that the power of this wisp of flame is fighting against some kind of invisible force."

One of the wizards asked, "So what should we do now? Should we stay in the junkyard or retreat?"

The captain pondered for a moment, and was about to suggest staying and observing the situation when suddenly a dazzling and intense golden light burst forth from not far away.

This ray of light was even more dazzling than the flames on the altar, almost piercing through the entire town and shooting directly into the sky. The dark clouds that covered the sky shattered instantly and were swept away in the blink of an eye.

This ray of light forcefully brought the sun's rays back to the town.

The people in the city who had originally intended to come out and investigate felt instinctively afraid as soon as they saw the sunlight, and quickly hid back in their houses, trembling in a corner.

The group of wizards felt the power of the light and were overjoyed.

It's Dumbledore!
They felt Dumbledore's power!
It's Dumbledore!
The moment that ray of light pierced through the dark clouds, the evil god beneath the earth suddenly straightened up, looking up with a solemn expression.

Their gazes pierced through the space, meeting in an invisible stare.

When the evil god saw Dumbledore floating in the air and felt the immense power emanating from him, his brows furrowed and his expression became even more serious.

He is not a very powerful evil god. Even though he rules the city, he still falls into a deep sleep because he lost to another evil god in a fight a few years ago and had part of his origin stolen.

In order to repair its body, it had to fall into a deep sleep.

He had just awakened and realized that his essence had been mostly restored, but there were still some imperfections.

The wizard hovering in the air sensed a power from that person that was even stronger than himself.

Soon, the thought of escaping flashed through the evil god's mind.

"Although the power of the magical world cannot compare to that of the evil gods, it still has some merits. The enemy is strong and we are weak. If we were to fight them head-on, I would probably become a research subject in their laboratory."

Even if someone is completely brainless after evolving to the level of an evil god, they still possess some degree of intelligence.

Especially for evil gods who are not powerful enough, it is even more necessary to rely on strategy rather than force.

But before the evil god could react, Dumbledore, who was suspended in the air, used the golden feather to quickly land on the ground. He drew his wand and, with a seemingly slow but actually incredibly fast motion, lightly tapped the ground.

A moment later, a squeezing force came from underground.

The evil god's expression changed, and he immediately flew out from underground and landed on the ground.

As soon as he appeared, the evil god opened his mouth as if to say something, but Dumbledore didn't give him a chance to speak and threw another spell at him.

This spell is a guardian spell, and it is the most orthodox and effective power against evil gods.

The immense magical power accumulated in the air and transformed into a silver-white phoenix on its way to the evil god.

The phoenix let out a melodious cry and rushed towards the evil god. The evil god had no choice but to spread its wings to cover itself and resist the impact.

With Dumbledore fighting against the evil god, the altar was finally no longer suppressed, and bright flames surged out, burning all the garbage in the junkyard to ashes.

These items seemed to have turned into nourishment for the altar, and the flames spread rapidly outwards, allowing the wizard to retreat.

They saw the flames from the altar fall onto houses and all sorts of buildings.

Everywhere the fire started, cries of agony echoed.

The mutants were quickly eliminated, while those who lay on the ground struggling in agony were only partially mutated humans. After enduring extreme pain, they were able to be reborn.

Because so many humans had been purified by the flames, the wizards who were watching from the sidelines finally realized the power and characteristics of the altar flames.

"The flames on the altar are coming into contact with more and more humans from the world of evil gods, purifying the deformities in their bodies. Surprisingly, this doesn't deplete their power; instead, it's growing stronger. Does this power feed on the power of evil gods?"

Some wizards gasped in amazement, captivated by this power.

If this power truly feeds on the power of evil gods, then it is far superior to the Guardian God Spell. The Guardian God Spell can only resist, but cannot devour and strengthen itself.

Contrary to what ordinary wizards imagine, the power at higher levels does not require a long battle; the outcome can be decided in less than a few minutes.

Dumbledore's wand flashed with lightning, and he carried the power of the sun shining behind him; the light of the entire world seemed to converge at the tip of his wand.

With a flick of the wand, a surging, immense power whipped up whirlwinds, causing some poorly constructed houses to crumble and shatter under the force of the whirlwinds.

Even the power on the altar was drawn by the power of heaven and earth that Dumbledore had summoned, and it merged with the power of the magical world, all rushing towards the evil god.

This weak evil god could not withstand such a large-scale battle. This was no longer a contest of individual strength, but a confrontation involving the power of heaven and earth!

The wizard invokes the power of heaven and earth; as an evil god, he must also invoke the power of heaven and earth in the evil god world to contend with him.

To draw upon the power of heaven and earth, His primordial power is required to take effect.

However, during his confrontation with Dumbledore, the evil god had long known that his original power was no match for Dumbledore's, and he had long harbored the idea of ​​escaping, constantly trying to find an opportunity to leave.

If He were to truly give it His all, He might soon realize that Dumbledore's ferocity was actually limited in time.

The golden feather is just a minor boundary; it doesn't allow powerful wizards to linger in the world of evil gods for long.

Dumbledore will naturally disappear when the time comes.

So as long as we hold on, the evil god will win in the end.

But in a moment of crisis, how could an evil god think of so much?

His resistance was weak, and he kept fleeing towards the edge of the town.

However, just as He was about to leave the town, the altar not far away suddenly activated, bursting forth with a flame even brighter than before.

The flames quickly spread to the edge of the town, enveloping it in a circle.

This boundary seemed to be some kind of power rule. Half of the evil god's body stepped out of the boundary, and instantly the power of the laws of heaven and earth appeared, cutting its body in two!
Dumbledore waved his wand, "Petrify them all!"

The next second, magical power enveloped the evil god, which petrified at a visible speed. During the petrification process, its expression became ferocious, and its lips parted slightly, as if it wanted to say something.

"you--"

However, after uttering just one syllable, the evil god was completely petrified.

Dumbledore waved his wand again, and the petrified body of the evil god vanished from its spot.

He glanced at the wizards fleeing the town, nodded slightly to them, and then left the town in the next instant.

At the same time, Dumbledore's voice echoed in the minds of all the wizards.

"Your mission is complete. Immediately evacuate the world of the evil god."

Upon hearing this, the wizard quickly ran towards the gathering place in the wild.

It was still daylight, and the outdoors was relatively safe, so there was no need to light glow candles.
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The wizarding world was unaware of the events unfolding in the world of evil gods.

However, Babling in the Magic Forest seemed to sense something. While discussing the issue with Lin Xia, she suddenly looked up at the distant sky.

Lin Xia hadn't sensed anything at first, but just then, the little finger bone she had been keeping in the seamless retractable ring suddenly moved.

This movement caught Babling's attention.

She turned her head and gave Lin Xia a meaningful look, saying, "Being so young and already blessed by the space, I have a feeling that you are the most suitable disciple I have ever received to inherit my magic."

Lin Xia's expression remained unchanged, and she responded in silence.

At this point, anything she says will be wrong, and she'll have to worry about whether Babling will take away her boundaries.

The boundary point is related to space, and the commotion that just happened could not be hidden from the wizard who is very sensitive to the power of space.

If Babling really wanted it, she would have no choice but to give it to her.

Fortunately, Barbling wasn't interested in Boundary Point, or perhaps she simply didn't know that it was Boundary Point that was causing the commotion, and just thought it was an ordinary spatial item.

She said, "I was originally going to give you some items related to space, but I didn't expect you to find them yourself first."

She thought for a moment and said, "When you return to Hogwarts, I will give you a book about space magic. You can study it on your own first, and ask me if you don't understand anything at school."

Lin Xia nodded immediately.

She seemed to sense Lin Xia's unease and said with a smile, "Lin Xia, I've lived for a long time and I've seen all kinds of strange things. There's no need to be so nervous. I often release some strange things out."

Lin Xia smiled faintly at her, but became even more wary.

If, as Barbling claimed, she were truly unmoved by precious and rare artifacts, the scales of fate on her shoulders wouldn't have remained completely still while she studied elemental theory under Barbling. (End of Chapter)