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Chapter 387, Section 385: The Guardian of Fujiishi

Just as he had faced difficulties in Transfiguration before, his mental strength was always overwhelmed when he took too much control over his transfiguration creations.

But what if he loosens his grip even slightly?
What if he just gives a simple instruction?
So when Marcus used the Shattering Charm on the vines and stones that were entangled with him, they also accomplished their task.

"Based on rock, with vegetation flourishing—guarded by vines and stones!"

Sheen recited a long string of incantations.

This spell is as long as the one Voldemort used when he was resurrected.

That's practically the limit of what Sheen can achieve with shapeshifting magic.

His body became unsteady in an instant, and the depleted mental energy resulted in a terrifying scene.

A hand, as large as a small hill and made of vines wrapped around rocks, burst forth from the ground and instantly gripped the entire area where Marcus was located.

Dust flew everywhere, and stones cracked.

This is neither pure magical transformation nor pure material transformation, but a combination of transformation magic that Sheen has devoted nearly half a year to researching.

The area where Marcus was located fell silent; the roaring fire dragon and the running stone statue vanished instantly—clearly, they were just means for Shin to distract Marcus.

It doesn't actually possess "too much" power.

After all, Sheen can only make them exist for a few seconds.

The empty fields fell silent.

In the distance, the beech trees were still covered in snow, and the tabby cat seemed almost stunned by the rustling snow.

The expectation in her eyes instantly turned into worry.

It wasn't directed at the young wizards, but at the seemingly "not so good" old wizards.

"Phantom Appearance - Eliminate Your Weapon -"

Just as she was worrying, the old wizard reappeared, narrowly escaping death.

He stood beside the young wizard, his composure completely gone, replaced by solemnity and deep lingering fear.

Merlin, if it had been a second later, he would have turned into a Marcus cookie.

A flash of red light streaked past, knocking Sheen's wand from its grasp.

"Grandpa Marcus is amazing."

The little wizard didn't resist at all and just sat down on the ground.

"Aha—of course—"

Marcus wiped his face, which was a little wet.

Thankfully, it was just sweat.

"I'm afraid I can't teach you much about combat, but you must remember not to put yourself in a state of incompetence."

Marcus gradually calmed down.

The excitement and elation subsided.

The McGonagall family has produced a wizard who will be etched in history; soon, his name will shine as brightly as Merlin's.

Just imagine what the wizards would say!

Grimm's wand—

The thought of this made him unable to suppress the urge to smile.

"Is that so? They're all petrified—"

At that moment, Sheen suddenly spoke, holding a brand-new wand in his hand, clearly a gift that Marcus had given him not long ago.

Sheen held his wand and pointed it at Marcus.

Marcus broke out in a cold sweat. He instinctively tried to nod, but found that even blinking had become difficult.

Even more terrifying, he realized that everything around him had stopped moving. The snowflakes that should have been falling around him were now all frozen in mid-air. This also meant one thing: the little wizard's petrification was localized.

No matter how small the scope, it is clearly outside the realm of ordinary petrification spells.

So a strange scene unfolded in the field: a young wizard sat exhausted on the soft paddy embankment, while an old wizard held his wand, motionless, like a statue.

Sheen felt the snowflakes falling through his hair and thought to himself that he was indeed capable of fighting against elite Aurors.

Marcus seemed to have narrowly escaped, but in reality, Sheen had quietly slowed down his spellcasting—he was there for practical training, not to prepare for a meeting with the old wizard at the border.

However, since even a seasoned wizard like Marcus, with his extensive combat experience, was affected, the other Aurors probably weren't much better off.

As long as the Aurors' apparition ability is restricted, Sheen doesn't believe they can confront him head-on.

[Master] Transfiguration and semi-master-level black magic made Sheen realize the limits of his abilities.

Besides, he hasn't called Bai Yi and Tira for help yet, which indicates that his fighting power has not been fully unleashed.

If fully prepared, Sheen should be able to put up a fight against the Professor.

But it was just a simple confrontation. Just as the professors had little knowledge of Sheen's various magical techniques, Sheen had no way of knowing the professors' fighting methods.

This is also the key to determining the outcome of a battle—the information gap.

As wizards are typically characterized by high attack but low defense, their battles with each other are more like a matter of responding to each other's moves.

So once the battle begins, Sheen will have a huge advantage – no one has ever seen his offensive methods.

For example, "Fire Dragon Wings," "Vine Stone Guardian," and Bai Yi appearing in the form of a basilisk...

Caught off guard, the wizard could easily fall victim to the attack.

As for the Vine Stone Guardian, it was Sheen's masterpiece of Transfiguration.

Its power lies in the complete magical circuits that Sheen constructed, much like magical creatures, and also in the unique magical rituals that Sheen pioneered.

The perfect incantation pronunciation, the perfect wand gesture, and the perfect magic circuits give the Vinestone Guardian an extremely high potential. So far, Shin has only manifested a part of the Vinestone Guardian, namely one of its hands. If he goes any further, his problem will be far more than just a lack of magic power.

Most likely they would faint on the spot.

"Fantastic! Fantastic!"

Marcus, who had finally escaped petrification, stumbled, but there was no shame or anger in his eyes at the sudden attack. Instead, his face was filled with relief and pride.

With the shadow of war about to loom over this land, what could be more gratifying than seeing one's descendants possess enough strength and wisdom to protect themselves?

"Green's beard—"

Marcus looked at the young wizard who had spared no effort, and seemed to understand something—for example, that someone might have gone easy on him.

Therefore, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"What kind of beard?"

Sheen thought he was hallucinating.

"Ah—it's nothing, my lovely little one. Lunch should be ready. What would you like to eat?"
"Little lamb or sweet milk pudding..."

Marcus lifted the exhausted little wizard by the hand; only then did he realize that this was a child who still needed their protection.

However, at this pace...

"Eat more, my lovely little one."

Marcus said.

They grow up quickly, and by then, perhaps the dangers they face will no longer be dangers.

Nothing is more exhilarating than the hope of new life.

In the distance, the snow on the tops of the beech trees was shaken off.

A tabby cat nimbly darted across the sparse snow.

(End of this chapter)