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Chapter 448, Section 446: Hope

Deep in the collapsed woods.

A stone hand entwined with vines resembles a giant protruding from the ground; even at a superficial glance, this giant hand is twenty meters in diameter.

Even more terrifying is that the giant hand is covered with various complex magic circuits, proving that this is not a simple transformation spell.

It consists of at least three advanced transformations together.

This is far beyond Sheen's limit.

But flames still burned in his vertical pupils.

The cat's eyes allowed him to see clearly in the darkness, and also helped him understand something else.

He knew that some things were more important than others.

"The rest is up to you."

Sheehan said to Professor Quirrell.

Quirrell was stunned. He watched as the giant hand emerged from the earth like a miracle and trapped the greatest white wizard of the century.

He was still a little dazed.

"For your will."

His subconscious had already answered for him.

"Thank you, Professor..."

Sheen smiled with relief.
"Protected by vines and stones!"

Little Wizard Gao Song.

The vines appeared at some unknown time; Will and Quirrell only knew that as these vines surged like a whirlwind, the giant hand in front of them was subjected to layer upon layer of transformation magic.

This is precisely how Sheen counters Restoration: by constantly adding more advanced Polymorph spells, he forces his opponent to confront him head-on.

In other words, the other party restores the original structure, while he reinforces it.

Unless the opponent can destroy all of his Polymorph circuits in an instant—like the fire dragon flapping its wings just now—it's impossible for him to break free from the protection of the vine stone.

“Excellent Transfiguration. Seven minutes left, dear Mr. Green.”

Dumbledore's voice seemed to be drifting from somewhere.

It was pitch black all around, making it difficult to see anything beyond the blazing light.

But Sheehan saw that his vine-stone shelter had been opened up by Headmaster Dumbledore, creating a hole as tall as a person.

Sheehan had no time to ponder how Headmaster Dumbledore had managed it; his body was already swaying precariously.

"Please help me, Ravenclaw teacher."

Then he said.

"You should understand, it's just one class."

Sheen vaguely heard a voice, and at that moment he felt dizzy, just like he did a month ago at the school hospital.

“Professor Ravenclaw, please.”

Sheen said to the voice.

“I had no idea you had ever asked anyone for help like this, so why not?”

That voice put Sheen at ease.

So, what is a wizard's magic made of?
When one wizard possesses all the knowledge of another wizard, and their mental will is built from the same memories, can they exert the same level of magic?
Ravenclaw said: What else?
"The second match has begun."

The black-haired little wizard raised his wand once more.

A faint, mischievous smile played at the corners of his mouth, a trait often seen in Ravenclaw students.

Speaking of which, the Ravenclaw community unanimously voted a certain Mr. Green as "the least Ravenclaw Ravenclaw".

He lacked both Ravenclaw's undisguised fervor for knowledge and Ravenclaw's generally proud personality.

He was quiet and calm, like a boundless ocean.

"If there were a referee, I would say that this was an outright foul."

Dumbledore walked over step by step, speaking in a relaxed and casual tone, as if they were having a drink and chatting.

Will watched as Green walked toward him defenselessly and unguardedly, his body tense.

"The greatest wizard of this century?"

The little wizard said with a smile.

"Oh, that's all flattery."

Dumbledore said.

"Three minutes, how about it?"

The little wizard thought for a moment and then said.

"A very reasonable time."

Dumbledore was quite impressed.

“I have to give him an explanation. Opportunities are rare, and he shouldn’t have used them here.”

The little wizard smiled. It was a deep, experienced smile, but there was a sly look on his face.

"It's not a good thing for one rose to rush into becoming another rose."

Dumbledore observed him carefully, a smile on his face.

"Who knows? Did you time it? Have three minutes passed yet?"

The little wizard continued.

Dumbledore's conversation was interrupted, and his smile froze on his face.

He looked at the house not far away, which was almost completely burned down.

"Ravenclaw's wisdom..."

Dumbledore sighed.

“Our students, you still have a lot to learn.”

After the little wizard finished speaking in a low voice, he swayed and collapsed into Quirrell's arms.

"Mr. Green!!"

Quirrell roared, then stared intently at Dumbledore.

He no longer had the mind to think about the strange scene just now; he just kept directing the raging fire to get hotter and hotter as his veins bulged.

He knew perfectly well that he could not burn away the curse; he could not stop Dumbledore for even a second.

But he must fall before Dumbledore obtains the Resurrection Stone.

“You’ve changed a lot, and that’s good, Quirinas.”

It turns out that wizards thrive even without that intoxicating power.

Dumbledore waved his wand gently, and Quirrell and Pukcher found themselves unable to move.

They could only watch as Dumbledore walked toward the house and toward them.

Flames burned fiercely in the darkness, and suffocating black smoke billowed around the house as evil fire beasts devoured everything in their path.

Having lost Quirrell's control, they will soon devour the resurrection stone along with the curse.

But in this urgent situation, Dumbledore stopped in his tracks.

He looked slyly at the young wizard gripping his wand and said softly:

"How come I didn't know the wizard was unconscious, yet he was still gripping his wand so tightly?"

Sheen opened his eyes, and his vertical pupils slowly dilated, eventually becoming normal pupils.

"You've let it go?"

Sheen looked at the house still burning with flames and asked softly.

"Is it possible that your esteemed Lady Rowena wants to speak with more than just me?"

Dumbledore changed the subject.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore, I still retain some magic."

Sheen spoke his mind.

He always knew he could ask Ravenclaw to play for him because he had most of Ravenclaw's memories.

The problem is that doing so has extremely serious consequences—the wizard's soul will undergo completely unpredictable changes.

The principle is similar to how dark magic can influence a wizard's personality.

Therefore, Sheen never intended to use it.

Unless absolutely necessary.

"A great practical lesson; I'd give your performance a perfect score."

Dumbledore smiled kindly.

"Thank you... but... in the end, forgetting makes everything beautiful?"

Sheen asked carefully.

"I'm afraid that's not the case, child. There's a deadlock between love and forgetting, and it won't let us off the hook until we're covered in rust."

Dumbledore blinked kindly.

"so……"

"So I entrust everything to you, my child."

Remember? It's arrogant and foolish for older people to ignore the abilities of younger people.

I still have time, child. I am not without a choice.

So it's me who thanks you, dear Sheen.

Hope, that's something as precious as honey.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered.

Sheen believed it contained stars.

(End of this chapter)