[Congratulations, Anton, on receiving your reward.]
[Memory Fragment from Supreme Sorcerer Strange]
As the mechanical voice faded, Anton suddenly felt countless images flood into his mind.
It was as though the entire world had overturned in an instant.
The next second, he heard a burst of astonished cries around him.
When he looked up, he discovered that his hands had unconsciously manifested red Raggadorr’s Rings.
The spells he had previously forgotten had also appeared completely in his mind.
Seeing that something was wrong with Anton, Dumbledore quickly stepped forward and helped him up from the ground.
“How are you feeling, child?”
Anton shook his head.
Infinite magical power flowed throughout his body, and in this land far removed from the dimensional demon gods, his magical power had actually become even stronger.
“I’m fine.”
Dumbledore’s gaze lingered briefly on Anton’s hands, clearly quite interested in the pair of Raggadorr’s Rings he had manifested.
“Hmm, so this is the spell from Kamar-Taj. Quite beautiful.”
Dumbledore bent down, wanting to take a closer look.
The moment his long white beard touched the magic ring, it was instantly shredded into gray powder.
Dumbledore immediately stepped back, his expression filled with surprise.
Even at Hogwarts, there was still a protective charm surrounding him as a precaution.
Yet this magic ring seemed to completely ignore his spell and directly shredded his beard.
What an overbearing spell.
It seemed to follow an entirely different magical principle from theirs.
Seeing Dumbledore’s beard burned away, several professors immediately rushed over.
McGonagall grabbed Dumbledore’s arm.
“Headmaster?”
Dumbledore raised a hand and smiled, signaling that he was fine.
“It’s nothing. I happened to want a shorter hairstyle anyway.”
“Anton’s spell contains astonishing magical power, and it can penetrate most of our protective charms.”
The moment he said this, every wizard was stunned.
In their understanding, the Shield Charm was one of the most useful spells in all of defensive magic.
It provided extremely high protection against most curses, including the Unforgivable Curses, as long as the caster’s magical power was roughly on a par with the opponent’s.
Yet now, even Dumbledore’s protective charm had been pierced.
There were only two possibilities.
One was that the spell’s power did not obey the magical rules of this world.
It was a spell that transcended the ordinary laws of magic.
The other was that Anton’s magic had already surpassed Dumbledore’s.
The wizards stared at Anton in astonishment.
Either possibility was enough to shock them.
Snape carefully examined the edge of the magic ring and firmly reached a conclusion.
“The edge of this thing is even sharper than Sectumsempra.”
“It is extremely powerful magic.”
Hearing this, the mages were even more astonished.
Dumbledore raised an arm.
“All right, Professor Snape. Please go and get some hair-regrowth potion.”
“As for the rest of you, stop staring at Anton. He’s our student.”
“Any research or other investigation must also be done with Anton’s consent.”
Only then did the astonished wizards disperse.
Magic this rare would become the center of attention anywhere.
After reprimanding everyone, Dumbledore walked toward Anton.
He took out a phoenix feather from his pocket and handed it to Anton.
The fiery red feather still carried traces of flame, as though it had just been plucked from Fawkes.
“Normally, I give outstanding students some sweets or things like that.”
“Fawkes shed it this morning.”
“Most people would use it to make a wand. I suppose you don’t have your own wand yet?”
Anton nodded.
Actually, it wasn’t fair to blame Hermione’s parents for not buying him a wand.
He had gone to Ollivanders to take a look.
The result was that every wand in the shop started shooting fireworks.
Half the shop nearly caught fire.
Hermione, her parents, and the old man had spent ages cleaning up the mess.
The old man had been both excited and distressed, saying that he wouldn’t be able to custom-make a wand for Anton until half a month later.
After handing the wand to Anton, Dumbledore returned to his seat.
Anton also calmed the extremely turbulent flow of magic within him.
Strangely, however, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.
The wizard’s robes fit him perfectly, yet he kept feeling that he needed a cloak.
Anton glanced at the chat group.
The messages had already exceeded ninety-nine.
[Ron: This teacher is way too much! Treating a student like that, just like that certain someone.]
[Harry: Exactly, exactly.]
[Snape: Mr. Weasley, you can say who that certain someone is. This is a chat group.]
[Snape: Anyone can speak freely here.]
[Ron: That certain someone is Professor Filch.]
[Snape: Oh, I see.]
[Cassandra: Professor, can Anton really make it back from that snowy mountain? It’s really cold there.]
[Hermione: Exactly! Ancient One’s teaching method is so brutal. What if Anton can’t take it?]
[Grindelwald: Hahaha, this certainly fits my idea of what a school should be. Take the essence and discard the dross.]
[Grindelwald: If Anton really can’t make it back, then he wouldn’t be the magical master whose talent rivals Merlin’s.]
[Albus: Believe in Anton, and believe in magic.]
[Albus: Magic will never abandon a mage.]
The group looked toward the screen, their hearts filled with concern for Anton.
After all, Anton was still on the snow-covered Mount Everest, and could turn into an icicle at any moment.
The scene changed again, but this time, it wasn’t the snowy mountain.
It was still inside a quiet chamber.
Inside the chamber, Mordo asked with concern,
“Master, where is Sorcerer Strange?”
Ancient One did not answer.
She merely pointed outside.
“He could return at any moment.”
Hearing this ambiguous answer, Mordo immediately understood what was happening.
He asked Ancient One in astonishment,
“But Ancient One, Strange isn’t prepared at all yet!”
Ancient One said nothing and gazed into the distance.
One minute passed.
There wasn’t the slightest sound throughout Kamar-Taj.
It was as quiet as a church after evening prayers.
Two minutes passed.
There was still no movement from Kamar-Taj.
Mordo was already becoming anxious.
“Ancient One, perhaps I should go there myself.”
Ancient One raised an arm, stopping Mordo.
At the same time, atop the snowy mountain,
Strange had waited for a full two minutes and still hadn’t seen Ancient One return.
His arms had already gone stiff, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.
He didn’t have much time left, and on top of that, two minutes had already been wasted waiting.
Ancient One was clearly not joking around.
Her first lesson had already given him a firsthand experience of a frozen world.
[Chat Group]
[Ron: This Ancient One is so cruel. She actually makes a wizard who just started learning magic train alone. Isn’t that basically making a first-year mage fight a Dementor?]
[Cassandra: How much time does Anton have left? He’s running out of oxygen.]
[Hermione: Less than twenty seconds.]
[Cassandra: Twenty seconds? He only just learned that portal spell.]
[Cassandra: She expects him to learn it within twenty seconds?]
[Cassandra: Even Merlin couldn’t learn it that fast.]
[Albus: Ancient One’s teaching method does have some problems. One should teach according to the student’s abilities.]
[Albus: That’s the advantage of the Sorting Hat.]
[Harry: But Professor, can Anton really learn this spell in twenty seconds?]
[Albus: Although I very much want to say that he can, I would rather say that only a miracle can save Anton now.]
After finishing their discussion, everyone’s attention returned to the snowy mountain.
Once Strange was certain that Ancient One wasn’t coming back, he began drawing circles with both hands, imitating the other mages.
Because of the snowstorm, his movements weren’t particularly fast.
But only one second later, scattered sparks began appearing in front of him.
The livestream room erupted in astonished cries.
After all, only one second earlier, Sorcerer Strange had still been a Muggle who knew only theory.
Although these sparks couldn’t constitute any actual magic, the wizards knew perfectly well what they represented.
They represented the connection of his magical channels, as well as the awakening of his magical power.
They represented that this person had already stepped into the ranks of mages.
For a moment, everyone held their breath.
Every eye was fixed on the screen as they watched Strange trace a circle with one hand.
He took a deep breath, then tried his best to stop his arm from trembling.
Finally, with one arm, he began drawing a circle once again.
This time, the magic was no longer scattered.
Instead, it formed a regular pattern.
A circular portal appeared before him, with Kamar-Taj on the other side.
The exhausted Strange stepped through the portal.
Like a victorious warrior.
Seeing this, the entire livestream room exploded.
[Harry: Anton! Well done! He really did it! He really did it!]
[Cassandra: Merlin above! Only three seconds have passed! Just three seconds! That’s less time than it takes to cast even the simplest Transfiguration spell! He actually created a complete portal?!]
[Hermione: Anton is fine. Thank goodness! I was worried sick! That’s a snowy mountain. Someone could die there at any moment!]
[Ron: I told you from the beginning that Anton would be fine. His previous life was the Supreme Sorcerer. He could even fight that monster robot for half a day.]
[Harry: Then why were you sweating so much just now, Ron?]
[Ron: It was hot. Hot.]
[Albus: Astonishing comprehension. I think I understand why Ancient One chose to teach him this way.]
[Albus: For a piece of uncut jade like this, you need to use a different teaching method.]
[Grindelwald: ??? Albus, I’m starting to think I don’t know you anymore.]
[Grindelwald: Wait, the label beneath this Ancient One is beginning to appear.]
The moment Grindelwald finished speaking, everyone’s attention in the livestream room rapidly focused on Ancient One’s feet.
Beside the feet of this great mage was a familiar name.
Albus Dumbledore.
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