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Inside the Headmaster's office—
Fawkes suddenly raised his head. As if sensing something. Eyes warily scanned the surroundings. His flapping wings carried unease.
"What's wrong, Fawkes?"
At the desk, Dumbledore slightly looked up. Gaze calmly toward the phoenix.
Across from him—an untouched exquisite breakfast. Steam rising.
Fawkes didn't respond to Dumbledore.
Flame-like brilliant feathers suddenly burst with intense firelight. Then he vanished from the perch. Only left stunning ashes flickering in the air.
Before Dumbledore could show surprise—
Strange, unfamiliar magical fluctuations suddenly spread.
Midair—brilliant, fierce sparks drawn by invisible force. Scattered and flew. Then the spark points followed some mysterious trajectory. Rapidly spinning and expanding.
A portal from the prefect's dormitory opened.
Venom's grotesque, terrifying head suddenly thrust through. Opened its fang-filled maw. With endless greed and ferocity. Viciously bit toward where the ashes were.
But caught nothing.
All this happened in a brief instant.
Dumbledore hadn't even reacted yet.
"Mr. Venom?"
Wise eyes flashed with displeasure. Like ripples on a tranquil lake.
The White Wizard's powerful oppressive aura quietly spread. Enveloped the surroundings. Dumbledore didn't dwell on this mysterious spatial magic. But was full of opinions about Venom's attack.
But as Venom's head retracted—revealed Tiger's malicious smile and robust form.
Only then did Dumbledore sigh helplessly.
"Tiger, depositing money in a bank earns corresponding interest as feedback. So, for storing the Philosopher's Stone with me during this time, shouldn't there be some interest?"
He didn't expect the beast to obediently listen. He only hoped this little bastard would leave his phoenix alone.
For Fawkes—this was too damn scary.
"Interest?"
Tiger stepped through the portal. Corner of his mouth curved playfully. He slightly rotated his neck. Made crisp, loud cracking sounds. As if preparing for battle.
"Don't worry. The Shelby family is generous enough."
"How about your life?"
"I guarantee you'll live..."
As Dumbledore's face darkened—symbiote tissue condensed at Tiger's legs. With the sound of the floor cracking inch by inch. Tiger charged toward Dumbledore at alarming speed. Bronze brass knuckles' cold light aimed straight at the glasses.
Fierce wind tore past the head. Dumbledore's form became silver mist.
Then the floor surged like waves. Threw Tiger and the desk violently into the air. The Headmaster's office instantly in chaos. Metal ropes swept in from all directions.
Tiger kicked off the ceiling upside down.
His robust form weaved through rope gaps. Searching for where Dumbledore vanished. Hellfire occasionally rising in his palm. Turning metal chains into molten iron.
He didn't overly rely on Venom and Hellfire's abilities. Instead viewed this as an opportunity. Assess his body's growth and transformation after the third magical eruption.
Facing Tiger's completely superhuman agility and neural response speed, Dumbledore couldn't hide his amazement.
He was stronger...
No—they were stronger.
Any wizard encountering Tiger—
Would be a disaster...
If Venom hadn't been in a weakened state days ago, he probably wouldn't have won so easily. Facing such a monster, head-on confrontation wasn't a good choice.
Moreover—this was the Headmaster's office.
With this thought, Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand. Tried to expel Tiger from the office.
Familiar spatial displacement surged through Tiger again. The office space began rotating and extending. But this time, Tiger wouldn't be so easily kicked out.
Fierce corners of his mouth wildly rose.
Dazzling rings suddenly appeared before the brass knuckles. Mysterious, obscure runes converging and rotating within.
Tiger punched through the desk. The tangible runic ring slammed hard into the floor.
Space instantly froze. Scattered wood fragments and stones frozen midair.
Then space began reversing. Dumbledore hidden in subspace was ejected.
Wise eyes couldn't hide shock.
Tiger's abilities were indeed powerful. But the only difference from the White Wizard was utilization of magical rules. Like the difference between Muggles and wizards. Especially spatial rule utilization.
However—
This chasm-like gap had vanished.
Vanished?!
The White Wizard's eyes narrowed. Stared at the runes before Tiger's brass knuckles. Tried to see something. But whether operational rules or runic systems—not a trace of familiarity.
Like a product from another world.
Did Tiger understand rules?
Absolutely not!
Dumbledore could guarantee with his life.
But this scene—equivalent to Tiger shattering the rules. And throwing the fragments in his face.
The entire Headmaster's office space was locked down.
"Found you!"
Black, twisted tentacles suddenly shot out.
Just as Dumbledore was dazed—tightly wrapped around him. Then violently contracted.
Anti-magic, impact, chaotic ancient runes so familiar. Watching the approaching brass knuckles, Dumbledore snapped back. Lips couldn't help but curve into a bitter smile.
This sudden turn of events—
Left him both surprised and helpless.
Surging magic erupted like a tsunami. Even broke through Tiger's unpracticed Sling Ring use. The tightly locked space broke free. Rejoined the world's normal order.
However, Dumbledore was also thrown out by this powerful magical surge. Finally crashed onto the second floor. Made a heavy thud.
"Damn it..."
"So close!"
Scorching Hellfire gradually extinguished. Revealed Tiger's slightly pale but still fierce face. He looked toward where Dumbledore fell. Eyes somewhat grave.
In that brief instant just now—
He could clearly feel the magic within Dumbledore. Truly vast. Like a real ocean.
While his own magic nearly depleted. Intense emptiness and fatigue even brought a false sense of weakness.
This wasn't physical exhaustion.
With Venom around, he wasn't worried about that.
He was just somewhat dissatisfied with himself.
To truly master the Sling Ring's power, brute force pouring magic was far from enough.
He needed broad knowledge as foundation. And precise grasp of magical rules.
Current methods not only couldn't maximize the Sling Ring's effectiveness. But caused tremendous magic waste and loss. Truly not worth it.
And magic was idealistic. In a sense, Tiger's magical talent really wasn't that good...
Just then—
The second-floor bedroom door slowly opened.
Grindelwald in black wizard robes stepped out. Silver-white slicked-back hair still revealed past coldness and pride. Aged face emanated unique charm and majesty bestowed by years.
He slightly lowered his eyes. Looked at the bruise at Dumbledore's eye corner. Lips curved into an elegant, composed wicked smile.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Albus, you know what? I've wanted to do this for ages..."
"Better not be now!"
Dumbledore irritably glanced at Grindelwald. Then with his old friend's support, struggled to stand.
"So, is this him?" Grindelwald looked down at Tiger condescendingly.
"You'd better not look at him like that..." Dumbledore seemingly kindly reminded his old friend.
However, before he finished speaking—
A huge, grotesque shadow suddenly leaped. Teeth like a meat grinder viciously bit toward Grindelwald's head...
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