After this repeated process, the reindeer all closed their eyes and fell into a coma, lying there motionless, with only their chests and abdomens still rising and falling.
The Scouring Charm drew out another wisp of black energy, which was no different from the black energy that had just been stripped away.
"What exactly are you? A pure Obscurus?" Vizette asked, puzzled. "Why is all your magic based on Obscurus?"
"Such seemingly stable...yet incredibly fragile control? What exactly do you rely on to unleash this power..."
The circus ringmaster in front of him was shrouded in mystery, and seemed worthy of careful study.
Vizette's mind raced, his gaze shifting to the circus ringmaster's hands. "Could it be that cane?"
The crimson orb disintegrated, and the circus ringmaster coughed violently again. It wasn't just a matter of spitting out a mouthful of blood; blood and black mist seemed to be flowing from his face.
His face was as pale as paper, and he looked so haggard that he seemed about to die at any moment.
"I won't let you stop me..." The circus ringmaster gasped for breath, clutching his cane tightly as if trying to bury it in his chest.
His body swayed violently, and without chanting any incantations or performing any spellcasting, a jet of plasma the size of a bowl shot out from his cane...
The plasma was incredibly bright and powerful, erupting with a thunderous roar as it struck Vizette directly in the face.
Protego Maxima
Just as the plasma was about to hit, Vizette swiftly raised his wand, and a magical barrier emerged from his body, effortlessly blocking the plasma.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
He retaliated swiftly, casting Wingardium Leviosa, which lifted the circus ringmaster high into the air.
The circus ringmaster struggled, and even his cane accidentally fell, piercing straight into the ground and emitting a burst of light.
Vizette frowned. He really hadn't expected that a wizard who could break into the Swedish Ministry of Magic would be so weak.
It seemed that apart from being able to freely cast shapeshifting magic, he was extremely unskilled in using other types of magic.
It was like someone who hadn't received formal training and only relied on talent to master a small amount of magic.
The circus ringmaster desperately tried to break free from the magical restraints, but the more he struggled, the more blood he coughed up, and he exuded a sense of desolation.
Until countless black wisps emerged from his face, instantly turning into a cloud of black mist.
Silence fell.
The Obscurus flickered in mid-air, vaguely coalescing into a human shape, but then dispersed again, returning to its amorphous state.
Seeing such a bizarre change, Vizette suddenly had a bold conjecture—since wizards could create Obscurials, could Obscurials also create wizards?
He had a vague feeling that if he could figure this out, he might be able to truly control the Obscurus through his own efforts...
It could even go further and gain a deeper understanding of the soul from an Obscurus's perspective!
Before he could think it through, a bright light burst forth from the spot where the cane was, illuminating the entire cyclone pattern and instantly forming a huge vortex.
The vortex's target was very clear: to completely absorb the Obscurus floating high in the sky.
Almost instantly, the island was swallowed up, and the entire island began to shake violently.
In the instant they were silently swallowed, the reindeer finally awoke and returned to human form.
They panicked and ran to the side, getting as far away from the stage as possible.
A vibrant green sprout emerged from the center of the cyclone pattern, as if what had just been sucked in was not an Obscurus, but a seed brimming with vitality.
The tender shoots seemed delicate, but they possessed the strength to push aside the cane, which then wobbled and fell to the side.
The tender buds quickly grew into saplings, and soon transformed into tall trees, stretching out countless branches.
The branches not only supported the cane, but also impaled the struggling sharks, puncturing the circus tent.
It extended its branches in all directions, but the crown never appeared.
Vizette and Luna looked up at the enormous cloud in the sky, and the same thought came to their minds: "The tree canopy is that cloud! It's the Yggdrasil!"
Suddenly, a hoarse, melodious voice, like a horn, rang in their minds.
The voice was indistinct, yet its meaning was still clear.
It leisurely asked a strange question: "Having offered your sacrifice, what is your wish? Come to me and tell me!"
Vizette and Luna exchanged glances, then tentatively asked, "Did you hear that?"
Xenophilius exclaimed in surprise, "You guys also thought you heard something just now?"
Vizette and Luna nodded in unison, and then another voice echoed in their minds, "I need water... I need to live!"
"I'll give you water," the old voice replied, and then fell silent.
Xenophilius asked in confusion, "Who made a wish just now...?"
Before Vizette and the others could answer, the Yggdrasil's canopy began to sway, continuously scattering ash and snowflakes, as if summoning the surrounding seawater.
Accompanied by the endless sound of the ocean waves, a wave slowly rose like a curtain, appearing directly above the island.
Vizette said, half-laughing and half-crying, "Now we'll need water... and the only things that will get up there... are probably those sharks."
A cluster of flames suddenly burst forth.
Dumbledore slowly stepped out of the firelight, followed by two wizards floating in the air.
A wizard's chin kept hitting his chest, as if he were falling into a coma;
Another wizard, with a goatee, was bound by countless chains, not only unconscious but also imprisoned in a water bubble;
"Headmaster Dumbledore... what are you doing here?" Vizette exclaimed in surprise.
"I think I've come at just the right time!" Dumbledore shook his head slightly and waved his wand gently. "I was just thinking of taking a relaxing trip, but I didn't expect to encounter so many things."
A soft bed appeared behind him, just in time to catch the unconscious wizard who had collapsed.
Vizette noticed that the wizard on the soft bed was dressed somewhat familiarly and frowned slightly. "Headmaster Dumbledore, are you... assisting in the investigation of the attack on the Swedish Ministry of Magic?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "The Swedish Ministry of Magic notified me, but the person I'm helping is the Department of Mysteries."
Vizette nodded and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore, I've seen the Obscurial who attacked the Swedish Ministry of Magic, so the person behind you... is the real mastermind?"
He glanced at the sky, where the curtain-like waves were still slowly rising.
However, Dumbledore's arrival did not make him nervous at all. On the contrary, he felt that the atmosphere was much more relaxed, as if he had returned to Hogwarts.
"Yes, he orchestrated this," Dumbledore nodded. "There was another group…you've probably already met them."
"It's Ms. Salu and Mr. Ominis?" Vizette realized. "What exactly are they planning to do?"
Dumbledore said with a smile, "They intend to defy the prophecy and the next plans of this 'mastermind'."
Vizette asked, "Prophecy...is it the real kind of prophecy? Prophecy that can happen in the future? Prophecy belonging to a true prophet?"
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