"This is light magic," Rowan said calmly, "the kind that drives back darkness. It's the same power I used on the Dementor."
He didn't draw his wand.
A vast white sigil bloomed in the air before him, precise and radiant.
"Light Array."
"Light Domain."
"Light Burst."
"Lightfall."
Sacred brilliance surged and collapsed in controlled waves, each manifestation different in structure, rhythm, and intent. When the glow faded, Rowan shifted seamlessly into something else.
"This is giant magic."
Another sigil flared. His arm swelled instantly, muscle and bone expanding with terrifying density. One punch reduced a massive tree to splinters.
"Giant's Bone."
His entire body grew, rising until he towered more than ten meters tall.
"This is full enlargement. In this state, my strength exceeds that of true giants."
He clapped his hands once. A shockwave tore through the clearing. When his fist struck the ground, both Snape and Dumbledore felt the earth shudder beneath their feet.
If they hadn't known Rowan was fully human, they would have sworn he belonged to some ancient giant bloodline.
The magic collapsed, his form returning to normal.
Rowan traced symbols in the air.
"Word magic."
"Formula barriers."
"Transformation magic."
"Equipment manifestation."
"Mimicry."
"Mirror-space projection."
Only after the storm of demonstrations ended did he speak again.
"What you've seen so far are spells the old man taught me. What comes next is what he placed directly into my body."
Lightning wrapped around him, violent and precise.
"This is called a railgun."
Rowan flicked a silver Sickel into the air. Electricity coiled around it, compressing, screaming. With a snap, it vanished.
A heartbeat later, the forest ahead was carved open in a perfectly straight corridor, trees erased as if reality itself had been sliced.
Snape and Dumbledore stared.
That single strike could kill the overwhelming majority of living wizards. No incantation. No wand. No reaction time. There was simply no defense.
"And this," Rowan continued, "is the Thunder Titan. Followed by an amplified—"
"Enough!" Dumbledore shouted, amplifying his voice. "We believe you. Stop."
The clearing had already drawn too much attention. Magical creatures were stirring. Dementors and Aurors guarded the castle perimeter. Letting Rowan continue would invite catastrophe.
As soon as Rowan stood down, Dumbledore repaired the damaged forest with rapid precision. The three of them took flight again, returning to the office in silence.
Back inside, Rowan blinked. "I still have more I could show."
"No," Snape said immediately.
"Absolutely not," Dumbledore agreed.
Both of them were still reeling.
What Rowan had displayed wasn't ancient magic. They knew ancient magic. Slower, heavier, but fundamentally compatible with modern theory. What Rowan used followed entirely different laws. Different logic. Different foundations.
And that lightning construct, that towering giant of force, the railgun… none of it fit within wizarding frameworks.
If Rowan hadn't learned it from a god, then there was no explanation at all.
After a long pause, Dumbledore finally spoke.
"Did this… god tell you who he was? Or why he chose you?"
Rowan had prepared for this.
"He didn't give a name," Rowan said. "Only that he was a god. He said the reason he taught me was because, in twenty years, a disaster would arrive. One that would wipe out all of humanity."
Both men stiffened.
"Extinction?" Snape asked sharply. "What kind of disaster could do that?"
Even Voldemort, at the height of his ambition, could never erase the entire human race.
Rowan took a breath and began.
"There's more beyond our planet. A vast universe filled with civilizations far older and more advanced than ours. Empires like Xandar. The Kree. The Skrulls…"
He spoke for three hours.
By the time he finished, it was past two in the morning.
"So," Snape said slowly, his expression vacant, "you're saying that in twenty years, an alien warlord named Thanos will lead a cosmic army to invade Earth and wipe out humanity. And a god gave you power so you could stop him."
The scale of it was crushing.
Snape had little knowledge of Muggle science, let alone spacefaring civilizations. But Rowan's descriptions were too detailed, too internally consistent to dismiss outright. Starfleets. Planetary empires. Weapons that dwarfed magic itself.
It didn't sound like a child's fantasy.
It sounded like a warning.
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