Chapter 651: Vine-Stone Guardian

Just like the difficulties he faced in Transfiguration in the past, when he over-controlled transformed objects, his mental energy was always overwhelmed.

But what if he let go a little?

What if he just gave a simple command?

Thus, when Marcus used the Reducto curse on the vines and stones that entangled him, they also completed their task.

"With rock as the base, grass and trees flourish together—Vine-Stone Guardian!"

Sean recited a long string of incantations.

This incantation was quite long, just like the one used when Voldemort was resurrected.

It was also almost the limit of what Sean could do in Transfiguration magic.

His figure became shaky in an instant, and the drained mental energy was exchanged for a terrifying scene.

A hand, composed of vines entwining mountain rocks and as large as a small hill, broke through the ground, tightly gripping the entire area where Marcus was in an instant.

Dust flew, and stones cracked.

This was not pure magical Transfiguration, nor pure material Transfiguration, but a combination of Transfiguration magic that Sean had been studying intently for nearly half a year.

The area where Marcus was lost all movement, and the roaring fire dragon and the running stone statue dissipated instantly—clearly, they were just means Sean used to attract Marcus's attention.

Actually, they didn't possess "too much" power.

After all, Sean could only let them exist for a few seconds.

The empty field also fell into silence.

In the distance, the beech trees were still stained with white snow; under the rustling snow, the tabby cat was almost stunned.

The expectation in her eyes instantly turned into worry.

Of course, not for the young wizard, but for the old wizard who seemed "not so good."

"Apparition—Expelliarmus—"

Just as she was worrying, the old wizard appeared again, narrowly avoiding danger.

He stood beside the young wizard, his calm demeanor completely gone, leaving only solemnity and deep lingering fear.

Merlin, one second later, and he would have turned into a Marcus biscuit.

A red light flashed by, knocking Sean's wand away.

"Grandfather Marcus is truly amazing."

The young wizard didn't resist at all, sitting on the ground with a thud.

"Aha—o-of course—"

Marcus wiped his face, which was somewhat wet.

Fortunately, it was sweat.

"In terms of combat, I'm afraid I can't teach you much more, but you must remember, don't let yourself be in a state of incompetence."

Marcus gradually calmed his mood.

Calmed that excitement and ecstasy.

The Maige family had produced a wizard who would be inscribed in history; before long, his name would be as dazzling as Merlin's.

Think about it, what would wizards say?

Green's wand—

Thinking of this, he couldn't stop his lips from curling up.

"Is that so? Petrificus Totalus—"

At this moment, Sean suddenly spoke, holding a brand-new wand in his hand, clearly the gift Marcus had just given him not long ago.

And Sean held the wand, pointing it at Marcus.

Marcus broke out in a cold sweat; he subconsciously wanted to nod, but found that even blinking had become a difficult thing.

Even more terrifyingly, he realized that everything around him had stopped moving; the snowflakes that should have been falling around him were all frozen in the air at this moment.

This also meant one thing: the young wizard's Petrificus Totalus was area-based.

No matter how small the range was, it clearly deviated from the scope of an ordinary Petrification Curse.

Thus, a strange scene appeared on the field: a young wizard sat on the soft field ridge as if exhausted, while an old wizard held his wand, motionless, like a sculpture.

Sean felt the white snow falling on his hair, thinking that he could indeed contend with an elite Auror.

Ma Kusi appeared to have dodged it by a hair's breadth, but in reality, Xiang Xien had quietly slowed down the pace of his spellcasting—he was here for practical combat training, not to prepare for a meeting with the old wizard at the Boundary.

However, since even an old wizard with rich combat experience like Marcus would fall for it, other Aurors shouldn't be much better off.

As long as the Aurors' Apparition was restricted, Sean didn't think they could confront him head-on.

【Master】 Transfiguration and semi-Master Dark Arts allowed Sean to recognize the boundaries of his abilities.

Besides that, he hadn't called Bai Yi and Tila for help, which indicated that his combat power hadn't been fully released.

In a fully prepared state, Sean should be able to barely contend with the professors.

But it was only a simple contention; just as the professors could hardly know Sean's various magical means, Sean likewise had no way of knowing the professors' combat means.

This was also the key to deciding the outcome of the battle—information gap.

Wizards, as a typical example of high offense and low defense, fought more like seeing moves and dismantling them.

Then once the battle started, Sean already possessed a huge advantage—no one had seen his offensive means.

For example, "Fire Dragon Wings," for example, "Vine-Stone Guardian," and for example, Bai Yi moving in Basilisk form...

Caught off guard, wizards easily fell for it.

Speaking of the Vine-Stone Guardian, that was Sean's painstaking work in Transfiguration.

Its strength lay in Sean constructing a perfect magical circuit like a magical creature, and also in the unique magical ritual Sean pioneered.

The fitting incantation pronunciation, the fitting wand gestures, and the perfect magical circuit gave the Vine-Stone Guardian a very high upper limit. So far, Sean had only manifested a part of the Vine-Stone Guardian, which was one of its hands; going any further, he wouldn't just be suffering from magical power depletion.

He would likely faint on the spot.

"Fantastic! Fantastic!"

Marcus, who had finally broken free from petrification, staggered, but there was no shame or anger in his eyes from being suddenly attacked; instead, there was a face full of gratification and pride.

The shadow of war was about to shroud this land; what could be more surprising than seeing one's descendants possess sufficient strength and wisdom to protect themselves?

"Green's beard—"

Marcus looked at the young wizard who still had energy left, and seemed to understand something—for example, someone might have held back.

Therefore, he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

"Whose beard?"

Sean thought he had auditory hallucinations.

"Ah—nothing, my lovely little one, lunch should be ready; what do you want to eat?

Lamb or sweet milk pudding..."

Marcus picked up the exhausted young wizard with one hand; only then could he realize that this was a child who still needed their protection.

However, at this rate...

"Eat more, my lovely little one."

Marcus said.

Grow up quickly; when that time comes, perhaps the danger they face will no longer be a danger.

Nothing is more inspiring than new hope.

In the distance, the snow on the beech tree branches was shaken off.

Between the sparse snow, a tabby cat flashed nimbly. ===== CHAPTER 652 =====