Chapter 757: Hope

Deep in the collapsed woods.

A stone hand entwined with vines was like a part of a giant exposed from the ground; even at a rough glance, this giant hand had a diameter of twenty meters.

What was even more terrifying was that the giant hand was covered with various complex magical circuits, proving this was not a simple Transfiguration.

It was composed of at least three advanced Transfigurations together.

This was already far beyond Sean's limits.

But flames still burned in his vertical pupils.

The cat's eyes allowed him to see clearly in the dark, and also made him understand some other things.

He knew that some things were higher than others.

"I leave the rest to you."

Sean said to Professor Qiluo.

At this moment, Qiluo was already stunned; he watched the giant hand emerge from the earth like a miracle, and watched it trap the greatest white wizard of the century.

He still hadn't quite come to his senses.

"For your will."

His subconscious had already answered for him.

"Thank you, Professor..."

Sean smiled with relief,

"Vine-Stone Shelter!"

The young wizard chanted loudly.

The vines didn't know when they appeared; Will and Qiluo only knew that when these vines surged like a gale, the giant hand in front was again applied with layer after layer of Transfiguration.

This was also Sean's way of countering the Restoring Spell: using constantly added advanced Transfigurations, forcing the opponent to confront him head-on.

That is to say, the opponent restores, he reinforces.

Unless the opponent could destroy all his Transfiguration circuits in an instant—just like the Dragon Wingbeat earlier—it would be impossible to break free from the Vine-Stone Shelter.

"Excellent Transfiguration, and seven minutes left, dear Mr. Green."

Dumbledore's voice drifted from somewhere.

It was pitch-black all around, making it difficult to see the scene outside the Fiendfyre's light.

But Sean saw it; his Vine-Stone Shelter had been opened by Headmaster Dumbledore from point to surface into a hole the size of a person.

Sean had no time to think about how Headmaster Dumbledore had done it; his body was already tottering.

"Help me out, Teacher Ravenclaw."

At this moment, he said.

"You should understand, it's just a class."

Sean heard a voice vaguely; at this moment, he felt dizzy, feeling just like he had in the school infirmary a month ago.

"Teacher Ravenclaw, please."

Sean said to that voice.

"I have never known of you asking for help like this, so, why not?"

That voice put Sean's mind at ease.

So, what is a wizard's magic composed of?

When a wizard possesses all the knowledge of another wizard, and a mental will constructed from the same memories, can they exert the same level of magic?

Ravenclaw said: What else?

"The second round, has begun."

The black-haired young wizard raised his wand again.

A subtle, mischievous smile curled at the corners of his mouth, like one typical of Ravenclaw's students.

Speaking of which, Ravenclaw internally unanimously voted a certain Mr. Green as the "least Ravenclaw Ravenclaw."

He had neither Ravenclaw's undisguised fanaticism for knowledge, nor Ravenclaw's generally proud personality.

He was quiet, plain, like a boundless ocean.

"If there were a referee, I would say this is an out-and-out foul."

Dumbledore walked over step by step, his tone of voice relaxed and casual, as if they were drinking and chatting.

Will watched him walk toward Mr. Green without defense or obstruction while drawing his bow, and his body tightened.

"The greatest wizard of the century?"

The young wizard said with a smile.

"Oh, that is all undeserved praise."

Dumbledore said.

"Three minutes, how about that?"

The young wizard thought for a moment and said.

"A very reasonable amount of time."

Dumbledore approved quite a bit.

"I must give him an explanation; there are not many opportunities, and it shouldn't have been used here." ===== CHAPTER 758 =====