Chapter 718: Sunlight? Sunlight!
The sprinting boy charged forward, brandishing a kettle so large it seemed dangerously oversized for his frame, glaring fiercely at the towering figures of Braun and the countless Gray-Cloaked Wizards lurking in the shadows of Darkness.
“Whatever you’re planning—I don’t care! But don’t drag Wade into this! Do you even feel shame targeting a child?”
Silence fell like a shroud.
Every gaze—Death Eaters, members of the Wizard Purity Party, the unseen audience beyond the cameras, even those weeping bitterly over Harry’s supposed death—was drawn as if by an invisible thread, all fixed unblinkingly on Harry. The wind itself seemed to freeze. The world stood still, caught in a haunting, motionless painting.
In the suffocating stillness, only Harry’s rapid breathing broke the silence—sharp, urgent, alive. His emerald eyes blazed like fire, fierce and unyielding.
Braun suddenly stepped forward with unexpected boldness, leaning in and sniffing the air just beneath Harry’s nose.
Harry flinched violently, nearly dropping the kettle. The startled boy stared wide-eyed and shouted, “What are you doing?!”
Braun raised an eyebrow, voicing the question on everyone’s mind:
“How are you still alive?”
Harry hesitated, a flicker of unease crossing his face. He had no answers himself, but he quickly found a reason to explain his resurrection.
“My mother’s magic protected me… and it’s none of your business!”
Facing opponents whose numbers and magical power far surpassed his own, Harry trembled with fear. Still, he forced himself to stare straight ahead, his voice sharp and hurried as he spoke to the boy behind him:
“Don’t trust them, Wade! These Dark Wizards are all the same! They preach ideals and a better future, but they burn, kill, and commit unspeakable crimes. Every word they speak—don’t believe a single punctuation mark!”
Watching the sweat-slicked back of the boy’s shirt, Wade suddenly stepped in, gripping the collar of Harry’s robes.
Then, with a gentle tug, he pulled Harry aside—surprising the boy—before stepping forward, placing himself directly in front of Harry.
“Wade, what are you doing?” Harry cried out, panic rising. “Don’t trust them! Don’t go with these homegrown thugs!”
The boy looked up at him and smiled. “Don’t worry. I can’t.”
He walked forward, facing Braun head-on.
The brown-haired youth maintained his confident smirk, though his eyes flickered with quiet curiosity—why had the boy stepped out?
Why not simply refuse the invitation, as expected?
But Wade no longer wanted to hide behind Harry.
He thought:
Even if I look younger than him, I’m actually older.
This teenager can stand under the pressure of countless enemies, trembling with fear yet still trying to protect himself. How could I, in good conscience, pretend innocence while he fights?
And Braun, too—though he didn’t know how his Magic Puppet had become a key figure in the Wizard Purity Party—if a simple boy’s defiance caused the mission to fail, Braun would face punishment upon return.
Gellert Grindelwald might not lash subordinates with the Cruciatus Curse like Voldemort, but he was no man to be fooled.
At that moment, Wade’s thoughts were crystal clear.
Just as Harry had once shouted at Voldemort, Wade now wanted to tell the world:
If the conflict is mine, the center is me—my interests, my stakes, my loss and gain—then come at me directly.
If petty tricks can’t defeat me, then don’t touch those around me.
Otherwise… I’ll make you know exactly what the cost will be.
Perhaps it was a shift in mindset. Perhaps it was the spell he’d just unleashed under Braun’s guidance—something beyond imagination.
With every step forward, something within him stirred.
His veins felt like they were bathed in warm spring water—relaxed, expansive. His heartbeat slowed, deep and powerful, each beat echoing like a war drum from ancient times.
Who said it?
“Wizards are like gods.”
His eardrums vibrated with a high-frequency hum. Beneath the sound, he faintly heard the clear song of a Phoenix—and beneath that, a voice, soft but certain:
I want it to transform. Then it transforms.
His vision shifted, altered. He no longer saw only names. The world now shimmered with light—every person glowing with a faint or intense radiance. Golden threads and glowing rings wove through the air, overlapping like the strings of a colossal harp, ready to sing at the slightest touch.
Magic is the manifestation of a wizard’s will.
In Braun’s widening eyes, Wade raised his hand—empty, bare in the eyes of others.
But in Wade’s sight, he saw countless golden threads stretching in every direction—linking not just the people present, but every stone, every weed, every wand, every particle of existence.
What the spell becomes—always depends on your own thoughts.
He looked at Braun and smiled gently.
“Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Braun… but—”
His voice, pure and innocent, rang through the monastery’s halls.
“Whoever can’t defeat me face-to-face—what right do they have to make me kneel?”
With a flick of his wrist, he slashed his hand downward.
Boom.
In the silence so thick it choked, something shattered.
Blinding white light exploded outward—like starlight falling to earth, like the Milky Way pouring down, like the sun itself descending to the mortal world.
“Sunlight Charm!” someone screamed. “It’s a Sunlight Charm! Anyone with Dark Creature blood—get away!”
The warning died mid-sentence. The man was thrown backward, crashing into the wall.
The light split instantly into countless streams, and more bursts of light erupted from every object around them—spilling from fallen pillars, crawling vines, shattered glass, twisted wall paintings, the heads of Death Eaters, even the wands of the Wizard Purity Party.
Each burst of light transformed into living creatures—birds, beasts, fish.
They were galloping horses of light, wolves blazing like torches, unicorns streaking across the sky, flocks of eagles, giant phoenixes, and whales singing mournfully as they surged through the air.
Unlike the Inferno Flame beasts, these light creatures did not burn or spread fire. They charged forward, their radiant forms crashing through every obstacle—knocking aside anyone in their path—before fading into the air like echoes.
Braun was hit too—unwillingly, indiscriminately—thrown backward, his body crashing into the ground as the beasts thundered over him.
In an instant, he felt it clearly: the guardian dog he’d sent had been struck. Beneath its surface, a fierce, primal power had been locked away—raw, hot, but never fully unleashed.
Sunlight…
Sunlight!
Was there any force in the world fiercer, more scorching than the sun?
Boom!
The brown-haired youth landed hard, the light beasts galloping over his chest, pressing his abdomen down with crushing force.
But Braun didn’t feel pain.
Instead, a radiant smile spread across his face.
And Wade—suddenly—felt dizzy.
It was as if every ounce of strength had been drained from his body. His small frame swayed, darkness creeping at the edges of his vision.
Oh no… If I pass out now…
He gritted his teeth, summoning every shred of will, reaching out to grab Harry—preparing to Apparate, to teleport, to flee—when suddenly, a wave of warmth, powerful and familiar, surged into the space beside him.
He couldn’t recall the details… but that warmth, that steady, reliable presence…
It had to be him.
It had to be.
The thought barely formed—before his body went limp, collapsing forward.
Before he hit the ground, strong arms caught him. Silver-white beard brushed his cheek. Robes like a cloak enveloped him.
A soft sigh echoed nearby.
“Too reckless…”
Harry, stunned, gasped:
“Dumbledore!”
(End of Chapter)
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