Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

Chapter 868 239: Sunlight? Sunlight!

The boy running wildly held up a water bottle that was extremely dangerous to him, glaring angrily at Braun and the countless gray-robed wizards shrouded in darkness across from him, shouting loudly:

"I don't care what you're plotting, but don't drag Vid into it! Isn't it shameful to target children?"

For a moment, the air was frozen.

Every gaze—from the Death Eaters, the Witch Pure Party, the audience beyond the camera, even those who were crying bitterly over Harry's death...

Countless eyes seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, landing uniformly on Harry, and even the wind seemed to stop flowing, forming an eerie still image.

In the midst of the dead silence, only Harry's rapid breathing was exceptionally clear, and those green eyes seemed to be burning with fire, bright and defiant.

Suddenly, Braun rudely extended his hand, probing under his nose.

Harry was so startled that he almost threw the water bottle away, and the frightened boy shouted with wide eyes, "What are you doing?!"

Braun raised an eyebrow and asked the question that everyone wanted to ask—

"How are you still alive?"

Harry paused, a trace of unnaturalness flashing across his face.

He was also puzzled, but he quickly found a reason for his revival:

"My mother's magic protected me... and it's none of your business!"

Faced with a group of Dark Wizards who far outnumbered him and exceeded him in magic power, Harry was extremely nervous.

He forced himself to stare straight at them, speaking quickly and urgently to the boy behind him:

"Don't trust them, Vid! All these Dark Wizards are the same! They talk about ideals and the future, but in reality, they commit terrible crimes of murder and arson... Don't believe a single word they say!"

Seeing the sweat-soaked shirt on the boy's back, Vid suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his coat.

Then, he tugged gently on Harry's clothes, and to the boy's surprise, he stepped past Harry's protection and stood in front of him.

"Vid, what are you doing?" Harry hastily said, "Don't trust him! Don't go with these guys!"

The boy looked up and smiled at him, saying, "Don't worry, I won't."

He walked up directly to Braun.

The brown-haired youth still wore a determined smile, looking at him with a trace of curiosity in his eyes.

——Why step out?

If he followed the boy's tone and refused my invitation, wouldn't that be enough?

But Vid no longer wanted to hide behind Harry.

He thought—

Even if I look younger than Harry now, I should actually be older than him.

This teenage boy can face the pressure of countless strong enemies, striving to protect himself even in fear. How can Vid pretend to be innocent and watch him fight desperately?

Moreover, Braun too.

Even though he didn't understand why his poppet became an important figure in the Witch Pure Party, if he failed his mission just because of a boy's obstruction, he would face punishment upon returning, wouldn't he?

Even if Grindelwald doesn't get as angry as Voldemort, inflicting a Crucio on his subordinates, he's definitely not a man to be trifled with.

At this moment, Vid's thoughts were crystal clear.

Just like not long ago, when Harry shouted at Voldemort, Vid also wanted to tell others now—

If the conflict revolves around me and I'm the focal point;

If the gains and losses revolve around me;

Then please come for me in the future as well!

If petty and nasty means can't defeat me, then it's best not to target those around me either.

Otherwise... I'll let you know what the cost is!

Perhaps it was the change in mindset, or maybe it was the release of a spell beyond imagination under Braun's guidance earlier...

With every step Vid took forward, he felt something awakening within.

His blood vessels unfurled as if soaked in a hot spring, and his heart hammered with a slow, powerful beat, each throb echoing like an ancient war drum.

——Who said it?

[Wizards are like gods.]

As if his eardrums were vibrating to some high-frequency movement, within the buzzing sound, the clear and distant singing of a phoenix could be heard, intertwined with a human voice:

[I want it to change, and it changes.]

His vision underwent a wondrous transformation, now seeing not just people's names. Everything in front of him seemed to have been adorned with a magical filter, with each person radiating their own light intensity, interwoven with golden strings and rings, as if the world were a giant harp that would produce a beautiful sound with a gentle strum.

[Magic is the embodiment of a wizard's will.]

In Braun's gradually widening eyes, Vid lightly raised his hand, his hair beginning to flutter, and fragments on the ground around him defying gravity by rising into the air. Suddenly, everyone felt breathless, as if the air had turned into some thick, viscous substance.

"Stop... stop him..."

At the front of the Witch Pure Party, someone struggled to lift their magic wand, but before the spell could be cast, their body suddenly swelled bizarrely.

Screaming in panic, he was unable to stop turning into a balloon, floating unsteadily toward the sky.

Standing at the back of the crowd, Malfoy couldn't help but scream, "Magic power explosion! He's having a magic power explosion!"

"Impossible!" Another scarred man refuted, "I've... never seen... an explosion of magic power... on this scale!"

Vid had already raised his palm, his hand empty in the eyes of others.

But in Vid's eyes, he saw himself holding many, many golden threads that extended in all directions, not just connecting everyone present, but every stone, every blade of grass, and certainly every wand!

[Ultimately, it's your own thoughts that determine its effect.]

He looked at Braun, lightly smiling.

"Thank you for your invitation, Mr. Braun, but—"

The boy's childlike voice resounded throughout the monastery, clear and articulate as he said:

"Those who can't defeat me face to face, what right do they have to make me yield?"

He gently twisted his wrist and suddenly swung his hand downward—

Boom—

In the smothering silence, it was as if something shattered.

Blinding white light erupted, like starlight cascading down, like a galaxy pouring forth, as if the sun had fallen into the human world!

"Sunlight Charm!" someone shouted, "That's the Sunlight Charm, anyone with dark creature bloodline should get out of the way—"

Before he could finish, he was blown away!

That ball of light instantly disintegrated into countless streaming rays, with more globes of light surging from every object—

Emerging from the collapsing stone pillars, from the climbing vines, from the shattered glass, from the twisted murals, from atop the Death Eaters' heads, even from the wands of the Witch Pure Party!

One after another, the light masses transformed into birds, beasts, and fish!

They were galloping horses, glowing wolves, unicorns running like the wind, flocks of eagles, gigantic roc birds, long-singing whales!

These beasts of light were entirely different from the Fiendfyre Monsters. They didn't burn, didn't spread; they simply carried their radiance and charged fiercely, knocking aside every person in their path before gradually dissipating in the rush.

Braun was also swept away indiscriminately. In the moment of physical contact, he distinctly sensed that the hound that struck him still held a kind of scorching, primal force, yet not entirely unleashed.

Sunlight...

Sunlight!

Is there any power in the world more fierce, more intense than the sun?

"Bang!"

The brown-haired youth landed heavily, the Light Beasts trampling over his chest, pressing his abdomen down.

However, Braun felt no pain; instead, his face couldn't help but break into an especially bright smile.

And Vid suddenly felt a bout of dizziness, as if all his strength was being drained, his small body swaying, his vision darkening.

——Oh no!

If he passed out now...

Just as he forcefully gathered his spirits, grabbing onto Harry, ready to try Apparating or some Space Transfer, he suddenly sensed a warm and powerful magic abruptly appearing nearby.

Though he couldn't remember, that kind of warm and reliable feeling... it must be that person... right?

That thought had barely arisen when his body softly tilted forward.

Before the boy could hit the ground, a pair of arms scooped him up, silvery-white beard brushing against his cheek, robes covering him like a cloak.

A soft sigh was vaguely heard:

"Too reckless..."

And the stupefied Harry shouted joyfully, "Dumbledore!"