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Watching the magical manifestation triggered by the clash between the two wielders of the twin wands, I felt some of my worries dissipate.
From the beginning, I was always 100% certain that, when Harry and Voldemort finally faced each other, this peculiar and extraordinary phenomenon would occur.
However, even knowing that, I obviously still wished for a firmer, more undeniable confirmation. You never know — my existence and the interference I've caused in this world could very well have triggered a butterfly effect capable of altering even this detail.
And now, seeing the golden connection forming right before my eyes, I was able to relax a bit.
Of course, whether Priori Incantatem happened or not wasn't exactly critical or central to me. In fact, it wasn't even that important to my plans.
This magical manifestation, as powerful and mystical as it was, was still just another layer of protection that Harry possessed against Voldemort.
Actually, it would have been much more advantageous if the Dark Lord had remained unaware of it, considering the bigger picture.
If he had never discovered that he couldn't kill Harry using his own wand, he would never have kidnapped and interrogated Mr. Ollivander — which, in turn, would've prevented him from learning about the existence of the Elder Wand.
And without that knowledge, he wouldn't have gone after one of the most dangerous and unpredictable magical artifacts in history.
An object that, if acquired by him, could completely change the course of the war.
There are many rules and conditions for earning this particular Deathly Hallow's loyalty, but I couldn't guarantee that Voldemort wouldn't be able to get his hands on it somehow — even through twisted means.
So, considering that concern, it was preferable — and even wise — that he had remained ignorant of Priori Incantatem.
'Sigh... Well, what's done is done, so there's no point in thinking about it too much'
'Now the only thing I can do is keep an eye on Mr. Ollivander to make sure nothing bad happens to him,' I thought.
In my mind, I was already starting to sketch out and plan potential countermeasures to protect that eccentric, yet kind old wizard.
*BZZZZHHHH!*
Then, an electric, vibrating sound sounded again, snappimg me out of my thoughts. I immediately turned my attention back to the magical tug-of-war in front of me.
With a sharp, calculating expression, I focused closely on the two wizards locked in battle — the brave, kind young boy on the side of light, and the cruel, arrogant man on the side of darkness.
'It's happening,' I thought, narrowing my eyes as I felt and saw the magic around us becoming denser and stronger.
Nearly all of the ambient magic in the graveyard began to converge toward a single point: the golden beam created by Priori Incantatem.
Then, a single, powerful pulse of magic exploded, emerging directly from the point where the two spells were connected.
Immediately afterward, wave after wave of energy was released, and those waves began to form a translucent golden dome that rapidly expanded, completely enclosing both duelists.
To the surprise of all the wizards present — except me — once the dome formed, the two wizards inside began to slowly levitate.
'What the hell is happening?!' Harry shouted in a panic in his mind, not knowing this was the exact same thought running through his enemy's head.
Both were so shocked and shaken by the situation that they didn't even know how to react.
Unable to stop whatever was happening, all they could do was watch, wide-eyed, the magical spectacle unfolding around them.
I, however, knew exactly what was going on: Priori Incantatem had entered its final phase.
Now, Harry and the bald dark wizard would face off in a different kind of battle — a contest of will and intent... One Voldemort was destined to lose.
'Perfect,' I nodded to myself.
This was the opportunity I had been waiting for all along.
It was precisely because I knew this moment would come that I asked Harry to face Voldemort alone.
'Now that the true final battle of the night has begun, I need to hurry and destroy this damn anti-apparition ward as fast as possible' I murmured internally, fully aware of how urgent my situation was.
Still using my ocular ability, I began scanning every corner of the graveyard, searching for any rune that had yet to be destroyed.
My amber eyes, with slitted pupils, glowed intensely — wild and sharp like a predator's, completely enhanced by my magic.
My Magic Vision had remained active since the moment I stepped into this death-marked place, and now, while searching for the runes scattered around the graveyard, I pushed it to its absolute limit.
I didn't let my eyes rest for even a second, which inevitably began straining my vision and draining my mental energy.
Still, I resisted the fatigue. There was something far more important than my health to deal with at the moment.
'Damn it... That snake-faced bastard really didn't want anyone interrupting his return,' I cursed, resisting the urge to hex the dark wizard trapped inside the golden dome.
My frustration came after close and careful observation, where I realized that it would take far longer than I'd anticipated to break all the runes in the area.
Voldemort had inscribed the anti-apparition and anti-portkey runes deep into the graveyard, clearly intending to prevent anyone — likely Headmaster Dumbledore or the Aurors — from interfering with his resurrection.
With my enhanced vision, I could see that the ward covered a much wider area than just the graveyard. The runes stretched across the entire place, even reaching the Riddle House at the top of the hill.
And beyond that, there were runes inscribed within every grave, mausoleum, and catacomb — from the most visible and accessible to the deepest and most hidden.
'He must've gone through a lot of trouble to do all this...' I thought sarcastically, clearly frustrated.
But knowing that getting angry wouldn't help, I calmed myself, abandoning my original escape plan of using a Portkey or Apparition.
'Well, looks like I have no choice but to go with plan C,' I thought with a serious look, making my decision.
This plan was a backup I had saved in case my initial strategies failed — as was currently the case.
And in some ways, it was simpler and easier than the others, but also the one with the highest chance of failure, which is why I had left it for last.
'I just hope he hears me... like he did that other time' I thought, somewhat apprehensive.
Then, taking a deep breath, I focused completely. I let my magic flow freely, strengthening the connection I had with it — and with my Beast Talk, which I would also use.
When I felt ready, I looked up to the sky.
'Fawkes!' I shouted in my mind, adding a bit of magic to my inner voice, 'Please... come here! I need your help!'
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-Hogwarts – Inside the Castle-
In the Headmaster's office, perched on his golden stand, a large bird with red and orange feathers burning like embers raised its head.
He heard a familiar voice in his mind, calling to him like a prayer.
Recognizing that voice and sensing the urgency in it, Fawkes didn't hesitate for a second before answering the call.
Without delay, he spread his wings and took flight, soaring out through the open window.
Flying through the moonlit night sky, Fawkes let out a solemn, ringing cry, beginning to gather his magic.
In mere moments, his special magic had fully gathered and concentrated within his body, burning like the very flame of life.
Then, with a powerful thrust, he released that magic, resulting in a beautiful explosion of red and golden flames that completely engulfed the phoenix.
And after this phenomenon, one last birdsong echoed before the immortal bird vanished into the fire.
The magnificent and magical cry resounded throughout the entire school of Hogwarts, reaching the ears of those on the Quidditch pitch.
Everyone — professors, students, Ministry officials, and guests alike — looked up, surprised and confused.
'Hmm...' Headmaster Dumbledore, who had also heard the familiar cry of his animal friend, raised his head to glance toward the tower where his office was.
His eyes, which had previously been serious and troubled over the current crisis involving the disappearance of two champions, now lit up with a glint of understanding.
'So that's it...' he thought, allowing a small, relieved smile to appear on his aged face.
End.
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