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"This wand is quite powerful… its magic doesn't seem to be weaker than my own wand," Dumbledore murmured, carefully feeling the wand in his hand.
"Not just that—the balance, the loyalty… It's remarkably well-crafted. A rare and powerful wand indeed."
After about half a minute, the silver-haired wizard slowly opened his eyes.
"But the spell you just cast… I suspect it wasn't the wand doing the heavy lifting, was it, Mr. Shafiq?"
"No," Aris nodded slightly.
"There was something else at play… Did you come up with that magic yourself?" Dumbledore asked, studying him closely.
"I did," Aris replied again, this time with more confidence.
He took a small breath and began explaining, "It's a completely new system of magic—I call it Elemental Magic."
"Professor Dumbledore, I've actually been meaning to talk to you about it for some time. You're the most knowledgeable wizard alive… I thought, if anyone might understand, it would be you."
"Do you know much about the elements?"
Now that Dumbledore had seen through part of the truth, Aris had no reason to hide anything. In fact, he'd always known that developing elemental magic would be a long and difficult journey.
Spreading it in this world would be even harder.
But eventually, he would need guidance—and there was no one better suited than Dumbledore.
The reason he'd kept a low profile until now was simple: he hadn't been strong enough. He hadn't had any leverage.
But things had changed. With Iris's support, his strength had long surpassed the average adult wizard.
It was time to step into the light.
"You…"
Dumbledore's gaze had always been full of mystery and wisdom—like a still lake hiding endless depths.
But now, for just a flicker of a second, Aris caught a rare glint of surprise in the old man's eyes.
"This word crops up in a few ancient scrolls and tomes," Dumbledore said, his tone tinged with regret, "but the actual lineage... it's been lost to time."
"Child, the theory of elements is a deeply arcane field. Even I can't claim much expertise in it—but I do understand its significance…"
"It's the very origin of magic. The point where all spells, no matter how advanced or simple, ultimately converge."
"If you manage to grasp even a sliver of this power, you'd stand among the highest in our magical world."
He paused, and his expression darkened slightly.
"But as I've said… the more mysterious the magic, the more dangerous it becomes."
The old wizard turned serious, fixing Aris with a solemn gaze.
"Promise me you won't delve too far—not yet. Not until you've fully mastered the magic we already understand."
"Because once elemental forces are involved, and if anything goes awry… even I might not be able to protect you."
Aris chuckled softly at that.
He stepped forward, extended his hand, and said with a confident glint in his eye, "Professor… would you like to experience the elemental world for yourself?"
Dumbledore blinked in surprise. "I beg your pardon?"
"If you're willing," Aris said, voice calm and steady, "I can take you there. I can show you."
For a brief moment, the great wizard was at a loss.
"You… you can actually show me the world of elements?"
His face was filled with scepticism, but beneath that, unmistakable curiosity.
"Yes. All you have to do is take my hand—and meditate with me."
Aris stood still, waiting patiently.
Dumbledore hesitated.
But in the end, curiosity won.
He slowly reached out his weathered hand and gently placed it in Aris's palm.
Then, as if by silent agreement, they both closed their eyes.
At the same time, Iris fluttered out of Aris's arms. A wave of draconic might pulsed from her small frame, blanketing the area to ward off any potential threats while the two meditated.
Aris began his systematic meditation, soon connecting with the vibrant elemental energies pulsing through the world around him. As those energies surged and swirled nearby, he also sensed Dumbledore's powerful soul—blazing like the midday sun in the elemental realm.
The meditation technique gifted by the system was worlds apart from the mundane methods used by wizards here.
Ordinary meditation in this world was, in truth, little more than a calming exercise—something to help a wizard recover magic faster. It offered no deeper insight, no real connection to the forces beneath the surface.
But with Aris's guidance, the experience changed entirely.
For someone with Dumbledore's immense soul strength, connecting to elemental energy was simple—provided he had the right key. It was even likely that Dumbledore had brushed against these forces before, without realising it, unable to form a proper bond due to lacking the knowledge and structure necessary to bridge the gap.
Now, Aris's task was straightforward: help the old wizard forge a direct link between his soul and the elemental forces of the world.
It wasn't difficult—not for him.
Under Aris's careful guidance, the elemental energy began to pour in, flowing steadily towards Dumbledore's radiant soul.
Within the ethereal space of spirit and magic, that brilliant soul was slowly enveloped by streams of light—elemental energies of every colour, dancing and weaving together in mesmerising harmony.
During the process, some of the elemental energy began to merge effortlessly with Dumbledore's soul.
Before long, the old wizard seemed to grasp something. He slowly began to manipulate his soul's power, tentatively attempting to establish a connection with the surrounding elemental forces.
It was, without a doubt, a difficult task—he had no formal training in elemental perception, no established methods to rely on. All he had was the sheer strength of his soul, using brute force to try and spark resonance with the raw elements.
Without Aris's intervention, it was likely Dumbledore would've never crossed this threshold. He might've gone his entire life without unlocking the door to this mysterious world.
It was rather like having a powerful computer with an excellent CPU—Dumbledore's soul—but no proper graphics driver. Without the right software, the machine couldn't render the vast, majestic world of elemental energy. It simply wouldn't know how to translate it.
That's where Aris came in.
First, he had to carefully guide Dumbledore's soul into synchronising with the elemental frequencies—gently nudging both into alignment.
Then, he soothed the elemental energy to keep it stable, preventing any flare-ups that could result in spiritual backlash.
Finally, he began constructing a bridge between the two—soul and element—one connection at a time.
After a while, Aris slowly withdrew his own spiritual power.
By then, Dumbledore's soul had entered a fascinating state. His essence glowed faintly, resonating with the elemental currents. They pulsed together like a heartbeat—breathing in unison, flickering with light in perfect sync.
The old wizard had done it. He'd formed an initial link with the elemental world.
Aris didn't disturb him. He quietly retreated from the spiritual plane, opening his eyes and glancing at Dumbledore—still seated in deep meditation.
"From now on, he's probably even more deserving of the title—the greatest and most powerful white wizard in the world."
Aris understood very well—elemental energy held boundless possibilities for a truly powerful wizard.
Even Dumbledore himself couldn't foresee how far he might advance now that he'd come into contact with the elemental realm.
Still, Aris had no regrets.
Because… this marked his first step in introducing the elemental magic system to this world. The very first step towards reviving a forgotten legacy.
"Master, you really just shared the secret of the elements with the professor like that…" The little red dragon glanced at Dumbledore, who was still lost in meditation, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Clearly, she too had noticed something was different about the old wizard.
"He's a good headmaster. One worthy of respect," Aris replied with a soft smile. "And let's be honest—the wizarding world's a lot more interesting with him in it, isn't it?"
He wasn't the least bit worried about Dumbledore turning against him after gaining access to elemental magic.
For one, he trusted the man's character. Going by what he'd read in the original story, the headmaster had always come across as someone worthy of admiration.
Sure, he hadn't handled every situation perfectly—far from it.
But sometimes, circumstances left little room for better choices. After all, Dumbledore was only human. Not a god. And humans make mistakes. There are things even the greatest wizard can't control.
Yet, until the end of his life, he always stood to protect the wizarding world. Even laid down his life for them.
There was no denying it—he was a great man, a great wizard.
And more than that, Aris believed that once someone glimpsed the awe-inspiring beauty of the elemental world, they couldn't help but be humbled.
That kind of soul-deep resonance made one revere life more, not less.
He shook his head with a chuckle, then scooped Iris back into his arms and said, "Go on, tell your little mates to clear off. We don't want it looking like we're bullying the poor spiders. We're the good guys, yeah?"
"Yep!" the little red dragon chirped, nodding enthusiastically. "We're the good people!"
A second later, Iris let out another commanding roar.
The spiders, who'd been itching to flee from this nightmare of a scene, scattered in all directions like they'd just been granted a royal pardon.
At the head of the retreat, scuttling faster than anything his size had a right to, was Aragog!
Looking at the speed he took off with, you'd never guess he was a decades-old beast!
Watching it unfold, Hagrid stood dumbfounded once again.
He'd originally assumed the spiders were all cowering because of Dumbledore's presence.
But now… what in Merlin's name was that little red creature?
Hang on—was that a dragon?
A dragon!?
Aris had a dragon?!
And it could talk?
The moment Hagrid laid eyes on Iris, his entire face lit up like a Christmas tree.
Without missing a beat, Aris swiftly summoned the little red dragon back into her pet space.
No way was he leaving Iris out in the open in front of someone like Hagrid. The man was a walking dragon fanatic!
If Hagrid got too excited and accidentally did something to irritate her, he'd probably get sent flying with a casual swipe of her claw!
Iris didn't have the same level of patience with strangers as she did with Aris—Aragog's sorry state was proof enough of that.
"Aris, that was a dragon just now, wasn't it? That was a dragon, yeah?!"
Seeing the creature vanish into thin air right before his eyes, even someone as slow to catch on as Hagrid could tell it was Aris's doing.
He rubbed his big, calloused hands together eagerly, looking up with the sort of hopeful grin that made Aris feel a little uneasy.
"Aris, I know quite a bit about dragons, but I can't for the life of me figure out how it vanished like that!" Hagrid muttered, still staring at the spot where Iris had disappeared.
"Oh, that's summoning magic," Aris replied casually.
"Summoning? Magic?" Hagrid blinked, clearly baffled. His brow furrowed in confusion for a moment… then his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Aris, I've got a favour to ask—do you reckon you could teach me that summoning magic?" the big man asked, scratching his head sheepishly, though the gleam of hope in his eyes was impossible to miss.
Aris paused, clearly thrown off.
"Teach you summoning magic?" he echoed, a bit awkward.
"Yeah… that might be a bit tricky."
He looked genuinely apologetic.
After all, Aris wasn't even sure if he could summon another dragon himself—not through the system, anyway.
And even if he could… there was no way he'd hand one over to this overenthusiastic half-giant.
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