Generally speaking, anger can be divided into several levels.
The first level is merely the most superficial disturbance of mood - one feels irritation in their heart, yet can still maintain composure in their expression.
Second layer: the trigger intensifies further, the flames of fury burn brighter, emotions and expressions now beyond control.
Third layer: retaliation and venting behaviours guided by the second layer.
Fourth layer: the extreme begets the opposite, the heart regains calm—not through indifference, but by transforming rage into reason, the mind entering a peculiar state.
This was Wayne's current condition.
Since you enjoy playing with fire, I'll play along to your heart's content.
Since you enjoy bullying Muggles, come bully this Muggle-born wizard.
Wayne moved. A small flame gathered in his palm, swelling at alarming speed under the infusion of magical power until it surpassed human height within moments. The fireball ascended like a great sun rising from the horizon.
Dawn broke.
Countless people noticed the commotion. Beneath the 'sun', even from kilometres away, shadowy figures could faintly be discerned.
Hermione cast Eagle Eye spells for herself and the other girls. Her face paled upon seeing clearly. "It's Wayne! He's confronting those rioters!"
"This is too dangerous!"
Sakura drew her wand. "I'm going to help Wayne!"
Tomoyo remained silent, her ever-present smile replaced by solemnity as she quietly retrieved her own wand.
Though the other girls knew Wayne's strength, according to fleeing Hogwarts students' accounts, he faced hundreds of wizards!
The twins and Cedric charged out without hesitation, Harry following. Nagini swiftly directed several giant serpents to block them.
"Gardevoir!"
Gardevoir pushed her hands forward, erecting a protective barrier—warding against threats both outside and within—while telepathically conveying one message to all: Trust the master!
"But there are hundreds of wizards!" Cho fretted. "Even the Headmaster couldn't withstand that many head-on!"
"Rest easy, Cho," Nagini soothed. "Wizards vary. If Wayne dares this, he has absolute certainty."
Nagini couldn't elaborate further—this era couldn't comprehend what wizards like Grindelwald and Dumbledore truly represented.
And Wayne undoubtedly stood on their level—perhaps... having progressed further down that path.
"Look!" Astoria suddenly pointed skyward. "The sun... It's falling!"
...
Wayne flipped his palm downward. The blazing sun descended, its scorching light illuminating the rioters' panicked faces. They fled, but the solar expanse was too vast—escape by foot impossible.
Bang~!
Someone attempted to Apparate. Space, already distorted unnoticed, left half his body behind—twitching legs and spilt entrails remaining.
The fireball struck. Led by the hooded figure, the assailants frantically defended. Each spell hitting the orb dispersed fragments of flame.
Yet this spell wasn't meant to kill them directly. Under the horrified gaze of hundreds, the fireball split violently in two, igniting all surrounding tents to form a blazing corridor before reuniting hundreds of metres away, creating a massive ring of fire that trapped everyone inside.
Only behind Wayne lay an unobstructed path to freedom.
Admittedly, restraining such power to avoid killing these insects proved difficult. Several wizards were instantly consumed by the scorching firewalls, their screams cut short as they vanished without a trace.
Seizing the final moments before the firewall sealed, Sirius and Mr Weasley slipped through, aghast at the scene before them.
"My name is Wayne Lawrence. I'm a Muggle-born wizard—or as you'd say, a Mudblood."
The youth's melodious voice floated through the air, reaching every ear with perfect clarity.
The crowd remained stupefied by the terrifying sea of flames, staring dumbly at the sky. For a moment, the chaotic scene fell eerily silent.
Several Ministry officials, hidden among them, seized the chance to scramble near the sole exit, wands raised nervously.
"To those cowards hiding their true faces in the middle—don't worry, we'll take our time."
"As for the rest of you insignificant pests, if you don't make it home today, don't blame me. Humans never apologise for crushing ants."
Wayne gradually descended until he hovered mere feet above ground, his calm face and flame-lit eyes now clearly visible.
"Some underage brat, acting all high and mighty!" A drunken, burly blond roared. "Let's grab him and make him suffer!"
"Uraaah!"
He took a swig from his bottle and charged forward, wand in hand, followed by several companions.
"He's right! He's alone against hundreds of us! We'll overwhelm him through sheer numbers!"
Douglas Flint fanned the flames from within the crowd, firing a powerful curse.
His words reignited the mob's bloodlust. Dozens surged towards Wayne, spells blazing.
Though disorganised and uncoordinated, the sheer volume of curses became a terrifying spectacle.
Nearby, innocent bystanders fled in terror along the firewall's edges.
With a single-handed gesture, Wayne conjured a silver shield before him. Spells ricocheted wildly off its surface as his wand swept sideways, causing the firewalls to surge. Flames coalesced into fiery dragons that plunged towards the advancing horde.
"Shields! Shields!" A hooded figure shouted. Soon, various water-based spells erupted, meeting the flames in explosive bursts of steam.
Through the mist, curses kept flying—not just standard Disarming and Stunning Spells, but vicious hexes woven amongst them.
Fortunately, they hadn't descended into complete madness; no Unforgivables were cast.
Even Dumbledore or Grindelwald would never attempt to withstand hundreds of simultaneous curses head-on—the most foolish approach imaginable.
Quantity transformed into quality. No protective charm could endure such concentrated assault without shattering under the pressure.
But Wayne refused to hide.
Facing such scum, evasion would be an insult to him.
Why should he hide?
With a ferocious aura, a blood-red lightning mark emerged between his brows, making the youth's features appear increasingly eerie.
Confronted by hundreds of adult wizards, he no longer had the patience to restrain the Witch-Heart's innate abilities.
Knight Does Not Die Empty-Handed activated, enhancing his wand's endurance. Two consecutive Apparitions later, Sudden Impact triggered as several spells struck the lead wizard, blowing half his body apart – Phase Rush's talent also activated.
Nearly all of Wayne's innate abilities were now fully engaged, his overwhelming magical power leaking uncontrollably, forming visible ripples in the air.
Boom!
Boom!
Dark clouds churned overhead as lightning struck chaotically, colliding with curses to create explosions. The remaining spells painted Wayne's face in kaleidoscopic colours.
The youth held his wand horizontally across his chest as a wall of starlight formed the most impregnable barrier imaginable. Countless spells struck its surface, only creating ripples and minor cracks.
"He's actually holding them off!" Sirius Black shouted excitedly, his heart nearly leaping from his chest.
Mr Weasley nodded dumbly. They'd wanted to help earlier, but the 'sea of spells' had made an approach impossible. The battleground had become a no-go zone.
Seeing Wayne withstand hundreds of wizards' combined assault single-handedly left Mr Weasley speechless with shock.
Sirius suddenly looked at him: "Arthur, do you think if I paid Wayne tuition, he'd teach me magic?"
Remembering Harry was already receiving lessons from Wayne, Sirius grew tempted.
"How should I know?" Mr Weasley snapped. "Help treat the wounded!"
Some idiots had misfired spells wildly earlier, injuring several bystanders. Fortunately, Ministry of Magic employees present knew basic healing spells to stabilise them.
"Damn it! His magical power can't last!" someone in the riotous crowd rasped, continuing to fire curses madly.
Wayne flicked his wrist, sending a pitch-black lightning ball at the speaker's feet, where it detonated violently.
Many collapsed, screaming before they could react. The instigator's limbs were blown apart, causing chaos. The floating Roberts family lost their levitation, plummeting earthwards.
Wayne pointed his wand, guiding them towards himself.
"Save them? In your dreams!" Flint screamed hysterically, aiming at the unconscious Mr Roberts: "Avada Kedavra!"
If Wayne rescued them under everyone's noses, the humiliation would haunt Flint for a year.
The Killing Curse's emerald light shot towards Roberts. Wayne's gaze snapped towards it as he clawed upwards violently. The pavement erupted, launching a hooded assailant mid-spell into the air.
The green light struck him, and then the hooded figure collapsed limply onto the ground.
This scene shocked those around them.
"Murder!"
"Damn it, Fl... what are you doing!"
Instant chaos erupted among the hooded figures. Fear finally took hold, and many began to retreat, desperately pushing against the protective barrier in an attempt to escape the sea of flames.
...
But after several failed attempts resulted in charred corpses, they abandoned all hope.
With the hostages no longer a constraint, Wayne was like a dragon unleashed into the ocean!
A resounding draconic roar erupted from within him, leaving many questioning whether they'd imagined it.
A dragon?
Why was there a dragon nearby?
After tossing the Roberts family to the Ministry officials behind him, the young man's figure rose even higher, a phantom dragon silhouette manifesting behind him.
A vast net of lightning descended from the sky, pressing down upon the crowd.
What had initially been a concentrated force of several hundred had now scattered. Spells shot in from all directions, but without their earlier coordination, the sporadic attacks against Wayne's silver shield only drained his magical power without posing any real threat.
The lightning net closed in, encircling the crowd just as it had with the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest. Many who touched the arcs convulsed before collapsing, dead on the spot.
As the net drew nearer, it compressed their space to move. Dozens found themselves unable even to raise their wands, standing like lambs awaiting slaughter, utterly defenceless.
Sobs and pleas filled the air—they were now experiencing the very terror they'd inflicted on others.
Suddenly, numerous protective artefacts activated among the hooded figures, high-quality protective enchantments allowing some to break free.
But none dared think of counterattacking now. Two particularly skilled hooded individuals boldly managed to Apparate to safety.
The rest were consumed by panic.
There was no escape!
The youth in the sky was a demon! He showed no regard for wizarding lives!
In mere minutes, dozens of wizards had already perished!
"Let me go!" Several hooded figures knelt, begging. "Name your price—anything! Just let me leave!"
Wayne ignored them entirely, his gaze instead locking onto the wizard who'd cast the Killing Curse at the Roberts family.
"Even through that mask, I can feel your fear... and your hatred for me."
"What gutter did you crawl out of, rat?"
Flint said nothing, his entire body trembling.
If there existed a potion to undo regrets, he'd sell his entire fortune for it—just to undo his participation in this rally.
No! He wouldn't even have come to the World Cup!
Hmm?
Wayne frowned, his attention shifting beyond the fiery barrier. A large contingent of Ministry employees had arrived nearby, moving towards the only gap in the flames, including numerous Hit Wizards and Aurors.
He even spotted Fudge and Crouch, their faces dripping with sweat.
Far from pleased, Wayne was irritated by their premature arrival.
Was this all he'd managed to kill?
The young man flexed his right hand—and the sole opening in the wall of flames began slowly sealing shut.
Mr Weasley saw this scene and his heart skipped a beat. Thinking of something terrible, he quickly shouted, "Wayne, that's enough! They've surrendered!"
But it wasn't nearly enough...
The boy's wand dipped slightly lower as a red glint flashed through his eyes – unseen by anyone.
The cloaked figures shuddered abruptly before raising their wands in unison, crying out, "Avada Kedavra!"
Mr Weasley turned deathly pale. Hadn't they already surrendered?
Why were they launching another attack?!
It wasn't naivety – he simply didn't think these people were fools.
When so many hadn't been able to threaten Wayne's life earlier, what could this handful possibly achieve now?
This wasn't survival. This was suicide!
Above them, Wayne smiled for the first time since arriving at the scene.
He extended his right hand.
"Stellar Surge!"
Brilliant starlight coalesced into a pillar of astral flame, obliterating several green Killing Curses before streaking downwards to strike multiple hooded figures.
"AAAAARGH!"
The bloodcurdling screams lasted mere seconds before being silenced. When the light faded, Sirius's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.
The attackers had completely crystallised, transformed into massive human-shaped diamonds...
The stench of urine filled the air as the dozen surviving hooded figures completely broke down, prostrating themselves while begging for mercy.
"Enough! Wayne, that's enough!" Mr Weasley trembled from head to toe, barely resisting the urge to kneel himself.
Though he despised these suspected Death Eaters, the wizarding population was limited. With these individuals all being prominent figures, further bloodshed would cause utter chaos!
Fortunately, a chorus of voices suddenly rang out beyond the firewalls:
"FINITE INCANTATEM!"