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Chapter 202: Ambush
Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Ambush
After a moment of silence, Dumbledore asked, "Mr. Alex, what is the name of this spell?"
Alex thought for a moment and replied, "My World. It's called My World. This spell can freely alter the environment and transform it into whatever form you desire. That's why I named it My World."
"My World?" Dumbledore repeated the name thoughtfully and then asked the most crucial question,
"How difficult is this spell to learn? Can it be widely taught?"
These two factors would determine whether My World could rival Transfiguration as a groundbreaking spell.
If the spell's difficulty was relatively low, allowing every wizard to master it as they could Transfiguration, it would undoubtedly become a revolutionary new spell equal to, if not superior to, Transfiguration.
However, if the spell's complexity prevented widespread adoption, it would merely become a niche tool akin to ancient magic—powerful yet impractical.
Alex rubbed his chin, pondering whether Chaos Magic from this world could replicate the effects of My World.
After some thought, he concluded that it was indeed possible.
Chaos Magic inherently possesses immense flexibility. As long as he could refine the casting gestures and mana flow, it would be feasible to simulate a simplified version of My World.
However, that would be the limit. To create a more powerful version of My World, he would need to alter some of this world's fundamental rules. Alex couldn't yet accomplish that, but he believed it was only a matter of time. Once he destroyed all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, he would likely have the ability to manipulate parts of the rules governing the Harry Potter world.
Thus, Alex responded,
"Currently, this is a unique spell that only I can cast. It's still in its infancy, but with some refinement, it will eventually become usable by other wizards.
Given some time, I'll fully develop the My World spell, and by then, almost every wizard will be able to use it."
Dumbledore fell silent again. After a moment, he finally said, "I think I'll need to nominate you for more awards. A single First Class Order of Merlin is far from sufficient to recognize your contributions to the wizarding world."
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A week later, Alex completed the development of the My World spell.
The spell only had two basic functions: extracting blocks and placing blocks. Yet even with just these two functions, it created an unparalleled impact on the wizarding world.
After the spell was made public, countless wizards began to study and use My World. Soon, numerous massive structures, defying the laws of physics, began to appear.
Even among wizards, there were those with boundless imagination. For instance, Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, used his creativity to design a variety of new structures built entirely from blocks. In a short period, he became the wizarding world's foremost architectural expert.
Thanks to Arthur Weasley's innovative designs, the once-impoverished Weasley family quickly grew wealthy, amassing a considerable fortune in a very short time!
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Though Alex was aware of the commotion outside, he paid it no mind. He even declined invitations to numerous balls and events hosted by various magical organizations.
Alex didn't care if other wizards used his spell. Nor did he care about fame or Galleons. After all, this world was destined to become his world, and he would ascend as the Dimensional God of the Harry Potter universe!
Creating a spell for his future subjects wasn't an act of generosity—it was merely a casual indulgence on Alex's part.
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That day was the Halloween feast. Carved pumpkin lanterns floated in midair, their flickering lights casting ghostly shadows on the walls through the carved faces.
Thunder rumbled outside the Great Hall, but the atmosphere inside was jubilant. It was one of the rare communal feasts at Hogwarts, a joyous Halloween celebration.
Young wizards from all four houses sat at their respective long tables, indulging in the variety of delicious foods on offer.
Cheeses, fruits, and juices were arrayed across the tables, freely available for the students. Whenever a dish was emptied, house-elves would promptly replenish it. This truly was an unlimited buffet!
Alex sat at the Ravenclaw table, nibbling on the various delicacies in front of him.
The food was delicious, but most of it consisted of desserts. After just a few bites, he grew tired of the sweetness and didn't feel like eating anymore.
So, he picked up a book and resumed reading.
As Alex read, the situation around him became rather unusual.
Though he sat at the Ravenclaw table, students from all three other houses had inexplicably gathered around him, leaving their own tables to sit at his.
The other students, following Alex's lead, began heading toward their dormitories.
However, before they could make much progress, a sharp scream pierced the air.
"Ah! A huge snake—and so many trolls! Alex, save me!"
The scream came from a Slytherin girl. Whether she was truly terrified or feigning fear was unclear, but as she cried out and trembled, she managed to expertly shove Hermione aside and wrap herself around Alex.
Alex was momentarily speechless. The girl, a sixth-year Slytherin, was sixteen years old and towered over him by at least two heads.
At the moment, his face was entirely buried in her chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
This avatar of his, while powered by chaotic magic, didn't have great physical strength. As a result, he couldn't immediately break free from the girl's grip and found himself being taken advantage of.
Quickly regaining his composure, Alex pulled out his wand and cast a Levitation Charm, gently moving the girl aside. Ignoring her resentful gaze, he walked to the window to assess the situation.
Outside, he saw a massive basilisk and several towering trolls rapidly approaching the castle.
Using his keen perception, Alex immediately determined their target—it was him!
With a simple divination spell, Alex immediately understood the reason behind the attack.
Ever since he had begun demonstrating his extraordinary talents in the wizarding world, Voldemort—hidden in the shadows—had been watching. As Alex continued to invent one groundbreaking spell after another, Voldemort started to panic.
It became clear to Voldemort that if Alex were allowed to grow unchecked, he might surpass even Dumbledore and become an even greater force for good. At that point, even if Voldemort were fully resurrected, he wouldn't stand a chance. His plans would crumble, for Alex would become an insurmountable mountain blocking his path to domination.
Thus, Voldemort made his decision: Alex must be eliminated while he was still "weak."
The trolls and the basilisk unleashed today were part of Voldemort's plan to kill Alex.
It must be said that Voldemort's plan had already succeeded to a great extent. Dumbledore and the professors had been lured to the dungeons by the commotion, leaving Alex without immediate backup. If Alex were merely an exceptionally gifted young wizard, he might indeed have been overwhelmed by the attacking monsters.
But Voldemort's plan was doomed to fail. Alex was far more than a gifted wizard—he was a traveler from another world, with an essence rooted in the power of a multiverse-level entity.
As the young wizards around him panicked, Alex calmly stepped onto the windowsill. Ignoring their gasps and cries of alarm, he leapt into the air.
As he fell toward the ground, Alex retrieved a prepared bucket of water. Just before landing, he poured the water onto the ground, creating a perfect water block.
The moment Alex landed on the water block, a mystical rule of the world activated—he was completely immune to fall damage!
This was a basic trick from Minecraft: infinite water! Now, Alex had seamlessly applied it in the world of Harry Potter!
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Meanwhile, back in the Great Hall, as soon as the students and professors left, the unconscious Professor Quirrell stirred.
When he stood up, his face twisted into a grotesque expression—it was no longer Quirrell's face. The fragment of Voldemort's soul had taken over his body entirely.
Now fully in control, Voldemort used Quirrell's body to sprint out of the Great Hall and onto the Hogwarts grounds. Once outside, he immediately cast spells to direct the basilisk and trolls toward the castle.
Ever since Alex began to demonstrate his prodigious talent, Voldemort had been unable to sleep or eat in peace. Alex's potential terrified him. With enough time, Voldemort realized, even in his prime, he wouldn't be a match for Alex.
As a genius himself, Voldemort deeply understood how overwhelming a true prodigy could be to an ordinary wizard.
Unfortunately for Voldemort, he was now the ordinary wizard, while Alex had become the prodigy.
Voldemort could not accept this. He would not allow it.
Today would be the day Alex died.
Watching Alex leap from the window, Voldemort couldn't suppress a triumphant grin.
"Still just a foolish young wizard," he thought. "Too reckless, too inexperienced. He's as good as dead!"
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