章 439: 0438 Their Duel (Part-2)

The wizards fleeing the Quidditch stadium in all directions were stunned to witness the deep, inky night sky suddenly torn apart by an incredibly brilliant light, illuminating everything as bright as the most radiant summer day. Turning back in astonishment, their eyes widened in disbelief as they observed an intensely radiant sun, its surface roiling with golden flames, slowly rising above the dilapidated Quidditch pitch. This celestial anomaly emanated a heavy, oppressive aura that seemed to press down upon their very souls, making breathing difficult and movement laborious.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thunderous sounds reverberated through the air, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Before one of the fleeing wizards stumbled and fell, the two opposing figures stood speechless.

Having made her decision, Cliodna knew there was no turning back. A look of determination flashed in her green eyes. Every writhing vine occupying the Quidditch pitch appeared to be an extension of her very limbs. Under her mental command, these massive, terrifying vines - each as thick as an ancient oak and covered in thorns sharp enough to pierce dragonhide - suddenly sprang into action with a life of their own. They simultaneously straightened their twisted trunks and, with an air of earth-shattering destruction that sent tremors through the ground, smashing towards the airborne Bryan Watson with the force of a hundred battering rams!

At that moment, Bryan resembled the legendary Phoenix from Muggle mythology reborn in its most glorious form. The Fiendfyre surrounding him had transformed into a searing inferno of terrible heat, its flames dancing in hues of red, orange, and blue that hurt the eyes to look upon directly.

Faced with the thorny vines attacking from all directions, his eyes suddenly flared with a fiery determination that matched the inferno surrounding him. The intense heat contained around his form erupted in a powerful wave, radiating outward in all directions like the blast from an exploding star.

The vines controlled by Cliodna, formidable as they were, couldn't withstand even a moment after entering the 'sun's' domain. They instantly lost their vibrant green color, scorched into nothingness faster than the eye could follow. The plant matter combusted so thoroughly that not even ashes remained behind, leaving only wisps of pungent smoke to mark their passing.

However, the ancient Druid legacy, passed down through countless generations and honed over millennia, had its own wonders to reveal. The vines sprouted again from the scarred and blackened ground, seemingly endless.

Where the 'sun's' domain clashed fiercely with the ever-regenerating vines, bolts of lightning as bright as magnesium flares erupted, accompanied by incredibly powerful gusts of wind that howled like a banshee's wail.

The 'miracle structure' that the Ministry of Magic had painstakingly built over half a year, pouring countless galleons and man-hours into its construction, proved tragically fragile under the onslaught of lightning, wind, and temperatures hot enough to melt stone. It collapsed piece by piece, each section giving way with a groan of twisting metal and shattering wood that added to the synergy of destruction.

The violent magical impact caused every inch of space within the stadium to shake violently. To the terrified onlookers, the Quidditch pitch became a blur of chaos, as if viewed through a veil of shimmering heat. The only clear sight amidst the turmoil was the 'sun' suspended high in the sky, and within it, a figure as majestic and terrible as a wrathful celestial god!

The fleeing crowd stopped in their tracks, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle unfolding before them. In the surrounding forest, the faint flashes of camera bulbs kept appearing as brave (or foolish) journalists attempted to capture the historic moment. Sirius and Mr. Weasley led the children away from the pitch to higher ground, constantly glancing back to ensure no one was left behind. Only when the overwhelming pressure behind them became less oppressive, allowing them to breathe more freely, did they finally stop to catch their breath.

The earth cracked inch by inch, fissures spreading like a spider's web across the once-primeval grounds. A stray bolt of lightning, more powerful than any natural phenomenon, arced from the pitch and struck the wizards' campsite with devastating accuracy. In an instant, as if a severe gas explosion had occurred, everything within a hundred feet of the lightning strike was torn to nothingness by the blast wave, leaving behind a smoking crater where tents and belongings had once stood.

Bill leaning against a pine tree for support, wore an expression of utter disbelief that bordered on the comical. His mouth hung open in a perfect 'O' of shock, but his chest wasn't moving – he had forgotten to breathe in his astonishment. Only when his face turned an alarming shade of red did Bill come to his senses and take a few deep, shuddering breaths. Then, moving as if his neck had rusted solid, he stiffly turned his head to look at his brother Charlie, his eyes wide and questioning.

"Was that just now... Bryan Watson?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm not quite sure either--" Charlie shook his head and replied sincerely, his normally ruddy face pale beneath its freckles, wearing an equally comical expression of slack-jawed amazement.

"Oh, this is nothing compared to the grand spectacles I've seen, glug glug--"

The amusing exchange between Charlie and Bill didn't prompt the others to speak. They remained rooted by the Duel before them. However, an old but surprisingly lively voice that suddenly sounded behind them made Harry and his group turn their heads.

The source of the voice was an elderly man whose skin sagged and was covered with age spots and many dark brown blemishes. What was most surprising was that while everyone around was utterly shocked into silence by the duel taking place in the Quidditch pitch, this old man didn't seem particularly surprised. He even had the presence of mind – or perhaps the ingrained habit – to take regular swigs from his bottle of rum.

Noticing the astonishment in everyone's eyes, the old man grinned, revealing a set of surprisingly white teeth. He exhaled a pungent breath that smelled strongly of firewhisky as he chuckled, "If you had witnessed the duel of the century between Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald in Paris half a century ago, you wouldn't be so shocked by what's happening now. Though I must admit, this is quite a spectacle too!"

Hermione frowned, her quick mind analyzing the old man's words even in the midst of chaos. The elderly wizard seemed a bit muddled, having just said that Professor Watson and the mysterious woman's duel was nothing special, only to change his tune in the next breath.

"Ah, Elphias, I didn't expect to see you here!" Sirius blinked rapidly, as if unable to believe his eyes.

"Sirius!" The old wizard called Elphias chuckled again, a sound strangely cheerful given the circumstances. "I've heard you've been proven innocent!"

"Elphias Doge, he's a good friend of Dumbledore's--" Sirius explained briefly to Harry, who didn't know the old wizard and was looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Then, an expression of genuine curiosity crossed Sirius's face, momentarily replacing the worry and fear, "What brings you here, Elphias?"

"Oh, to watch the World Cup, of course!" Elphias took another hearty swig from his flask. "And then I ran into this damned terror attack. Speaking of which, I heard that young man putting on such an impressive light show is Bryan Watson. My eyesight isn't what it used to be, can't see clearly without my spectacles. You were colleagues with him at Hogwarts, weren't you, Sirius? Is it really him?"

"It is indeed him, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's Head of Student Safety Office, Bryan Watson--"

"Oh, looks like Albus found himself a worthy successor!" Elphias said cheerfully.

Booom

Every second that the sun domain was maintained, magic poured out of Bryan like water from a breached dam. Even Bryan was visibly struggling to hold on after two minutes of sustained output. Beads of sweat formed on his brow only to instantly evaporate in the intense heat surrounding him. But as his piercing gaze cut through the brilliant light towards Cliodna, whose emerald hair danced wildly in the magical storm, he found that the woman's eyes remained utterly determined, without even a hint of wavering.

This was "unscientific."

How could a mere twenty-something-year-old witch possess such profound power? How could she stand against him without showing any signs of fatigue or strain? Confusion flashed in Bryan's eyes, clouding his usually sharp gaze. In his dismay, he momentarily forgot that he himself was equally anomalous.

A war of attrition was definitely not what Bryan wanted or had planned for. He knew all too well that other dangers might be lurking in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The fierceness in Bryan's sharp gaze intensified, his eyes narrowing to slits as he came to a decision. In the next second, the solar ring enveloping his body trembled slightly, its surface rippling like the disturbed surface of a pond. Then, gradually it began to descend towards the ruined earth below.

Hum!

The sound that emanated from the descending sun was felt more than heard, a bone-deep vibration that set teeth on edge and caused the very air to shimmer.

It was as if the sun was bathing the sea – a calamity for all living beings, the herald of an extinction-level event!

Cliodna's expression shifted abruptly, her eyes widening in a rare display of shock—and perhaps, for the first time, fear. In her view, as Bryan Watson descended to the earth wrapped in that miniature sun, it was as if heaven and earth were shattering at that very moment. The very foundations of reality seemed to tremble, magical energy saturating the air to such a degree that it became visible as shimmering waves of heat and light.

The invisible clash of magical forces instantly intensified several times over, the pressure in the air becoming so immense that it threatened to crush anyone foolish enough to approach. The vines that had previously been able to resist the scorching heat now melted at the slightest touch, like snow meeting the full fury of a summer sun. They withered and died faster than Cliodna could regrow them, her control over the plant life faltering in the face of this overwhelming power.

Everything in sight took on a faint red hue, as if the world itself was blushing in the presence of such formidable magic. Even Cliodna's face was flushed from the intense heat, beads of sweat forming on her brow only to evaporate instantly. Glancing at her flying hair, she saw with dismay that her once-lustrous emerald locks were turning scorched and brittle. Under the relentless baking of the scorching solar wind, the steel framework of the Quidditch pitch constantly emitted cracking sounds.

The ground itself couldn't escape the sun's wrath. After the seaweed-like green grass was burned to nothing in an instant, leaving not even ashes behind, layers of yellowish soil were exposed to the merciless heat. But even this was not spared. The earth itself began to melt, the soil liquefying and being stripped away by the searing magical power, layer after layer, revealing the bedrock beneath.

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章 440: 0439 Their Duel (Part-3)

Bryan descended towards the earth enveloped by a ring of blazing sunlight that turned night into day. Though his descent was gradual, each inch of his progress carried with it an unstoppable sense of pressure. The colossal vines, as thick as ancient tree trunks and deeply rooted in the earth, wriggled and twisted in futile resistance against the overwhelming heat emanating from Bryan's solar cocoon.

Starting from their uppermost tendrils, the vines began to wither and crack. The process was agonizingly slow yet persistent spreading downward inch by excruciating inch. Simultaneously, the earth itself seemed to recoil from the intense heat. Layers of soil and rock peeled away like the skin of an overripe fruit, exposing the source of the vines' formidable power—the ancestral grapevine Staff passed down through countless generations of Druids.

Bryan's gaze locked upon the peculiar emerald-green staff emanating mysterious power. His eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly as his mind flashed back to his first encounter with Cliodna, recalling how even then, he had sensed something extraordinary about the Staff she wielded. Now, face to face with its shown power, he realized his initial judgment had been correct, perhaps even an underestimation.

The protective barrier surrounding Cliodna was now like a mirage in the desert heat. It could no longer withstand the all-pervasive heat that threatened to reduce everything to ash. Sweat rolled down Cliodna's face as she gritted her teeth in a grimace of pain and determination. Under the relentless onslaught of Bryan's overwhelming magical force, she finally began to feel overwhelmed.

The sun ring illuminating the night sky had approached a dangerously close distance. If left unchecked, Cliodna knew with certainty that she would be reduced to nothing more than wisps of smoke in a matter of heartbeats, sharing the fate of her decimated vines under the surging heat.

Cliodna's emerald eyes, usually brimming with confidence and power, now held a mixture of emotions as she gazed upon the young figure within the sun ring. Despite his youthful appearance, Bryan's contemptuous look spoke volumes about the vast gulf in their abilities.

A glimmer of regret flashed across Cliodna's face. Her mind raced, replaying not just the rash actions of this fateful night, but also her ill-fated journey to Avalon Island. If only she had been more tactful in requesting Bryan Watson's help then, perhaps she might have secured his aid without incurring the wrath of this immensely powerful wizard.

As these thoughts tumbled through her mind, a dangerous glint appeared in Cliodna's eyes. She realized, with a jolt of hope, that she still held a trump card - leverage over Bryan Watson that could potentially turn the tide of this confrontation.

Watson was the notorious bounty wizard of the underworld - Golden Viper. While a select few in the upper echelons of the Wizarding world might be aware of this information, it was far from common knowledge. Watson definitely wouldn't want his dark identity exposed. If his activities as the Golden Viper were to become public, his carefully cultivated reputation would crumble to dust in an instant.

For a breathless moment, Cliodna had the idea of using this information to blackmail Bryan Watson into letting her go free. However, after a brief yet intense internal struggle, she reluctantly abandoned the notion.

Unless she found herself with absolutely no other option, Cliodna knew she couldn't bring herself to make such a decision. To do so would be tantamount to pushing Bryan Watson into a position of complete opposition - not just against her personally, but potentially against the entire Druid Order. The consequences of such an action could be catastrophic, bringing down Watson's furious wrath upon them all.

Moreover, In the eyes of the Wizarding world, Bryan Watson was regarded as the greatest wizard of the current age, hand-picked by Albus Dumbledore himself as his chosen successor. If the shocking truth about Watson's identity as the Golden Viper were to be revealed, what stance would Albus Dumbledore take?

Would he sacrifice Watson for the greater good, or would he be furious at the embarrassment?

If Dumbledore chose the former path, Cliodna might indeed get a temporary reprieve. However, if the latter proved true, it would undoubtedly spell utter disaster for both her and her sect. Although the kidnapping of Harry Potter had equally offended these two powerful Wizards, Cliodna clung to a sliver of hope. As long as the Boy Who Lived was alive, there remained a possibility, however slim, of eventual reconciliation.

As these conflicting thoughts and strategies raced through her mind with dizzying speed, Cliodna made a decision. With a surge, she reached out with her magical senses, probing the depths of the earth beneath her feet. The hand she had concealed within the ground earlier swiftly returned to her waiting palm. As her fingers closed around the warm, living wood of the Staff, Cliodna felt a rush of comforting energy flow through her. In that moment, she could almost see her long-dead teacher, that kind and benevolent old man who had first set her upon this path, smiling at her with encouragement and pride.

With a sound like a rushing wind, the remaining vines below dissipated in the blink of an eye. The sudden disappearance caught Bryan slightly off guard, his eyes narrowing in surprise and wariness.

"What's this?" Bryan's voice carried a hint of genuine curiosity. Despite already holding the clear advantage, a flicker of caution flashed in his eyes. "Have you decided to surrender, Miss Cliodna?"

"Sometimes," Cliodna looked up responding, her voice steady despite her exhaustion, "choosing to give up requires far more courage than blindly persisting." A sad smile appeared across her lips as she continued, "I'm truly sorry, Mr. Watson, but I find that I do not possess that particular brand of courage today."

Bryan's brow furrowed. Before he could speak, the priestess below suddenly stretched her hand towards the sky. A seed, emanating a pure and brilliant emerald light despite the intense radiance around it, was flung into the air. Cliodna raised her Staff and lightly tapped the seed.

Hum—

A mysterious wave of energy rippled outward in all directions, distorting the air like heat shimmer on a summer's day. The teardrop-shaped seed, bathed in the burst of green light, began to transform and grow at an astonishing rate. In less time than it takes to draw a breath, a colossal guardian of living oak stood proudly in the middle of the Quidditch field.

Crack!

A deafening crack split the air as the violent magical fluctuation caused the sky to change color. Dense, roiling clouds, as dark as smoke from a raging inferno, rolled in from all directions. Countless dazzling bolts of lightning flickered and leaped between the clouds in a terrifying display of nature's fury. An indescribable pressure weighed on the hearts of everyone outside the field!

On top of the head of the oak guardian, which rivaled the ancient titans of myth in size and majesty, Cliodna knelt on one knee. Her chest heaved with exertion, as she struggled to recover from the immense magical outflow required to summon such a huge object.

"Merlin's beard!"

"My God, surely I must be hallucinating!"

The wizards in the woods outside the field let out various exclamations of astonishment. Many rubbed their eyes or slapped themselves to ensure they weren't dreaming.

"Where on earth did this woman come from, and why did she kidnap you, Harry?"

Mr. Weasley, his face pale with stress, stood on the verge of complete mental collapse. If the Ministry's opponents had just been those black-robed wizards responsible for the earlier disturbance, he would have felt confident in their ability to handle the situation. But this mysterious witch who had appeared later... Now it seemed the Ministry had no choice but to rely on Bryan to capture her.

The young wizards were all questioning reality, including Harry. Hearing Mr. Weasley's anguished question, Harry opened his mouth to respond, but a sharp, warning glance from Sirius made him snap it shut again. There were strangers everywhere, and if anyone heard that this powerful mysterious witch actually had close ties to Voldemort, the resulting panic could be disastrous!

The oak guardian, like some ancient deity of the forest stood wreathed in a shimmering layer of emerald-green aura. This protective light seemed to possess extraordinary resistance to the scorching heat emanating from Bryan's 'Sun Domain', greatly reducing the damage inflicted upon its wooden form. However, Bryan's expression remained unchanged, showing no hint of concern at this new development. He slowly ascended to the same level as Cliodna, his gaze filled with admiration as he looked at her.

Apart from the half-buried Albus Dumbledore, this Druid priestess was the first wizard who could contend with him to this extent when he was unleashing his full power.

"I must admit," Bryan said, inclining his head slightly in a gesture of respect, "you have well and truly earned my admiration, Miss Cliodna. I can say without hesitation that you are the most formidable opponent I have ever faced." His voice took on a note of genuine sadness as he continued, "It's just a pity—"

With the support of her Staff acting as a channel and amplifier, Cliodna still possessed an abundance of raw power at her disposal. However, the mental and physical strain of wielding such potent magic had pushed her to the very limits of her endurance. She no longer had the energy to spare even a moment's thought to whatever Bryan might be lamenting, focusing all her remaining strength on simply drawing breath.

"Let me go, Watson!" Cliodna managed to gasp out, her voice raw with desperation and fatigue.

"I'm sorry—" Bryan calmly shook his head, "I'm afraid I cannot agree to your request, Miss Cliodna—"

Before Bryan could finish his sentence, a thunderous boom shook the earth. The oak guardian, responding to some unspoken command from its creator, suddenly staggered into motion. Its massive fist, easily the size of a small mountain, swung forward with terrifying speed and power. Before the fist even landed, the strong wind pressure directly collapsed half of the already teetering Quidditch field.

"You're wasting your effort—"

Bryan lightly floated away, effortlessly dodging the punch.

Bryan's judgement was correct. While the giant wooden man Cliodna had conjured through her magical skill indeed possessed unparalleled destructive capability, its effectiveness was severely limited in the hands of its creator, who was now pushed beyond the limits of her endurance. It could no longer be controlled at will, only futilely draining her energy.

As Bryan had foreseen, after expending the last of her strength to command the oak guardian to launch that single, mighty punch, Cliodna had no strength left. Blood stained her lips as she collapsed powerlessly on top of the guardian, her expression one of utter despair.

Bryan dispelled the protective shroud of fiendfyre that had surrounded him throughout the battle. He stood in mid-air, pointing his wand at the now motionless oak guardian.

"Sectumsempra—"

The tip of the ebony wand erupted with a dazzling display of cold, gleaming magical energy. Arcs of silvery light, as sharp and deadly as the finest-honed blades, lashed out in every direction. Without the guiding will of its controller to direct its actions, the once-mighty oak guardian now stood as helpless as a lamb before the slaughter. In an instant, the colossal wooden structure was reduced to nothing more than a shower of wooden splinters by the relentless assault of Bryan's spell.

Cliodna's limp, powerless body began to plummet towards the scarred and pitted ground far below. With a sigh, Bryan flicked his wand, halting Cliodna's descent and slowly drawing her towards him.

Just as everything seemed about to settle, a new and terrifying phenomenon manifested in the misty air above the ruined Quidditch field. A darkness deeper and more absolute than the void between stars began to seep into existence. Like drops of concentrated ink falling into clear water, this malicious darkness spread with alarming speed. Those who gazed upon it felt their very souls recoil, as it radiated an aura of pure evil and violence that defied description.

A shrill, exasperated voice cut through the eerie silence, sending chills down the spines of all who heard it.

"I remember telling you that it would be unwise to act during the World Cup!"

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