I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

The air was so cold it made skin brittle. Frost had formed on the glass. The signs were clear!

[A second-order effect! If not used, it will be transformed into fear.]

Li Lin suddenly realized, could it be that after he taught the Winter Phase secret technique, the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students were all afraid?

Fear itself is a kind of "influence," and the wizards' intense fear, under the right circumstances, forms an even stronger influence, which in turn affects everyone, thus constantly catalyzing... This makes perfect sense.

Imagine that Slytherin's dorm room is at the bottom of the Black Lake, while Ravenclaw's dorm room is atop a tower—one dark and damp, the other howling in the cold.

This environment... it's winter, so very wintery.

Impacts can change the environment, and the environment itself can also catalyze these impacts.

If the influence lingering in the corridor is a second-order winter phase influence, then the influence enveloping the entire Hogwarts must be a much more powerful third-order winter phase influence.

After figuring things out, Li Lin clicked his tongue in disbelief: "No way, could it be that I did something that Tom Riddle and Grindelwald couldn't accomplish?"

With his unique way of thinking, Mr. Li unconsciously straightened his back.

Just as he was about to close the system desktop, the sharp-eyed Li Lin noticed that among a bunch of winter phase effects, there was actually a light phase effect.

Against the golden background of the card, a dazzling light flickers and shimmers.

[Impact: A burst of ecstatic light]

[Second-order lamp phase influence.]

The candlelight flickered red, and thoughts drifted. Everything I saw dissolved in the greater light.

[A second-order effect! If not used, it will be transformed into fascination.]

Damn it, winter's influence can even produce light effects... Did Colonel Sichen go for a visit to Canyang's house?

As the surviving Sage, Colonel Sage who governs the seven hours of the morning, whose domain contains blade, winter, and lamp, He is deaf, blind, and covered in scars, yet remains unharmed. This Sage understands radiance and harsh cold, and in the three elements of war and victory, He symbolizes cunning.

The Celestial Deity, Sunset, is also one of the existing Celestial Deities. He governs the time at noon, and his authority is imbued with the dual laws of light and winter. Although his form is a sun adorned with gold and red, he radiates a cold light. This Celestial Deity is associated with the end and the finality, and is known as the "God of a Tragic End."

Master Li scratched his head, suddenly remembering that he had spent half an hour telling Frivi the secrets of the lamp... and after the conversation ended, two more people were already sitting next to Frivi, completely absorbed.

Realizing that things were a bit outrageous, Master Li quickly opened the desktop. On the dark green desktop, besides the two original Enchanted cards, there were also several second-tier Lamp Affect cards next to Felius Frivi's cards.

Felius Frivi

[Rank: Third Imprint (In Transformation)]

[Sexual Form: Lamp]

[Flitwick had already seen those phrases that alluded to the brilliance of the sun and moon.]

[Felius Frivi thirsted for knowledge; tears began to well up in his eyes, yearning for wisdom. In the dreams that had long haunted him, he began to touch a cobalt blue light. Staircases began to rise into grey neon, and windows opened in anticipation. He grew rapidly thinner, but his mind became even more thirsty.]

......

"It seems you are quite ill, Philius."

"I'm not going to talk," Snape said coldly, drawing his wand and pointing it at Flitwick.

"You're saying I'm sick? You mean I'm sick?"

Flitwick muttered to himself, his sleeves, hair, and eyes beginning to glow. At one moment, he looked up and stared indifferently at Snape before him.

Frivi's gaze was indifferent and ruthless, like an old mirror reflecting strange light.

“Severus, and Albus… I think you are the ones who are wrong. All along, what you have done has been nothing short of short-sighted—”

"First and foremost, Snape. Your identity has always been highly suspicious. Even with Albus vouching for you, who can guarantee you won't side with Voldemort in the future? Or are you trying to tell me this is just normal behavior for a double agent? What would happen if we, the students who have suffered so much at Voldemort's hands, knew that you have that infamous Dark Mark on your arm?"

"And then there is you, Albus Dumbledore... I didn't want to say this, but you should have been striving for something higher, yet you let your talents and wisdom slip away. There are things in the world far greater than we can imagine, yet you turn a blind eye and a deaf ear, and even indulge your own weaknesses."

Felius Frivi's words were even more ruthless than before, and his gaze was like a gleaming blade.

Snape trembled slightly under that gaze, then instinctively waved his wand.

"Sectumsempra!"

A faint scraping sound erupted from the tip of the wand, the sound of magic power condensing into lines and refracting through the air. Wherever it passed, the cold wind stopped flowing, and the pale light dimmed—all were torn apart by a spell at the same time.

This unmistakable dark spell arose from Snape's wand, roamed through the void, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon Philius Flitwick's face.

Wherever it passed, everything was split open with a straight crack.

Until it ceased before countless rising points of light.

"Stop the spell immediately." Frivi raised his right hand, like a conductor in a golden hall, drawing a pause.

Then he raised his right hand and brought it down heavily. A transparent wave of air shot out from his fingertips, and the ground of Hogwarts began to deform rapidly, bulging and becoming a scene of devastation.

That was the application of Transfiguration and Levitation Charms... Although they had been completely altered, Dumbledore still saw traces of the past in them.

Two clay giants, each ten meters tall, quickly took shape. Suddenly, two pale lights shone from their faceless heads!

“I’ve never felt this good,” Flitwick said with a genuine smile.

As he spoke, the two clay giants that had just taken shape underwent another change: white chalky soil grew from the surface, covering and intertwining to form stone armor, short and stout feet stood on the earth, and the faceless heads, under Frivi's will, finally emerged with their general outlines.

The radiance of various beneficial magics rose from the clay colossus, making it impervious to water and fire, and indestructible.

In an instant, the two enchanted clay giants clenched their fists and slammed down toward Severus Snape!

"Armor protects us! Obstacles abound!"

Compared to the unethical Li Lin, the gap in strength between Flitwick and Snape was not so great as to be insurmountable. Under the cover of the two barriers, Snape pulled a bottle of potion from his sleeve and splashed it at the clay colossus in front of him.

As the clay colossus crumbled, Snape stepped back and went to Dumbledore's side: "Did you see anything?"

Dumbledore, who had always appeared calm and collected, finally lost his composure. He instinctively felt that this matter might be related to Li Lin: "I'll deal with Felius. You go find Professor Aatrox."

"Him?" Snape's eye twitched slightly. "I'll stay here. You go find that guy—oh no!"

"...What gives you the confidence to chat idly here?"

As Frivi questioned him, countless star-like points of light rose from his hands.

"Lumos."

The Ravenclaw headmaster raised his arms, and the dark clouds and cold winds hovering overhead were swept away, revealing the sky above Hogwarts once more—but only for a brief moment, before being obscured again by the surrounding clouds and stars.

The air trembled violently, and countless starlight soared up, as if responding to Flitwick's magic wand, playing a grand hymn of joy.

"Magic is art, magic is music, all things are born, and all things return to one."

Magic is no longer defined in the form of spells; it appears in its purest form under Flitwick's will, and how much magic exists in nature?

Countless magical bullets, under Flitwick's will, rained down on Snape and Dumbledore like a meteor shower, converging into a raging barrage of projectiles!

A single magical bullet might only be able to shatter the Bubble Head Curse, but when thousands, tens of thousands, or even more magical bullets arrive, even Dumbledore couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. This was different from the Killing Curse that quickly brought someone to an end; it was a pure suppression of power.

Even when he was completely drained of Flitwick's magic in the past, he didn't have enough to create a barrage of magic that covered the night sky. Now, he can create such a magnificent scene with a wave of his hand, which must be because he has formed a cycle with the outside world in some way.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the flowing silver light instantly solidified into a solid barrier. Tens of thousands of stars fell from the night sky, striking the silver canopy and creating countless ripples.

There's no aesthetic appeal whatsoever; those rippling circles are enough to kill someone with trypophobia on the spot.

When Dumbledore turned his gaze to Flitwick, he saw that three interlocking rings had risen beneath his feet. These rings, formed of pure magic, allowed half of the projectiles Flitwick unleashed to re-enter the normal cycle after they dissipated.

“What a gifted man, Philius.”

Dumbledore remarked with a sigh that he knew it was impossible for Li Lin to have single-handedly manipulated Flitwick into what he was now. The most likely explanation was that a casual remark he made inspired the Ravenclaw who had been accumulating experience for so long!

It can only be said that Flitwick had been holding back for too long, and he really became a bit abnormal.

Dumbledore, still wanting to see what tricks Flitwick could pull, stood there with his hands in his pockets, grinning foolishly, while Snape, standing nearby, was already getting tired of watching.

Dumbledore was in a class of his own, everyone knows that. Then suddenly Li Lin appeared, and he was still playable. Now even Flitwick has squeezed into the high-end ranks... As a somewhat accomplished dark wizard, seeing his teammates start to rampage one by one made Snape's heart begin to ache.

Seeing that the silver sky, though rippling, remained as stable as a mountain, Flitwick waved his wand once more.

"Strong, crescendo, soft, and finally... resonance."

Flitwick waved his wand at a high frequency, then lowered it, before flicking his wrist and smoothly drawing a circle.

"Lumos Maximum!"

To Dumbledore's delight, a magnificent new sun rose from the sea of ​​stars formed by magical bullets. As the sun appeared, its bright and warm light spread out in a vast expanse, and in an instant, half of Hogwarts was bathed in daylight.

Then, with the final tremor of Flitwick's wand, the outline of the new sun became faintly illusory, and an even larger yet colder moon leaped out from it, making the sky above Hogwarts shine with the sun and moon shining together.

All the Hogwarts staff and students were jolted awake from their dreams. The radiant light of the sun and moon made them instinctively peek out, but they quickly closed their eyes again in the intense light.

The Hufflepuff gluttons remained completely unaware of this, while the Gryffindor troublemakers quickly started betting on whether Professor Flitwick could defeat the combined might of Dumbledore and Snape. Of course, the Weasley twins' bet was soon caught red-handed by Professor McGonagall, who rushed over in her nightcap and arrested her on the spot.

Just as the new sun and the blazing moon were about to reach their highest point in the sky, a dark golden-purple figure swiftly appeared from the castle gate, moved quickly behind Frivi, and pulled out a crowbar from beneath him, swinging it rapidly.

The use of "swiftly" in this sentence shows just how fast Li Lin is!

"Here, the verdict is pronounced!"

Felius Frivi's body trembled as if struck by lightning. He tried to turn around to see who was so unethical as to launch a sneak attack. However, how could Master Li, who was not one to let go of the opportunity, let it go?

He immediately repeated his previous tactic, striking Flitwick dozens of times on the back of the neck, each strike perfectly triggering the [Amazing] special effect.

Flitwick fell face-first to the ground without any resistance.

The light that had enveloped the entire Hogwarts vanished in an instant, and all the wizards who were watching the battle covered their eyes and wept uncontrollably. The bright light disappeared in an instant, but the shadows that remained on their retinas caused them to be temporarily blinded.

Dumbledore removed the ravaged silver veil, transforming it back into a silver phoenix that perched on his shoulder.

Snape stood behind him, his expression complicated.