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"I want you to understand it, and learn to use it."
Snape said.
He waved his wand, making a slashing, serpentine motion.
A burst of flame erupted from the tip of his wand. It was a small cluster, yet it seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, constantly seeking out surrounding objects to devour. As the discarded materials in the dungeon caught fire, the flames grew larger and larger.
As they expanded, beasts began to gallop forth from within.
"Fiendfyre. It summons cursed, sentient flames.
"These flames will actively seek out and consume everything in their path, especially... living things.
"When the consumption reaches a certain point, the form of the fire will transform into massive beasts.
"It is intensely hot, astonishingly destructive, and one of the few substances capable of destroying everything."
Snape explained the Fiendfyre curse dispassionately.
Amidst the blaze, Sean could clearly sense that Professor Snape's mastery of Fiendfyre was on a level above Professor Quirrell's.
Professor Quirrell had shown signs of strain once the fiery beasts took form.
Professor Snape, however, remained calm, handling it with ease.
"This is an extremely advanced curse. Only a very few powerful and... heh, wizards labeled as having 'impure intentions' dare to attempt it...
"But let me tell you, when fools fear the blade, do they truly fear the object itself?"
Snape scoffed, his gaze burning as he looked at Sean.
"They fear only themselves. They fear the self that cannot control power or authority."
With that, Professor Snape ceased his casting. When he waved his wand again, the flames subsided in an instant.
Sean guessed the professor had used a non-verbal incantation.
"Remember this well. Once released, Fiendfyre is extremely difficult to extinguish or control.
"Standard extinguishing spells are completely ineffective against it. The only countermeasure is to suppress and alter it with magical power far exceeding that of the caster."
Snape glanced lightly at a chair that had been burned to ash, waved his wand again, and a plank of wood from the corner hopped over and transformed into a chair.
"As for facing out-of-control Fiendfyre, Green, I want to see the fastest running speed of your life."
Professor Snape concluded.
The days of learning Fiendfyre proved to be exceptionally thrilling.
The first time Sean summoned Fiendfyre, the flames roared and filled half the room. Professor Snape's private storeroom was partially destroyed.
That was the first time Professor Snape showed genuine alarm. He unhesitatingly cast Finite Incantatem to control the fire, then looked at the exhausted young wizard with an inexplicable expression.
"You are being controlled by it! Stupid... Green!"
He scolded with a dark face.
"Professor... how do I control it?"
Sean asked, struggling and careful.
"I suspect that troll-like brain of yours is entirely filled with images of the Fiendfyre fully formed. If you imagine it as that powerful, you are destined to be unable to master it.
"You must be stronger than it, Green."
Snape explained coldly.
Thus began Sean's second practice session. Only when he imagined the Fiendfyre as utterly weak did a thin wisp of flame gradually rise.
Unfortunately, due to Sean's improper control, the Fiendfyre manifested into fiery beasts after only a few seconds.
Fire-breathing serpents, Chimaeras, and dragons sought out and devoured everything in their path. Another third of Professor Snape's collection vanished.
Sean, who hadn't anticipated this scene, stared blankly at the storage cabinet, just like Professor Snape. It was empty, save for some dancing ash.
"Professor, perhaps we should practice outside..."
Sean slumped in a chair and suggested cautiously.
"Right here!"
Snape suddenly roared.
His expression was terrible, but his obstinacy seemed more like stubbornness.
Only here, in the dungeon, where he had redesigned the magical wards, would they be free from the interference of a certain meddlesome wizard.
He acknowledged Dumbledore's point of view.
But he believed even more that the fool could control himself.
Time was getting tighter. When the Dark Lord's power weakened to a certain point...
What he might do, no one could know.
The practice continued for a long time. Sean's Fiendfyre curse was unlocked after the third session.
It was now steadily progressing toward [Novice].
At the same time, he discovered a fascinating rule regarding the Fiendfyre curse.
The system panel rated the powerful Fiendfyre he released only as [Apprentice], but the strictly controlled Fiendfyre was rated as [Adept].
This contradicted previous patterns; for example, with the Lumos charm, naturally, the brighter it was, the higher the proficiency rating.
"If your intelligence wasn't destroyed along with the cabinet, you'd best take out a pen and paper and write this down now:
"In the realm of Dark Arts, control is far greater than destruction.
"I know too many examples of foolish wizards killed by their own Dark magic. So you remember this well for me, Sean Green.
"True power lies in inward construction, not outward demand—"
Snape finished speaking coldly, and the dungeon door slammed shut with a bang.
If one could still call it a door—half of it had been burned away by Fiendfyre.
Facing the largely incinerated display cabinet, Snape's expression was impossible to read.
He couldn't help but think of the massive flames that had flowed out naturally, the fiery beasts awakened in such a short time.
A complexity appeared in his eyes, eventually replaced by resolve.
Outside the dungeon.
Sean was still pondering Professor Snape's final words.
In the Dark Arts, Professor Snape was undoubtedly a rare genius. According to Sirius:
When Snape first arrived at school, he knew more curses than half the seventh-year students.
If Professor Snape believed that a wizard's control over Dark magic was more important than strengthening the Dark magic itself...
Then did this mean that in terms of Dark Arts, the importance of a wizard controlling and shaping their own belief was greater than simply firming up that belief?
Ravenclaw said: When magic was in its barbaric stage, ancient wizards walked a path that pointed directly to the origin of magic.
They explored the essence of magic and built indestructible beliefs for themselves using knowledge and wisdom.
Wizards explored magic, strengthened their beliefs, then released more powerful magic, and immediately proceeded to explore that even more powerful magic...
This was what ancient wizards experienced.
But before all this, before wizards explored magic, wizards were pure.
They didn't use wands, didn't chant incantations.
In Ravenclaw's memory, wizard duels sometimes resembled a contest of who was angrier than whom.
Whoever angrily mobilized their magic first won.
Therefore, wizards of that time struggled just to survive, let alone challenge dragons.
Yet later, wizards stood at the pinnacle of the entire magical world.
What happened during this process?