Ethan Jones looked at the red fireball the size of a tennis ball in his left hand, raised his right hand, and a black fireball of the same size appeared in his palm.
He slowly brought the two fireballs closer together, and the red and black flames instantly merged, turning into a slightly larger black fireball, which surprised him.
"Is black really that much more sophisticated than red?" he muttered to himself.
After dispersing the fireball in his palm, he confidently released the Impervius flames towards the lake.
This time was equally successful; he easily grasped the blue flame in his hand.
Moreover, what was even more sophisticated than his previous method of grasping the flame with his hands, which resulted in his palms being stained with ash, was that he simply waved his hand gently at the flame, silently thinking, "Fly into my hand."
Then, driven by magic and unwavering faith, the blue flame obediently rose from the water and landed in his palm, just as he had expected.
"Good boy." He touched the flame with his hand, as if he were petting an obedient pet.
However, flames are not a physical substance, and apart from the feeling of warmth, there is no actual tactile sensation.
His hand passed through the flames, and even his sleeve, which accidentally touched the flames, did not catch fire.
When the two flames collided again, apart from the black flame growing slightly larger than the red flame, the result was not significantly different.
"It seems I need to properly develop this innate flame from my bloodline." This result was both unexpected and not unexpected. In fact, after seeing the clash between the Incendio spell and the Black Flame, he knew that this innate Black Flame was not simple, but he did not expect it to be this simple.
He wondered to himself, "How does the Black Flame compare to the Fiendfyre and the Gubraithian Fire? Will it still maintain its advantage?"
These two flames, one from Dark Magic and the other from White Magic (or standard charm work), are probably the most powerful magical flames in the entire world.
He washed his hands in the lake water to remove the ashes, then used a Levitation Charm to draw in a large amount of lake water, destroying the scene that might reveal his information, before heading back towards the castle.
Humming a song, Ethan Jones leisurely returned to his dorm room, tossed his bag aside, sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and started shaking them.
"In such a good mood? What good thing happened?" Draco, who had just come back to get some snacks, asked curiously when he saw him acting like this.
"Haha! It's nothing, I'm just happy!" Ethan Jones grinned widely, his smile exceptionally bright.
"Tch, fine, don't tell me then." Malfoy curled his lip in disdain, took a few bags of snacks sent from home, and went out to continue making friends with various heroes.
"Tsk tsk." Ethan Jones didn't care what Draco thought and continued to be happy.
Not only that, he also conjured two fireballs in his hands, closed his eyes, and hummed some tunes that no one else had ever heard before.
This state lasted for quite a while; when Draco came in for the second snack, he was still like this.
A terrified Goyle whispered to Malfoy, "Draco, is he insane?"
Crabbe, who was standing next to him, nodded vigorously. He also felt that Ethan Jones was not normal.
Draco glanced with his gray eyes at the fireball hovering in Ethan Jones's hand, somewhat worried that the two fireballs might accidentally burn down the dormitory.
He shook his head: "I don't know, who knows what's wrong with him this time. Let's ignore him for now, he should be fine after a good night's sleep."
These words did not escape Ethan Jones's ears at all, but he was in such a good mood that he was still immersed in his own imagination and had no intention of arguing with them.
The next day, Ethan Jones was woken up by his roommate.
"Wake up, Ethan, wake up!"
He was sound asleep, lost in a beautiful dream, when he was shaken awake, looking annoyed: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Why did you wake me up!"
"You kept laughing, it was terrifying. You woke us all up, and now we're too scared to sleep." Draco was hugging a pillow, and behind him stood Goyle and Crabbe, who were also wearing pajamas and hugging pillows.
"Is it really that scary? I was laughing loudly? I didn't feel anything?" Ethan Jones seriously doubted that he was exaggerating.
"Really, it's terrifying! Let me show you." Draco, afraid he wouldn't believe him, tried his best to imitate his laughter.
"Hehehe!"
"Alright, alright, is that really true? You two also heard that kind of laughter?" Ethan Jones was a little creeped out and quickly stopped Draco from imitating it, asking the two people behind him.
The two nodded with frightened expressions.
"Alright, you guys keep sleeping, I should get up too." I glanced at the wall clock; it was already seven o'clock, and my alarm was set for seven-fifteen.
Continuing to sleep and continuing the dream was obviously unrealistic, especially since he had already made a promise with Hermione.
He simply stopped sleeping, got up quickly, washed up, grabbed his backpack, and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.
As he walked up from the dungeons, he was still savoring his unfinished dream: "What a pity! In my dream, I was rampaging through the land, rushing up to heaven and killing many archangels. I was about to have a one-on-one fight with God when suddenly I was woken up."
Sigh! I wonder if I'll ever have such a vivid dream again.
He ate and took some food, filled a bag, met up with Hermione, and headed towards Hagrid's hut.
He kept talking along the way to ease Hermione's nervousness about meeting the unfamiliar Hagrid.
"Hagrid! Hagrid! I'm here again!" Hermione stood about a hundred meters away, waiting for Ethan Jones and Hagrid to reach their conclusion.
"Nobody here again? Did they go to the Forbidden Forest again?" He pressed his ear close to the wooden door, but still didn't hear Fang's voice.
He waved to Hermione.
"What's wrong? Hagrid isn't here?" Hermione asked, trotting over to greet him.
He nodded, moved two appropriately sized round pieces of wood to the doorway, and sat down: "Hmm, he's probably gone to the Forbidden Forest to cut down trees. Let's wait for him at his door."
Soon, the sound of barking dogs came from the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
"Hagrid is back. That's his dog, Fang. Don't worry, with me here, it won't bite you." He introduced the dog to Hermione, who looked a little pale when she saw it, and reassured her not to be afraid.
Indeed, with Ethan Jones around, Fang not only didn't bite anyone, but even completely ignored Hermione's presence. The moment Hagrid loosened the rope, Fang ran wildly from the edge of the Forbidden Forest to Ethan Jones's side, trying to lick his face again.
"Alright, Fang, it's impolite to keep licking." Ethan Jones was still too weak to stop Fang, who was taller than him when standing, and could only let it leave streaks of saliva on his face.
Ethan Jones put on a wronged expression and looked at Hermione, his meaning clear: I'm suffering so much because of you.
Hermione chuckled at his pitiful expression.