Hogwarts.
The disturbance did not have any impact on the students in the school.
After seeing the wider sky, the little wizards' eyes were completely opened.
If we say that last year, everyone still had to study hard honestly and hard under the high-pressure rule of Alvin.
Now Hogwarts is completely caught in a spontaneous involution.
Countless people even have to read the book while eating, and the library is overcrowded daily.
They don't expect to be as powerful as Alvin because most people are self-aware.
But with hard work, many people still hope to reach Hermione and Harry's current level.
Eighth floor, Headmaster's office.
Grindelwald and Dumbledore looked through the windows of the Headmaster's office as students practiced magic during their lunch break by the Black Lake.
"I didn't expect that one day I would be able to see such a scene from Hogwarts."
Dumbledore had a smile of relief on his face, and from beginning to end, what worried him the most was this school and the people inside.
Grindelwald pouted disdainfully. "You too well protect the students of Hogwarts, and now there are some wizards who should look like them."
Originally from Durmstrang, he had a natural contempt for the students of Hogwarts, thinking that they were all flowers in a greenhouse.
Even Dark Arts and even some powerful white magic are not allowed to learn. What kind of wizard is that?
Dumbledore was noncommittal. He was well aware of the pros and cons of his teaching philosophy.
Although he has made countless young wizards have a pleasant school time, the loose management also makes the graduating students uneven.
Students with goals and ambitions will work spontaneously.
But more little wizards still choose a happier life in this free environment.
"Perhaps, Alvin will become the best Headmaster in the history of Hogwarts."
"Then thank you for the compliment."
At some point, Alvin had already appeared in the office, and Nagini, who had been silent, bowed slightly and exited the room.
She left the space for the three.
Grindelwald and Dumbledore were shocked in their hearts.
No matter how profound the magic is, it will also produce mana fluctuations when launched.
And Alvin appeared really quietly. If it weren't for him speaking, the two would not have discovered his presence at all.
Looking back, the two old men's eyes widened even more.
What was Alvin in the past?
Far from it, not long ago, he had an unparalleled power over his body.
It is the surging magic, powerful magic, and the right to cover the sky with one hand.
And now, in their eyes, Alvin is no different from ordinary people.
If they have to say it, it makes people feel close unconsciously.
And they don't know if it's an illusion between the two. They always feel that the space around Alvin will be distorted occasionally.
"You are?" Grindelwald had a better relationship with him and asked directly.
Alvin smiled slightly. "Thanks to you, my understanding of magic has gone one step further."
His words were not polite. His time to become a Legendary would have been much delayed if he hadn't defeated Dumbledore.
After that, he couldn't help but look at Dumbledore.
"Professor, how did you become like this again?"
At this moment, Dumbledore returned to his original gray hair and even looked even older.
As if the rejuvenation of the day was just an illusion.
Dumbledore smiled bitterly. That was a one-time secret method, with the powerful vitality of the Phoenix to push him back to his original peak state.
Even better.
But external forces are external forces, after all, once Fawkes's energy is exhausted.
He will still return to his original state.
Even because the magic power runs too fast, the body will suffer some damage.
However, this is not the time to discuss this.
"Can you elaborate on where you have come from now?"
Dumbledore looked at Alvin expectantly, the changes in him were too obvious, and in just a few days, it could be said that the two of them were losing further.
This is not a small improvement that can explain this.
Grindelwald had the same expression. His gaze was fiery and hopeful.
All along, the upper limit of magic has been laid out here.
Throughout the ages, how many powerful wizards have left legends in history?
Four founders, Andros, Merlin, and even Herpo.
These peoples are the top figures of their time, but Grindelwald is confident that he is not weaker than others.
In other words, everyone is a level of character. Still, some gaps are visible to the flesh, and there will be no qualitative changes.
Just like the Admiral and the Four Emperors, can you say these are two character levels?
Looking at the two centenarians looking at himself with fiery eyes, Alvin also felt a little shiver.
Without further nonsense, he shared his experience directly.
"I have indeed touched a completely different sky, this realm, I call it - Legendary."
"Legendary?"
Grindelwald and Dumbledore looked at each other, full of curiosity and doubt.
"Compared with ordinary wizards, the biggest transformation of Legendary wizards is a deeper understanding of the rules of heaven and earth."
"And the external manifestation of this understanding is the field."
Alvin didn't make any movement, and the field came out, completely enveloping this small office. (Maybe like Trafalgar Law with his Room but an upgraded version)
Dumbledore and Grindelwald felt their shoulders sink simultaneously, and the magic operation in their bodies became obscure.
They tried to use magic, but it was extremely difficult.
Just letting the teacup on the table float up requires dozens of attention.
Alvin looked at the actions of the two, smiled in his heart, and continued.
"This is the realm, and within the realm, I am the Creator."
After that, he waved his hand casually, and all the furniture in the entire room turned into gold products. The reflected golden light made people unable to open their eyes.
The most terrifying thing was that Dumbledore could not find a trace of Transfiguration, as if their own material was gold.
"This is a Legendary."
Looking at the two, who were already wholly sluggish, Alvin lightly picked up the black tea that Nagini had prepared for him a long time ago.