Under the Shade of the Courtyard Trees.
The flames burned intensely, like a pulsating heart radiating heat.
The color of the flames had changed. The once vibrant orange-red was now fading, and the air around it seemed distorted by an invisible force, creating subtle ripples.
At the center of the flames, a small azure dot quietly emerged, resembling a lone star twinkling in the cold night.
Surrounding the dot, thin blue threads formed a network like capillaries supplying nutrients, causing the dot to grow gradually.
Ino and Newt watched the flames with full concentration, the scene before them proving their hypothesis correct.
The flames had indeed undergone a transformation under the influence of extreme emotion, albeit a negative one.
However, as with the previous collision, everything seemed to adhere to basic rules.
What was once the graceful Dance of Snowflakes had now transformed, like a heroic princess shedding her heavy armor for a beautiful dress.
The nearly one-meter-long straight sword had now shrunk to about two and a half feet, shifting from a two-handed grip to a one-handed one. The color had also reverted to the metal's original hue, with the silver blade reflecting a cold light in the fire's glow.
The source of the change had directly influenced the transforming flames.
First, the blue threads within the flames gradually faded and disappeared. Then the blue dot, as if deprived of nourishment, slowly quieted down and stopped twinkling like a star.
The entire mass of flames floated in the air, burning silently.
Time passed by the second.
Eventually, after confirming the flames would no longer change, Newt sighed with a hint of disappointment:
"We're still far from success. I can feel it..."
Not witnessing the birth of the phoenix left Newt feeling somewhat down.
In contrast, Ino's emotions were more complex, a mix of fear, relief, and a joy akin to regaining something lost.
Yes, regained.
Because he had just thought of a crucial issue: if these flames had indeed birthed a phoenix, it wouldn't belong to either him or Newt. It would be someone else's phoenix, born of someone else's emotions.
This phoenix would probably only heed the owner of the Dance of Snowflake, the princess in the story who hated because she loved.
Although the princess had long since committed suicide out of love, her story had ended, but her hatred was real. The princess didn't just hate the prince; she hated everything in the world, which is why her resentment had turned into a curse passed down through time.
Perhaps this phoenix, once born, would become immortal, living until everything in the world perished, leaving nothing left to hate.
A phoenix born of resentment and curses, with no restraints...
Thinking of this, Ino shivered and shared his thoughts with Newt.
"Phew! You're right! Thank goodness it wasn't born."
Realizing the implications, Newt sighed with relief, his words filled with gratitude.
"Even as it is, it's a problem. While its origin is connected to us, the emotions driving it are not. A phoenix birthed from this could cause significant disasters in the future."
"What did you say?" Ino suddenly raised his voice, his tone puzzled.
"It can still hatch? It won't dissipate?"
Newt looked up, confused as to why this was surprising, but considering Ino's age, he patiently explained.
"The singularity has already been born, which means it possesses life. It's like throwing a stone into a perfectly calm sea; even if the ripples are small, they will eventually create a massive wave. The only difference is time."
"A kind of activation in absolute stillness..." Ino muttered to himself.
"Yes, activation!" Newt clapped his hands suddenly.
"That's the perfect word, activation! Because it's already broken the original state, all that's left for it is the initial rebirth…"
Newt continued speaking, but Ino was already lost in thought.
The flames before the phoenix's birth could theoretically be considered unhatched eggs…
Since they're eggs, he had nothing to fear. As long as they hatched within the sanctuary, they could be absolutely controlled, just like the Acromantula.
"Mr. Scamander! Leave these flames to me. I can handle everything."
Ino interrupted Newt's speech.
"You handle it?" Newt was stunned, his expression turning somewhat agitated.
"Child! Listen to me, this is not a small matter! Although I know you might be reluctant, it absolutely cannot hatch, absolutely not! Even Dumbledore wouldn't be able to handle such a phoenix!"
In his agitation, Newt grabbed Ino's hand, speaking earnestly:
"Let this old man handle it. I'll take it to the Department of Mysteries and personally put it behind the Veil of Death!"
"Sir! I'm confident. Please trust me!" Ino broke free from Newt's grip and waved his wand: "Suitcase, come!"
The window opened, and a suitcase flew swiftly towards them, landing and opening its latch automatically.
Then a young Acromantula, about four meters tall, emerged, followed by another, and another… until there were four hundred and twelve in total.
In moments, Newt watched in astonishment.
The courtyard lawn was now densely packed with Acromantula, their menacing appearance and sharp fangs making them look like soldiers awaiting orders, standing quietly in place.
This scene was truly shocking; even Ino was a bit surprised.
Who would have thought that an army of Acromantula could be so imposing?
A phrase popped into his mind—Zerg Invasion!
"This... alright!" Newt was now somewhat convinced by Ino but still hesitated:
"But... I need to write to Dumbledore. I hope you understand."
Hearing this, Ino felt a bit helpless. Despite everything, he still couldn't fully convince Newt.
Just as he was considering running away with the flames, a familiar voice echoed in the courtyard.
"Hahaha, no need to write, Newt. I'm already here!"
Well, now he had no chance of running! Ino quietly released the wand hidden in his sleeve; no one dared to act rashly in front of the old headmaster, not even Voldemort.
"A quarter of an hour ago, Fawkes told me a new phoenix was about to be born! I figured it must be you two, so I asked Fawkes to bring me here!"
Dumbledore said with a smile, his bright blue eyes calmly sweeping over the floating flames before focusing with interest on the army of Acromantula.
"Impressive!" he remarked with an inexplicable sigh.
"Ino, you're sure to be friends with Hagrid! By the way, he'll be teaching Care of Magical Creatures this year. I recommend you take his class; I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about."