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Chapter 184: White Flames

The old witch looked around, but all she could see was dirt and the broken pieces of the stone path that led outside Hogsmeade.

That was until she spotted the form of Primum, although the beast had now lost its gigantic size, reverting to its small and adorable look.

"What is this… where is the boy?" she asked the chimera, as if this one could give her the answer.

"Kyu!" Primum responded defiantly despite its obvious exhaustion. Its ultimate transformation consumed a ridiculous amount of energy, and even with all the magic stones it had eaten, Primum was only able to maintain it for five minutes.

"Return now, Primum." The voice of James reverberated inside the barrier.

"I knew it!" the witch exclaimed. "That was just some sort of decoy. Show yourself so I can kill you already. My patience is limited," the witch complained.

"Kyu!" Primum didn't seem too pleased with the order, still glaring at the witch with its intense blue eyes.

"You have done more than enough. You gave me time to do what I needed to… now come back and rest. Leave the rest to me." James' invisibility came undone as he finished his sentence.

The witch immediately noted that something was different with James.

His body was surrounded by wisps of white flames that seemed to orbit around him.

His eyes and hair were also of a much lighter tone than before, as if there was now a filter placed over him to alter her perception.

The old hag was eager to rush at him, as she had previously done to the fake one, and crush his neck, but her many years of combat experience told her it would be a terrible idea.

Those wisps of white fire were giving her shivers despite her not being able to feel any heat emanating from them.

James extended his left hand and grabbed Primum as this one transformed back into its ring form. Tertivor had already returned a moment ago and was secured around his wrist.

His wand moved with a single fluid motion. "Simulacrum."

Two copies of himself appeared at his sides and immediately began to walk towards the witch.

"So that's the trick that you used… very resourceful for a brat." The old witch tried to hide the fact that she was getting very nervous about the situation.

Her eyes constantly scanned her surroundings, looking for a way to escape.

"𐎧𐎮𐎫𐎣 (Hold)." Three rims made of light manifested in front of one of the clones and were sent toward the witch.

The old hag moved out of the way while placing several walls in the path of the rims.

With a loud crash, these managed to cut through the dirt and stone, continuing their way toward her without slowing down.

"Where did you learn Sumerian curses from?!" The witch became startled, as she didn't expect James to know spells that were this ancient.

The other clone was kneeling down with his hands touching the ground while he chanted something in a foreign language. At the end of the chant, a massive magical circle appeared beneath the witch.

"विरमतु (Stop)."

The circle became active, and the witch found herself unable to move a single finger.

The second curse was even more ancient than the first one and was able to stop time itself in a small area, albeit for a short period.

It was impossible for the witch to move, no matter how strong she was, as simple strength was not enough to fight against time itself.

"Lock her already! Two seconds left." The second clone shouted at the first, who then hurried to direct the three rims to the witch.

These locked her in place, one around her neck, one around her arms, and the last one around her legs.

And just then, the time curse ended.

"Damn it!" the witch shouted in despair. She didn't even recognize the language of the last curse that James had used. Fear started to creep into her eyes as she looked at the real James floating in the air.

The clones dispersed, having employed all their magic in these extremely high-level curses.

The witch struggled against her restraints, trying to break them apart, but quickly realized they were not going to be easy to destroy.

These magical rims were designed to capture ancient dragons and were used by a legendary group of Sumerian knights to hunt down these beasts when they threatened their empire, well over six thousand years ago.

The second curse was even more ancient, used by the first proper magical users that were kept in record, sealed away deep underground inside the mystical Library of Alexandria, which was not meant to be uncovered until one hundred years from now.

"W-who are you?" The old witch had finally begun to understand what James was capable of doing and came to the realization that, despite how powerful she had become over her several centuries of lifespan, this was not someone she should have provoked.

"Are you a High Warlock?…" This was the highest degree of mastery that a wizard or witch could achieve, but very few had since the dawn of time.

James's body floated above her while ignoring her questions. The white flames around him were growing in intensity with every second that passed.

The witch could not feel the heat yet, but she felt the magical pressure that James was emitting. It was enough to make her blood run cold.

"I am Harry James Potter. Child of Broken Prophecies. Alchemist Ruler of the Ivory Tower. Keeper of the Primordial Argent Flame, which I will now employ to burn away your cursed body and spirit." James' voice sounded cold and devoid of emotion, as if he were reciting something he had said a thousand times before.

The small wisps of flames began to merge before James, creating a much larger flame with a pure white color.

The old witch stared at the fire with horror. "W-wait, My Lord! Mercy!"

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