Chapter 531: Give a Name to the Forbidden Spell (Edited)

This move had a disproportionate effect, as if four kilograms were moving a thousand kilograms. The enormous fire whirlwind was redirected in another direction by a slight touch from Tom, floating towards the marsh. At the same time, the color of the fire gradually changed from blue to yellow.

Tom stopped his spell in time. The fire summoned by "Protego Diabolica" was cursed fire. Essentially, this spell was the Fiendfyre Curse, only Grindelwald had slightly modified it to make it more controllable.

Although it was more controllable, it was still the most dangerous fire in the magical world: hellfire. If allowed to burn, it would become increasingly powerful, and it would become increasingly difficult to use a spell to extinguish it. When hellfire could take on the form of some creatures, there probably wouldn't be any wizard capable of extinguishing it on their own.

If Tom didn't stop his spell now, fire beasts would begin to emerge from the flames he was releasing. At that point, it couldn't be said who would receive a more severe punishment, him or the remaining Death Eater followers...

It can only be said that he controlled the level of danger with precision.

Tom sat atop the tent, panting. The range of the two previous spells was too wide, which also depleted a large amount of his magical power, almost leaving him empty.

Now he needed to take a breather and rest a little.

Tom was calm, but Dawlish couldn't keep his cool, because they were both in the midst of a sea of flames at this moment!

Tom ceased the supply of magical energy to "Super Protego Diabolica," causing the hellfire to revert to regular fire. However, the fire they had conjured in collaboration with the remaining Death Eater followers was still burning. And unfortunately, Tom and Dawlish were in the exact center of that sea of flames.

Dawlish was sweating profusely due to the heat; he had removed his cloak and lay sprawled on the ground. His undershirt was also soaked with sweat. Even the tips of his hair had curled due to the high temperatures.

"Come, I'll get you out of here," Dawlish said, planning to use the Disapparition Charm to take Tom away. But Tom shook his head once again.

"It's not necessary. The fire will go out soon."

Dawlish: ???

He looked at the sea of flames that extended for several kilometers and didn't seem like it would suddenly extinguish, unless it started raining...

But that would be too much of a coincidence, right?

Seeing Dawlish's completely bewildered expression, Tom patiently gave his battle companion a simple explanation.

"Water turns into water vapor at high temperatures, the water vapor rises into the air and condenses into small liquid droplets, forming clouds. These small droplets combine with dust in the air and form larger water droplets. Under the influence of gravity, the water droplets fall from the sky as rain."

Dawlish: [?_?]

"Sorry, high temperatures... and then what?" At that moment, Dawlish felt as if he were back in a History of Magic class at Hogwarts.

Tom sighed and realized that talking about science with a wizard was like talking to a wall. Just at that moment, he felt his magical power recovering a bit, so he decided to back up his words with actions.

He stood up and drew his wand from the staff. Tom took a look at his "masterpiece." At this point, the entire camp was already engulfed in raging fire. If it weren't for a strip of land that had become a barrier against the fire, it was likely that the forest would have caught fire as well. As for the fire whirlwind that Tom had sent to the marsh, its fate was already sealed.

The marsh ground contained a large amount of water. When the water met the fire, a significant amount of water vapor was generated, and the resulting smoke combined with that water vapor. Even without magical assistance, it was very likely that precipitation would occur.

Tom was only hastening that process.

"Rain (Atmospheric-pluvia)!"

Tom's spell was lost in the night sky, but it didn't seem to cause any change.

Dawlish sighed; he was about to say something when a raindrop fell on his forehead and slid down his neck, leaving a white trail on his face. It also blocked the words he was about to say.

How was this possible? Dawlish looked in amazement at the dark clouds that had suddenly appeared in the sky. He knew that wizards could change the weather through weather spells, but they were often small, the size of an office, and this was the first time he had seen a weather spell that changed the weather in an entire area.

Dawlish even came to think that maybe he was hallucinating, but the raindrops falling one after another on his face confirmed to him that it was really raining.

"How did you do that?" he asked in astonishment, turning his head to look at Tom.

"It was a natural response to the circumstances," Tom replied in that manner.

Sometimes, even wizards have their limits. Changing the weather in a specific area using a wizard's own magical power alone is unrealistic; you need to take advantage of circumstances.

When the clouds are thick, it's easy for it to rain; when there's a sudden temperature change, it's easy for there to be wind. "Responding naturally to the circumstances" means leveraging natural phenomena, like using four kilograms to move a thousand kilograms. In the sky of this area, a large amount of water vapor had accumulated, just one step away from turning into rain. It was like a vending machine full of coins on the brink of overflowing: Tom only needed to insert a coin and gently push it for the rain to fall naturally.

The strength of a single coin is small, but it becomes the final chip to knock down the mountain of coins. Tom's spell wasn't powerful, but it had the effect of the final chip.

Dawlish couldn't understand the meteorological principles involved in this. To his eyes, Tom had simply used a simple weather spell to summon a heavy storm.

Suddenly, Dawlish became much more docile.

The rain hit the flames and instantly evaporated, but every time one drop evaporated, two more raindrops took its place. Under the continuous rain, the flames retreated and were finally completely extinguished.

Tom and Dawlish had never moved from the high roof of the tent. They waited until the sea of flames was extinguished and ended up soaked like wet chickens.

"What do you think would be a good name for the spell I just performed?". Tom wiped water and dust from his face, realizing that his spell still didn't have a name.

"Hmm? Is it a spell you created?" Dawlish was surprised by Tom's words. It was already impressive to be able to use a spell of that size, and now he was saying it was his own original magic creation?

Was he joking?

However, upon seeing Tom's serious expression as he thought, Dawlish felt that he wasn't lying.

He was speechless.

What was he doing at that age? Discussing Quidditch match results with his friends, quarreling with students he didn't like, being in an empty classroom with his girlfriend... Well, that was a bit of a digression, but in short, he didn't have any original spells of his own!

Dawlish now clearly understood one thing: there will always be someone better than oneself. Comparing himself to Tom Yodel was like living the life of a dog.

"How about the name 'Flame Storm'?" Tom hesitated a bit because the previous fire didn't really have any connection to hellfire. Forcing the connection would be boring. So why not call it 'Flame Storm'?

The spell I just used was a combination of flames and whirlwinds...

Let's call it "Flame Storm."