Lord Voldemort? The Dark Lord? I remember he challenged you before, but you, Grandpa, defeated him.
Charles struggled to his feet and used wood element to conjure two lounge chairs, patting one and gesturing for Seraphiel to lie down and speak.
"You certainly know how to enjoy yourself," Seraphiel said, but his body honestly settled into the lounge chair, rocking back and forth.
"Let me think. When you get old, your memory isn't as good..."
Because of the family's power, Grindelwald and Dumbledore had both personally invited him to participate in (or stop) their great endeavors, but were rejected.
Lord Voldemort had also personally extended an invitation, but he couldn't even get through the door.
Feeling humiliated, he led all his Death Eaters and Dark forces to wage war against the Lederos Family.
However, no matter how fierce the Fiendfyre or Dark Arts attacks were against the House Leideloss estate, they vanished into thin air the moment they made contact.
But as time passed, this defense slowly lost its original solidity, and its effectiveness gradually waned.
When a spell finally penetrated the defenses and struck the manor's gate, the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters were overjoyed, their eyes gleaming with the fervor of conquest.
Just as they prepared to continue their assault, the manor's gate slowly opened.
"Ah~~ Has the renowned 'Fire God' Seraphiel finally decided to emerge from his turtle shell?" As Lord Voldemort's arrogant words fell, the Death Eaters behind him immediately let out unpleasant jeers.
"Seraphiel, hurry and come into your master's embrace!"
"Yes, offer up the magic passed down through your family for generations! Your master will grant you supreme glory!"
"A family that only marries Muggles and half-blood Wizards, your master is merciful enough to let you submit. Don't be ungrateful!"
"We must keep one or two; such good bloodlines must be preserved properly~~"
Seraphiel looked at the Death Eaters mocking him, his expression calm: "You want the magic passed down through the family for generations? Very well, then you'd better catch it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Seraphiel pushed his hands forward, and a scorching flame erupted from the runes on his palms.
The flame contained immense power. Wherever it passed, earth and stone melted and cracked, and the fire rapidly spread, forming a massive fiery vortex that engulfed everything around it.
Before the vortex even reached the Death Eaters, their Wizard robes began to deform and burn from the high temperature. Some quick-thinking Death Eaters immediately Apparated, making a tactical retreat.
Lord Voldemort watched the scene before him, his eyes growing even gloomier. Ignoring the fate of the stunned Death Eaters behind him, he raised his wand, and a Fiendfyre serpent, no smaller than the vortex, spewed forth, colliding directly with the vortex.
The moment the two massive flames collided, a 360° annular shockwave, like a nuclear explosion, spread outwards, destroying all matter in its path, leaving only scorched earth.
"...Fiendfyre actually couldn't devour this magic."
Lord Voldemort's silver shield was battered and cracked from the impact of the explosion, looking as if it could shatter at any moment.
He himself looked somewhat disheveled from the high temperature, his black robes stained with sweat and dust. A hint of terror flickered in his eyes; he had never imagined his attack would be so ineffective.
In contrast, Seraphiel appeared calm and composed. Not a speck of dust was on him, and the manor behind him was completely unscathed.
The stark contrast made Lord Voldemort's face turn extremely ugly.
"All the flames of the world are under my control; there's no need to be surprised. Moreover, you are far too inferior compared to the other two."
These words struck Lord Voldemort's pride like a bolt of lightning.
He had risen from an orphan to the Dark Lord he was today, enduring countless hardships and challenges to achieve his current status.
However, Seraphiel's words made him feel that all his efforts and achievements were utterly insignificant.
"You... you dare to insult me so!" Lord Voldemort roared, his face ashen, his eyes flashing with sparks of fury.
Seraphiel, however, merely smiled faintly, as if the words he had just spoken had not come from his own mouth.
"I am merely stating a fact; you are indeed far inferior to them. They at least possess some genuine power and wisdom, but you? Aside from relying on fear and violence, what else do you have? Oh~~ Your Dark Arts talent is not bad, but that's all."
"..."
Seraphiel adjusted his top hat and said, "Well, greetings are done. It's time to see you out."
No sooner had he spoken than his right foot gently tapped the ground.
Immediately, a powerful energy erupted from beneath his foot, rapidly spreading within a five-kilometer radius. This energy seemed like countless gears rotating erratically, causing the entire space to undergo violent distortion and deformation.
The once calm sky suddenly churned, as if torn apart by an immense force.
The sky's color became deep and mysterious, and the previously stable earth began to slowly shift, as if controlled by an invisible hand.
In this distorted space, the boundary between sky and earth became blurred.
Sometimes, the sky would suddenly descend beneath one's feet, while the earth would rise into the sky, as if becoming a giant mountain. In some places, the sky and earth even appeared on the same plane.
Seraphiel stood in this distorted space, as if he had become a deity controlling everything.
Lord Voldemort was clearly stunned by the scene before him; he had completely underestimated Seraphiel's power.
When he tried to Apparate away from this dangerous place, he quickly discovered that the space here had been twisted by Seraphiel's magic. He couldn't leave, as if trapped in an invisible cage.
"No... this is impossible..." Lord Voldemort muttered.
"Farewell, Dark Arts boy."
Seraphiel took out his wand and lightly waved it at Lord Voldemort. Instantly, a dazzling white light streaked across the sky. Lord Voldemort's figure gradually vanished in the light, eventually turning into a wisp of smoke, scattering with the wind.
"So he died, then?"
Charles listened to his grandpa's narration, his heart filled with shock. It wasn't that he was shocked by Lord Voldemort's death, but rather by how powerful his grandpa was, and how the style of this magic didn't fit the style of Harry Potter.
"Of course, but Dumbledore said he wasn't completely dead. It seems Lord Voldemort split his soul to create Horcruxes, and as long as the Horcruxes are not destroyed, he will constantly resurrect and return. You must never imitate such a foolish practice. As a Child of Nature of the family, your lifespan will be considerably longer than an ordinary Wizard. Ordinary Wizards only live to be a little over a hundred, some who can live longer reach a hundred and fifty, while a Child of Nature, without accidents, can live to over three hundred." Seraphiel was very puzzled, even scornful, about this.
"I would never emulate that lunatic. Speaking of which, Grandpa, was that rapidly changing movement you used during the battle your unique spatial magic?"
Charles recalled the scene from a high vantage point, where his grandpa moved back and forth between the ground and the waves in an instant, his attacks seemingly unable to pinpoint a precise target.
"You could say it is, and not entirely. It's actually an improvement based on Apparition. I incorporated some of the family's magic and made adjustments... Even if you stare at me like that, I won't teach it to you."
"I don't want to see you accidentally fall into some strange space while practicing, and then I wouldn't be able to find you," Seraphiel said sternly, lightly patting Charles's head, cutting off his intense gaze.
Seeing that his usual pleading gaze didn't work this time, Charles realized the risks behind this magic and immediately dismissed the idea.
"Fortunately, I returned in time. The moment Lord Voldemort and his followers cast spells on the manor's shield, I sensed it and hurried back from another world, almost getting lost due to my haste."
"If I had returned any later, your father and uncle would have opened the gates to fight. We can't let outsiders know about the things in our family manor, otherwise... Lord Voldemort wouldn't be the only one losing sleep."
Charles nodded in agreement. His family knew their own affairs; the things stored in the family truly couldn't be known by outsiders.
"I will definitely make them pay their due... (⊙v⊙)??? Wait a minute, Grandpa, what do you mean by 'other worlds'? Your spatial magic can actually lead to different worlds?! Just like in fairy tales?!"
Charles's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and disbelief. He had never imagined that spatial magic held such incredible power, capable of inter-world travel, completely overturning his previous understanding.
"That's right, the spatial magic I created not only allows us to move freely in the current world, but also builds bridges to other dimensions."
"However, such power is both mighty and dangerous. Even I myself could accidentally get lost in another world and not be able to return," Seraphiel said, looking at Charles's reaction with satisfaction, and proudly stroked his beard.
"Then, Grandpa, are there Wizards or humans in other worlds too?"
Seraphiel gave the curious Charles an annoyed glance, "Do you think traveling to other worlds is an easy feat? I've only been to three worlds in my lifetime, and the most vibrant of them is the one you are standing on right now."
Charles looked around at the rolling lava and towering dark red peaks, somewhat confused: "There's not a trace of life here..."
"Didn't you just create two lounge chairs with wood element?"
"...Heh, Grandpa, you're really humorous."
"Only when your physical condition meets the standard will I test whether you possess the ability to travel between worlds. For now, don't indulge in pointless fantasies."
As his body's pain gradually subsided, Charles stood up, stretched his limbs, and turned to face Seraphiel, who was leisurely lying in the rocking chair, smiling: "Everything is as you arrange."
Seraphiel half-closed his eyes, looking at the energetic young man before him.
"Ah~ It seems you've recovered quite a bit. Well then, let's begin the next round."
"Σ(っ°Д°;)っ I think I still need to rest a bit more!"
"Hey, too late!"