Amidst the panic of everyone in London, the city's shaking ceased.
People's hearts, which had been in their throats, slowly began to settle, yet before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a series of violent explosions erupted from beneath the entire city of London.
Rumble!
Beneath the ancient city, soil and rock disintegrated inch by inch as Lynn's explosively growing magic was vented in the form of a Levitation Charm.
Under her influence, London was nearly being uprooted.
The speed at which items in the ward rotated around Lynn was so fast that it generated a suction force.
The three Professors had to use the Shield Charm with all their might to barely block it, preventing that suction from pulling themselves or even the medical staff behind them toward her.
Lying on the hospital bed, Lynn's face bore an unprecedented expression of anger and ferocity, which actually added a touch of life to her appearance.
Just as the sounds coming from beneath London grew more intense, ripples of gentle and peaceful magical fluctuations arrived from the distant sky.
Finally, they brushed over Lynn, and the soft magical ripples flowed continuously through her body.
Lynn's wildly surging magic finally stabilized gradually, and the speed of the items spinning in the ward also slowed down.
London, which had been on the verge of being uprooted, "sank" back into the ground once more.
The images in her mind were deeply etched into her memory, and those voices were instinctively and firmly imprinted into Lynn's brain.
A few clear tears slid from the corners of her eyes, her clenched hands relaxed, and Lynn's struggling, twisting body returned to a state of calm.
The blinding light finally vanished, and Professor McGonagall and the others reopened their eyes, only to be met with the sight of a ward that was nearly destroyed.
Only Lynn still lay peacefully on the bed, spotless, her face as expressionless as ever.
It was as if nothing had happened just now.
"Is... is it over?" the nurse asked tremulously, her gaze toward Lynn on the bed now filled with awe.
This magic intensity... is she really just a Young Wizard?
"It's over," Professor McGonagall nodded, tucking her wand back into her robe pocket.
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