I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

When they arrived at the courtyard, the magical fluctuations from the array had intensified, and the air around them seemed to warp and distort. Dean Bruce kept a watchful eye on the array, his hand instinctively gripping his magical tool.

"Headmaster, could this be related to the events in Ghostly Valley?" Dean Bruce asked.

The headmaster paused for a moment in thought. "It's possible. Someone may have intentionally set this up."

At that moment, a beam of light shot up from the magical array, soaring into the sky. The light slowly began to coalesce into a hazy figure. Both Dean Bruce and the headmaster tensed, preparing for any possible attacks.

The figure gradually became clearer, revealing what appeared to be a young magician. However, there was something in his eyes—an ancient, weary presence.

"Good day. Sorry to interrupt," the young magician said, smiling, but his grin had a chilling quality to it.

"Who are you? Why have you created this magical array on our school's grounds?" the headmaster demanded.

The young magician chuckled lightly. "Who I am isn't important. What matters is that I've come to reclaim what is mine." As he spoke, his gaze fixed firmly on Dean Bruce.

Dean Bruce felt a shiver down his spine. "You mean the artifact? That was something we found for the school's assessment. We can't give it to you."

The young magician's expression darkened. "Hmph, it was mine to begin with. Taking it was an offense against me."

With that, he waved his wand, and the magical array flared with an even brighter light. Magical energy beams shot toward Dean Bruce and the headmaster. The headmaster quickly cast a defensive spell, and Dean Bruce immediately followed suit. Together, they held off the attack.

"Dean, we need to figure out how to break this array, or we'll be in serious trouble," the headmaster shouted.

Dean Bruce nodded, carefully studying the array's operation, trying to discern a pattern. Suddenly, he remembered the ancient book they had found in Ghostly Valley. It might contain information about this very magical array.

"Headmaster, I'm going to the library to find a book that might help us break the array. You hold him off for now!" Dean Bruce said quickly before turning and sprinting toward the library.

He burst into the library, quickly scanning the bookshelves for the ancient tome. At last, he found it in a corner, flipping through the pages as fast as he could. Sure enough, there were details on similar magical arrays and methods for neutralizing them.

Having memorized the necessary steps, Dean Bruce rushed back to the courtyard. By the time he returned, the headmaster was looking strained. The array's attacks had grown increasingly intense.

"Headmaster, I've found a way!" Dean Bruce shouted as he ran toward him.

He followed the method described in the book and cast a spell, attempting to disrupt the flow of magic within the array. The headmaster also joined in, focusing their attacks on the key points of the array.

With their combined efforts, the array's light began to flicker erratically, and the magical beams grew sparse. Seeing this, the young magician's face darkened, and his anger flared.

"You think you can ruin my plans?!" he shouted furiously, increasing the output of his magical energy.

However, Dean Bruce and the headmaster had already figured out the key to dismantling the array, and their attacks became more precise. With a loud explosion, the magical array finally collapsed, sending a powerful shockwave of magic outwards. Everyone was knocked back several steps by the force.

Seeing that the array had been destroyed, the young magician's eyes flashed with malice. "You'll regret this. I won't let it end here," he snarled before transforming into a cloud of black smoke and vanishing.

Dean Bruce and the headmaster let out a collective sigh of relief, but they knew this wasn't the end. The young magician would undoubtedly return.

"Dean, we need to strengthen the school's defenses," the headmaster said, his expression serious. "We can't let the students be harmed."

Dean Bruce nodded. "I'll make arrangements right away. But we also need to investigate who this young magician is."

In the days that followed, the school ramped up patrols and reinforced the magical defenses. Dean Bruce continued his teaching duties while also working with the other teachers to investigate any clues about the young magician. They consulted the Magic Guild and other magical organizations, but none provided any useful information.

During one of his classes, Dean Bruce noticed a student who seemed to know something about the young magician. He called the student to his office.

"Do you know anything about the magician who attacked our school?" Dean Bruce asked.

The student hesitated, clearly unsure. "Dean, I… I've only heard rumors."

"What rumors? You need to tell me. This is important for the school," Dean Bruce urged, his voice pressing for an answer.

The student took a deep breath. "I've heard that he's a descendant of an ancient magical family. That family was once framed and lost many of their treasures. He's probably here to recover those lost artifacts."

Dean Bruce's interest was piqued. "Then why does he think the artifact belongs to his family?"

The student shook his head. "That's all I know, Dean."

Dean Bruce furrowed his brow in deep thought. It seemed the situation was more complicated than he had imagined. What connection did this so-called descendant of an ancient magical family have to the artifact?

"You can go back now. If you hear any more relevant information, come straight to me," Dean Bruce said to the student.

After the student left, Dean Bruce decided to share this new lead with the headmaster. He went to the headmaster's office and relayed everything he had heard from the student, detailing the rumors as they were.

Upon hearing the news, the headmaster furrowed his brows even more. "An ancient magical family? This is troublesome. If he's really here to reclaim his family's treasures, he's unlikely to give up easily."

"Headmaster, we need to investigate this family further. Perhaps we'll find the key to resolving this issue," Dean Bruce suggested.

The headmaster nodded in agreement. "You're right. I'll leave this task to you. If you need anything, ask the other teachers for help."

After leaving the headmaster's office, Dean Bruce began searching for information about this ancient magical family. He visited the library, the Magic Guild's archives, and even reached out to a few old friends in the magical community, but he came up with very little.

Just as he was about to give up, in a hidden corner of the library, he found a dusty old tome. When he opened it, the contents inside made his heart leap with excitement.

The tome described a once-prosperous magical family—the Clawn family. Known for their mastery of mysterious magical arrays and their possession of numerous powerful artifacts, the family had been decimated centuries ago. A traitor had emerged within their ranks, colluding with external forces, which led to the family's annihilation and their treasures being plundered.

Dean Bruce continued flipping through the pages and discovered that the book mentioned one of the Clawn family's signature artifacts. Its description bore striking similarities to the artifact they had found in Ghostly Valley.

"Could this be the reason he believes the artifact belongs to his family?" Dean Bruce muttered to himself.

However, the tome didn't provide any details on how the family was betrayed or who the external forces involved were. Dean Bruce decided to share his findings with the headmaster, while also pondering whether it might be worth trying to communicate with the young magician and clear up the misunderstanding.

He went to the headmaster's office and relayed the contents of the ancient book. After hearing him out, the headmaster thought for a moment before responding. "It seems we'll need to approach this carefully. This young magician may not listen to our explanations. He's likely to only believe in the version of events he has already accepted as truth."

"Headmaster, I'd like to try to contact him. Perhaps we can clarify things and avoid further conflict," Dean Bruce said.

The headmaster looked at him with concern. "That's too dangerous. He's already shown a high level of aggression. If he doesn't listen to your explanation, you could be in serious danger."

"I'll be careful, Headmaster. I'll take all necessary precautions. But we can't keep defending passively like this," Dean Bruce said firmly.

The headmaster thought for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement. "Alright, but you must stay safe. If anything happens, use a magic signal to notify us immediately."

Dean Bruce began preparing to make contact with the young magician. Using a series of special magical rituals, he tried to establish a link with him. After some effort, he finally felt a faint connection.

"I hope this can be resolved peacefully," Dean Bruce silently prayed to himself.

Just as he was about to reach out and attempt communication with the young magician, an alarm suddenly blared through the school. Dean Bruce's heart sank. Could it be that the young magician was attacking the school again?

He rushed toward the source of the alarm and saw one of the school's academic buildings enveloped in a dark mass of magical energy. Students were fleeing the building in panic.

Dean Bruce cast a spell to disperse the dark magic and tried to approach the building to assess the situation. As he neared, he felt a familiar and powerful magical presence—it was the young magician's aura.

"Why are you attacking the school again?" Dean Bruce shouted angrily.

From the swirling dark magic came the young magician's voice. "You won't stop until you hand over the artifact!"

Dean Bruce's heart sank. It seemed that his chance to communicate had been lost. Another battle was about to begin. He quickly organized the teachers and students to evacuate while preparing himself to confront the young magician.

The young magician emerged from the dark magic, his eyes filled with fury and determination. "Today, you will return the artifact to me!"

Dean Bruce clenched his fists. "That artifact is for the school's assessment. We won't give it to you, and you may have misunderstood. We can talk this through."

"Hmph, there's nothing to talk about. Let's fight!" The young magician raised his wand and launched an attack.

Dean Bruce shook his head. He knew he couldn't engage in battle.

If he fought and lost, it would expose his lack of power.

Something that could not happen in front of the academy!

So, he looked at the young magician and said, "There's no need to fight. How about we try something a little different?"