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'What does it take to create a miracle?'
Ian answered this question with a pen and dozens of hours. He meticulously copied the potiobooks for all seven grades, tag the staggering amount of text with the proficy he retained from his pulsory education. He even had time to check for typos.
"Still got it!" Ian shook his sore arm, setting down the quill that was nearly splitting at the tip. He looked up to see that the sun outside hadn't even begun to set. There was still plenty of time before the round of entering the 'Twilight Zo night.
[Potions Mastery (Level 2): 23/200]
The intense effort not only allowed Ian to achieve his goal ahead of schedule but alsht him signifit progress in skill improvement.
He now had a solid foundation in potions theory. At least he was strohan most first or sed-year wizards. The only shorting might be his ck of practical experience. If he were to start brewing potions, he would definitely be a bit clumsy at first.
"I hope I practice potion brewing iwilight Zone' as well." Ia a surge of anticipation for this uping dream, but he was also worried about his friend who had go to explore— after all, a soul that's already dead shouldn't be able to die again, right?
"ch, ch, ch~" The long hours of intense writing had made Ian a bit hungry. He casually grabbed a few leftover pieces of bread from yesterday and started mung on them like crackers. The taste was… indescribable.
The UK is known for its ary shortings, and the wizarding world is no exception. Fortunately, Ian wasn't too picky about food. Young people have stroh. Chewing on hard bread is just like grindih.
"ting the days, it should be about 4 to 5 days until the start of the Hogwarts term." With a bite of brick-like bread and a sip of (for now) radiation-free mountain spring water, Ian sat outside the , gazing at the distant, faintly visible castle. He felt that life was full of promise.
As the sun gradually set in the west, the golden light became softer and deeper.
"Lumos!" Sihe Lumos Charm was also on the verge of leveling up, Ian didn't waste any time before bed. He lit his wand and began grinding his skill proficy.
[Lumos Charm (Level 2): 3/200]
pared to the more unique magid the improvement in [Potions Mastery], the progress of white magics like [Lumos Charm] was slightly slower.
Of course, this was only in parison to Ian's own standards. As the skill level increased, he could clearly feel a moment of enlighte. His uanding of the [Lumos Charm] deepened immediately.
"It actually be performed like this!" With his newfound uanding, Ian waved his wand, and the light at its tip, which had already grown brighter, began to ge colors.
Red. Blue. . And an eerie green… If he could further master the skill of silent casting, perhaps this most basic [Lumos Charm] could be used to impersohe [Killing Curse] and scare others?
'Hmm. Now that he thinks about it, it was not a bad idea.'
"But I already know the Killing Curse, so this effect is a bit redundant…" Ian trolled the flow of magical energy, trying to create a light source that could briefly detach from the tip of the wand.
Unsurprisingly, he didn't succeed. The moment the light source left the tip of the wand, even though the magical circuit was still running, it colpsed due to the ck of stability provided by the wand.
"Still not enough proficy. Maybe I try imprinting this circuit onto a wand-like object. That should improve the stability issue." At this thought, Ian paused. He felt that this idea was somewhat familiar. After p, he suddenly realized— this was basically the principle of alchemy!
"Ugh! I almost founded a new school of thought!!" Ian realized he had missed a ce to be featured on a Chocote Frog card. Relutly, he went back to chee books.
Sure enough, the miracle didn't happen. The initial creation of alchemy was indeed based on simir ideas, and as early as several turies ago, the wizarding world had already ied alchemical devices capable of long-term illumination.
To this day, the family that ied those alchemical devices still monopolizes the wizarding world's lighting market, just like how all the shampoo in the wizarding world es from the Potter family.
"Damn patent monopolies!" pared to missing the ce to i alchemy, what frustrated Ian the most was not being able to profit from the sudden inspiration that came with leveling up his skills.
"If I learn some lost potion recipes ics from Professor Mara, I'll register patents and lie in Gringotts' vault ting money every day!" Ba the , before falling asleep with a pile of notebooks in his arms, Ian realized that he was still just an ordinary person at heart.
He not only loved money, but he also didn't truly hate patent monopolies— he just hated that it wasn't him monopolizing them.
Piles of golden Galleons were lost to him just because he was born a few hundred years too te! Is there anything more infuriating for a poor person? No!
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"This feels familiar as always!" Opening his eyes again, the golden, magnifit hall looked just as it had the st time he ehe 'Twilight Zohe witch seemed to have been waiting for him.
She was as cold and aloof as ever, sitting on the same unging long chair, gazing at Ian with an indescribable, peculiar look… and at the pile of notebooks he was holding.
"You really didn't disappoihe witch's tone carried a hint of amazement.
"Ha, I actually brought them in." This was Ian's first attempt t so many items into the 'Twilight Zone'. Fortunately, nothi wrong, and all the notebooks he held made it in with him.
"Professor Mara, look how amazing I am!" Ian grinned as he pced all the notebooks on the long table. This time, the tables and chairs in the hall didn't run away, though some teacups opeheir eyes and curiously stared at Ian.
"Yes, very impressive." The witch didn't hold back her praise. However, she clearly misuood what Ian was trying to show off. She thought he was boasting about his ability t so many items across the boundary of life ah, not about copying so much text.
So, "But you're clearly capable of even more impressive things. It's just that you might not realize it yet." The witch gave Ian a cryptit.
"Huh?" Ian was stunned for a moment before reag. "What kind of more impressive things are you talking about?" Ian asked curiously.
"That's for you to discover." The witce agaihe role of a riddle-speaker.
"If you could just tell me directly, I could also treat it as my own discovery." Ian blinked.
"…" The witch fell silent for a moment, probably feeling a bit awkward under Ian's gaze.
She sighed. "I only have some insights into possibilities. I'm not truly omnist… How to proceed is your path. Only you are the one walking it." The witch's soft words left Ian deep in thought.
He looked at the books on the long table, and gradually, some… bold ideas began to form in his mind.
(End of Chapter)
