Chapter 36 36: Oh, it turns out I don’t need to pretend
What does it take to create a miracle?
Ian answered this question with a pen and dozens of hours.
There is a staggering amount of text in the potions textbook for seven grades, but with his proficiency in compulsory education that he has not forgotten, he still managed to copy it word for word.
Even still have time to check yourself for typos.
"The sword is still young!"
Ian shook his sore arm, put down the quill that was almost split in his hand, and looked up, the sun outside the house had not even set yet. .
It’s still early before another round of dreaming and hallucinations at night.
[Potion Mastery (Level 2): 23/200]
The high-intensity efforts not only allowed Ian to complete his goal ahead of schedule, but even brought him a good improvement in ability. As a result, he now has a good accumulation in potion theory.
At least he is better than most first- and second-year wizards. His only shortcoming may be that he has no experience in practice. If he starts making potions, he will definitely feel rusty for a while.
“I hope I can practice brewing potions in a blurry dream.”
Ian is full of expectations for this dream. At the same time, he is also looking forward to his two friends who are out on an adventure. There are some concerns - there should be no possibility of a dead soul dying again?
“Crack, click, click~”
The long and intense writing process made Ian a little hungry, so he grabbed a few pieces of bread left over from yesterday, like It was like chewing biscuits and showing off violently.
The taste is indescribable.
The Great Empire is a well-known food desert, and the wizarding world cannot escape such a difficult situation. Fortunately, Ian is not too particular about food.
Young people have good teeth.
Chewing hard bricks is like grinding your teeth.
“Calculating the time, it should be time for Hogwarts to start school in four or five days.”
With a mouthful of brick bread and a mouthful of mountain spring water that had not been radiated yet, sitting outside the cabin and looking at the looming castle in the distance, Ian even felt that his life was very promising.
As the sun gradually sets in the west.
The golden radiance also becomes softer and deeper.
"Luminescent!"
Since the lighting spell was on the verge of being upgraded, Ian did not waste the time before going to bed. He lit up his wand and started to brush it. Skill proficiency.
[Illuminating Spell (Level 2): 3/200]
Compared with those more special magics and the improvement of [Potion Mastery], the improvement speed of white magic like [Illuminating Spell] is slightly slower. A little slower.
Of course.
This is only limited to Ian comparing himself to himself. Along with the jump in skill level, Ian could clearly feel an epiphany, and his understanding of [Lighting Spell] immediately became much deeper.
“It’s still possible!”
With his newfound understanding, Ian waved the fluorescent light in his hand that had become much brighter. The light at the tip of the wand actually began to change in color.
Red.
Blue.
Cyan.
There is also the oozing green color... If we can further master the technique of silent spellcasting, maybe this most basic [Lighting Spell] can also be used to pretend to be a [Death Curse] to scare others?
Um.
Good idea.
"But I know how to kill myself, so the effect is a bit useless..." Ian controlled the flow of magic power, trying to create a light source that could at least temporarily escape from the top of the wand.
No surprise.
He did not succeed.
The moment the light source left the tip of the wand, even though the magic circuit in it was still running, this magic circuit still collapsed due to the lack of stability of the wand.
“I’m still not proficient enough. Maybe I can try to imprint this circuit on an object similar to a wand, and the stability problem should be improved.”
Ian Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be slightly startled.
He felt that his idea was somewhat familiar.
Think carefully.
Then he suddenly realized - isn't this horse riding the practice of alchemy?
"Unfortunate! I almost started a sect!!"
Ian realized that he had missed an opportunity to be on the chocolate frog card.
He ran back and flipped through the book unwillingly.
As expected.
The miracle didn't happen.
The original birth of alchemy was indeed based on a similar idea, and as early as centuries ago, the wizarding world had already invented alchemical equipment that could illuminate for a long time.
To this day. The family that invented that kind of alchemical equipment still monopolizes the lighting equipment market in the wizarding world, just like the shampoo on the market in the wizarding world comes from the Potter family.
“Abominable patent monopoly!”
Compared with missing the opportunity to invent alchemy, being unable to make a fortune by relying on his sudden inspiration after upgrading his skills was perhaps the most uncomfortable thing for Ian.
Full of gold galleons.
I missed him just because he was born hundreds of years too late!
Is there anything more irritating than this for a poor person?
No!
"If I can learn some lost potion formulas or magic from Teacher Mara, I will have to register a patent and then lie in the Gringotts vault counting money every day!"
Back inside the house .
Before falling asleep holding a pile of notebooks.
Ian realized that he was still a common man.
He doesn’t just love money.
and.
He doesn’t really hate the monopoly of patents, but he is not the one who hates monopoly patents.
......
"I am so enlightened!"
Opened his eyes again.
The splendid palace is no different from the last time I entered the trance-like dreamland.
The witch seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
She was as cool and arrogant as ever, sitting on the same bench, looking at Ian with an indescribable strange look...the pile of notebooks she held in her hand.
“You really didn’t disappoint me.”
The witch’s tone was filled with surprise.
"Ha, I did bring it in."
This is actually the first time that Ian has tried to bring so many things into the trance. Fortunately, the chain was not dropped, and all the notebooks he held followed him into the trance. A trance.
"Teacher Mara, look how awesome I am!"
Ian put all the notebooks on the long table with a smile. This time, the tables, chairs and benches in the hall did not run away, but some teacups opened their eyes and looked at Ian curiously.
“Yes, very powerful.”
The witch was not shy about her praise.
Just.
She obviously misunderstood that what Ian wanted to show off was that he could copy so many texts, and thought that Ian was showing off his talent of being able to carry so many items across the boundary between life and death.
So.
"However, you can obviously do more powerful things, but you may not realize it yet." The witch made some unclear reminders to Ian.
"Huh?"
Ian was stunned for a moment and then reacted.
"What kind of more powerful thing did you say?"
Ian asked curiously.
“This needs to be discovered by yourself.”
The witch once again became the Riddler.
"If you can tell me directly, I can actually regard it as my own discovery."
Ian blinked.
“…”
The witch was silent for a moment.
It was probably because he was a little embarrassed to be stared at by Ian's eyes.
She sighed.
"I just have an insight into some possibilities, and I don't really know everything...how to do it, that is your path, and you are the only one walking on the road."
< br>The witch's whispered words made Ian thoughtful.
He looked at the books on the long table.
Some... bold ideas gradually emerged in my mind.
(End of this chapter)