Chapter 59 59: Wizards are gods
So it is like this, it turns out to be like this, it is just like this.
The fog that had troubled Ian for a long time seemed to be dispersed silently at this moment. He saw that the road ahead was not just a climb to the top of the mountain.
And...the scenery in the sky after the clouds and fog have cleared.
"The wizard is the god..."
Obviously.
This is a comparison of wizards to possessing the power of gods. Therefore, giving physical rules like God has become a matter of course for wizards.
"Since new rules are given, why will the transformation technique eventually lose its effect..." Ian did not ask out the doubts in his heart.
Because the next moment he had figured out the answer himself.
Wizards are gods. The gods among them are actually the magic power that wizards are born with. The magic power belongs to them, so this is also a manifestation of the great power attributed to themselves.
Any form of material distortion and redefinition of the form of matter is due to the action of magic. Magic, as a "god", is distorting and rewriting the rules of the Creator.
When magic exists on the transformed thing, it can actually be seen as the new rules covering the old rules, and naturally it can change everything at will.
However.
If separated from the wizard himself, the magic power will gradually lose and disappear. It may be due to the self-correction of the material world, or it may be due to other reasons.
In short, when the magic that changes things disappears, the rules covered by it will naturally reveal their original appearance again, just like Lily Potter's transformation spell lost its effect the moment she died.
Because the source of magic no longer exists.
Even if it is not completely worn out yet.
The transformation technique is still unable to be maintained.
"Maybe it's not consumption, but the return of magic power?" Ian knew that to verify this guess, he could only use a successful transformation technique to prove it.
"VeraVerto!"
Ian picked up his wand again and cast Transfiguration on the matches on the table.
This time.
He abandoned complicated thoughts and regarded himself as the creator.
[Successfully cast the transformation spell, the level of the transformation spell increases]
Ian's personal panel changed, as did the match on the table, which turned into a slender iron The needles even have wisps of exquisite patterns on them.
"Exquisite spellcasting, perfect understanding!" Even though Professor McGonagall had expected it, she still couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the finished product of Ian's transformation.
It seems that the Sorting Hat really did not make a mistake.
The descendants of Ravenclaw who are thousands of years apart...so amazing!
"Ian! You are great!" Michael clapped beside him very happily. With the person taking the lead, the surrounding students also clapped their hands whether they wanted to or not.
It is the Eagle Yard and the Badger Yard after all.
Ravenclaw students will not be jealous if their classmates in their own college have completed their homework, and if someone is happy about such a happy thing, Hufflepuff will naturally be happy as well.
“What on earth did the professor just write!”
“Is it an exclusive technique of transfiguration?”
“Damn it! I didn’t see it!”
< br>The conversation between Ian and the professor just now still makes everyone confused. Many Ravenclaw eaglets were very upset and felt that they had missed a special teaching.
"Thank you, Professor, I think I understand...but it doesn't fully answer all my questions." Ian first thanked Professor McGonagall for his teaching.
Soon.
He stared at the thin needle on the table and thought carefully.
"The study of Transfiguration is never-ending. At least you have done well at this stage." Professor McGonagall nodded and began to guide the remaining students who had not yet completed the Transfiguration.
The classroom was very lively.
Many little wizards who had completed their transformation were repeatedly trying to undo and re-transform, while Ian kept staring at the needle on his desk.
"A small part of my magic has fallen silent, but it does still exist in my body..." Ian felt the connection between himself and the needle on the table.
Obviously. Although the magic power is not really "consumed", the "influence" contained in the magic power has always maintained the shape of the needle on the table.
He can clearly sense that if he cuts off this connection, then a trace of his magic power will immediately escape from silence, but at the same time, the "influence" exerted on the match will also Then disappear.
The iron needle will turn back into a match.
This is beyond doubt.
“The influence that each piece of magic can exert is actually limited. When I exert a continuous influence on reality, the influence contained in this magic will be released to the real world.”
< br>"The level of a wizard's magic power determines the amount of [influence] in a piece of magic power. This is why the higher the magic power level on the personal panel, the stronger my magic power is."
The first day of school.
Ian has a deeper knowledge and understanding of magic.
Of course.
This does not mean that his previous understanding was completely wrong.
After all, it was just a wrong path. It was not that the path was wrong, it was just that we were unable to see the more essential side of magic. This is actually related to the magic that Ian has been learning.
Existing magic.
They are all the results summarized by others.
They only need to study based on other people's results to reach the area that others have explored, so what Ian has been exploring are other people's things.
No matter the spell.
Or the runes of ancient wizards.
They are actually all for the purpose of better exerting the [influence] of magic power and guiding this [influence] to the determined direction and result.
The death curse leads to death.
Pyromantic spells lead to burning.
That’s all.
Under such learning.
Even though Ian has realized the limitations of magic spells and the more possibilities that runes have... he has ignored that magic itself represents infinite possibilities.
"Spells and runes are just means and guidance."
The more Ian thinks about it, the more cheerful he becomes.
Indeed, as Professor McGonagall said, the magic power of wizards is the foundation of "gods", and exerting [influence] is the real road to heaven!
“VeraVerto!”
Ian wanted to verify his understanding, so he softly chanted the incantation again, and saw that the shining silver needle on the table changed again, and began to feel like it was being layered When peeled off, it turns into repeated green smoke.
"Wow! It's smoke! So cool!"
"It's the same color as the underwear my sister wore this morning!"
The little wizards around them exclaimed.
Professor McGonagall, who turned her head and looked over at the sound, was suddenly startled, and her serious face instantly became horrified. She raised her wand without even thinking about it.
"Transformation aborted!"
The effect of the spell is extremely overbearing.
The floating smoke instantly turned back into the original match.
“Huh?”
Ian felt the return of that [influence]. He raised his head blankly, only to see Professor McGonagall, who was so kind just now. It rushed over like an angry lioness.
"Mr. Prince! There is no age limit in Azkaban!"
(End of this chapter)