LRAB Chapter 36: Oh, so I didn't need to impersonate anyone.
Chapter 36: Oh, so I didn't need to impersonate anyone.
What does it take to create a miracle?
Ian solved the problem with a pen and dozens of hours.
The potions textbooks covered seven grades, a staggering amount of text, but thanks to his still-learned compulsory education skills, he managed to copy them word for word.
They even have time to check their own typos.
"His skills are still sharp!"
Ian shook his slightly sore arms, put down the quill pen that was almost split in his hand, and looked up. The sun outside hadn't even set yet.
It's still early before the next round of dreamlike illusions tonight.
Potions Mastery (Level 2): 23/200
Ian's intense efforts not only enabled him to achieve his goal ahead of schedule, but also brought him significant gains in terms of ability improvement. He has now accumulated considerable knowledge in potion theory.
He is at least better than most first and second-year wizards. His only weakness is that he has not had practical experience and will definitely be rusty for a while when he tries to make potions.
"I hope I can practice brewing potions even in the dreamlike realm of dreams."
Ian was filled with anticipation for this dream journey, but at the same time, he was also somewhat worried about his two friends who had gone on an adventure—there shouldn't be any such thing as a soul that has already died dying again?
"Crunch, crunch, crunch~"
The long hours of intense writing made Ian a little hungry, so he grabbed the last few pieces of bread from yesterday and started munching on them like biscuits.
The taste was indescribable.
The Great Ying Empire is a well-known food wasteland, and the wizarding world is no exception to this harsh situation. Fortunately, Ian is not too particular about food.
Young people have good teeth.
Gnawing on hard bricks is like grinding your teeth.
"If I calculate the time, it should be four or five days before Hogwarts starts."
With a piece of brick bread and a sip of spring water that was not yet contaminated, Ian sat outside the cabin gazing at the castle that was faintly visible in the distance, and he even felt that there was a lot of hope for the future.
As the sun gradually sets in the west.
The golden light also became softer and deeper.
"Fluorescent lights!"
Since Ian's Illumination Charm was also on the verge of leveling up, he didn't waste the time before going to sleep. He lit up his wand and started grinding for skill proficiency.
[Illumination Charm (Level 2): 3/200]
Compared to more specialized spells and the improvement from Potions Mastery, the improvement speed of white magic like Illumination Charm is somewhat slower.
of course.
This only applies to Ian comparing himself to himself. With the leap in skill level, Ian could clearly feel a kind of epiphany, and his understanding of the [Illumination Charm] immediately deepened considerably.
"I can't believe it's possible!"
With his newly acquired understanding, Ian waved the glowing wand in his hand, which had become much brighter, and the light at the tip of the wand began to change color.
red.
blue.
blue.
And there's that creepy green color... If one could further master the technique of silent spellcasting, perhaps this most basic [Illumination Charm] could be used to impersonate the [Killing Curse] to scare others?
Ok.
That's a great idea.
"But I already know the Killing Curse, so this effect is a bit useless..." Ian controlled the flow of magic, trying to create a light source that could at least temporarily detach from the tip of the wand.
Not surprisingly.
He did not succeed.
The moment the light source leaves the tip of the wand, even though the magical circuit within it is still running, this magical circuit still breaks down due to the lack of stability provided by the wand.
"I'm still not skilled enough. Maybe I can try imprinting this circuit onto an object like a wand. That should improve the stability issue."
Ian paused slightly at this thought.
He felt that this idea of his was somewhat familiar.
Think about it carefully.
Then it suddenly dawned on him—this is exactly the alchemy technique!
"That was awful! I almost started my own sect!!"
Ian realized he had missed a chance to be featured on a Chocolate Frog card.
He ran back and flipped through the book, unwilling to give up.
as predicted.
The miracle did not happen.
Alchemy was indeed born from a similar idea, and centuries ago, the wizarding world had already invented alchemical devices that could provide light for extended periods.
Today it is today.
The family that invented that alchemical device still monopolizes the lighting market in the wizarding world, just as the shampoo on the wizarding market all comes from the Potter family.
"That despicable patent monopoly!"
Compared to missing the opportunity to invent alchemy, the inability to make a fortune from his flashes of inspiration after his skills were upgraded is perhaps what Ian finds most distressing.
Full of Galleons.
Just because I was born hundreds of years later, I missed out on him!
Is there anything more infuriating for a poor person than this?
No!
"If I could learn some lost potion recipes or magic from Teacher Mara, I'd patent them and then lie in Gringotts vault counting money every day!"
Go back inside the house.
Before falling into a deep sleep while clutching a pile of laptops.
Ian realized that he was still just an ordinary person.
He loves more than just money.
and.
He doesn't truly hate patent monopolies; he just hates that it's not him who monopolizes patents.
……
"I'm so incredibly self-aware!"
I opened my eyes again.
The magnificent palace was no different from the last time I entered the dreamlike realm.
The witch seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
She remained as aloof and haughty as ever, sitting upright on that unchanging bench, gazing at Ian with an indescribable, peculiar look... at the large stack of notebooks she was holding.
"You certainly didn't disappoint me."
The witch's tone was tinged with surprise.
"Ha, I did bring it in."
This was actually Ian's first time trying to bring so many things into the Enchanted Realm. Fortunately, things didn't go wrong, and all the notebooks he was holding went into the Enchanted Realm with him.
"Teacher Mara, look how amazing I am!"
Ian grinned and placed all the notebooks on the long table. This time, the tables and chairs in the hall didn't move, but some teacups opened their eyes and curiously looked at Ian.
"Yes, that's amazing."
The witch was generous with her praise.
just.
She clearly misunderstood that Ian was trying to show off his ability to copy so much text, and instead thought he was showing off his talent for carrying so many items across the line between life and death.
and so.
"However, you are clearly capable of doing much more, you just may not realize it yet," the witch said to Ian with a cryptic reminder.
"what?"
Ian paused for a moment, then realized what was happening.
"What kind of even more amazing thing are you talking about?"
Ian asked curiously in return.
"You'll have to discover that for yourself."
The witch took on the role of riddle teller once again.
"If you could tell me directly, I could also consider it my own discovery."
Ian blinked.
"..."
The witch remained silent for a moment.
Perhaps he felt a little awkward being stared at by Ian's eyes.
She sighed.
"I only have some insights into possibilities, not true omniscience... How to do it is your path, and only you are the one walking the path."
The witch's whispered words made Ian thoughtful.
He gazed at the books on the long table.
Some...bold ideas gradually rose in my mind.