Dawn fell into thought.
He decided that, moving forward, he needed to pay closer attention to the direction of the rumors.
If things began spiraling out of control, he would immediately step forward and confess first in order to calm the situation.
After all, he was determined to obtain the Castle Consciousness.
He had absolutely no intention of placing all his hopes on whether Dumbledore could be trusted.
His thoughts shifted.
And at that very moment, Professor McGonagall entered the classroom with her usual stern expression.
Under her authoritative gaze, the previously scattered students instantly returned to their seats, sat up straight, and assumed the appearance of diligent learners.
Dawn listened for only a short while before gradually drifting off again, redirecting his attention back toward Blaise.
At that moment, he had already controlled Blaise's body and arrived outside the library.
"Madam Pince, I'm looking for books that record events from the wizarding world in the year 1521. Could you recommend anything?"
Dawn asked softly.
"1521?"
Behind the counter, Madam Pince set her book down and looked at the Slytherin student before her.
After thinking for a moment, she shook her head.
"I'm afraid not, child. Nothing particularly major happened in 1521, so I can't recall any books dedicated specifically to that year."
Then, after a slight pause, she added:
"However..."
"You could try looking through A History of Magic, Records of Quidditch, Great Wizards, or Tracing the Pure-Blood Families."
"They all mention the year 1521 to some extent. Not very much, but perhaps you'll find something useful."
Madam Pince pointed out where the books were located before adding her usual warning:
"And remember. Keep quiet and do not damage the books."
Dawn nodded in thanks and walked toward the indicated shelves.
Soon, he pulled out the first volume, Records of Quidditch. After flipping through it briefly, he returned it to the shelf and retrieved another.
Again and again.
Half an hour later, Dawn finally closed the latest book and shook his head with disappointment.
Madam Pince had not lied.
Those books only mentioned the events of 1521 in passing.
And the focus was always on things like Quidditch performances from that year or some wizard's personal accomplishments.
None of it was what Dawn wanted.
As for A History of Magic, while it technically counted as a historical record of the wizarding world, it only documented major events such as goblin rebellions.
Very little space had been devoted to 1521.
"This is troublesome."
Dawn rubbed his temples.
He considered asking the ghost professor who taught History of Magic whether he might know something useful.
After returning the final book Madam Pince had recommended, Dawn still refused to give up and began searching more broadly.
Unfortunately—
The wizarding world in 1521 truly seemed unusually peaceful.
And what made the situation feel even more ironic was that he failed to find wizarding history, yet instead discovered fairly detailed records of Muggle events from 1521 in a Muggle Studies textbook.
For example:
In 1521, Martin Luther was excommunicated by the Pope, triggering the Protestant Reformation.
Magellan's fleet crossed the Pacific Ocean and reached the Philippines, beginning the first circumnavigation of the globe.
Spanish colonial forces conquered the Aztec capital of Tenochtitlan, leading to the decline of Mesoamerican civilization.
Yet no matter how Dawn looked at it, none of those events seemed related to the wizarding world.
Much less to Nicolas Flamel.
With a sigh, Dawn leaned against the bookshelf and stared up at the library's lofty, glittering ceiling, gradually drifting into thought again.
There were still many things he could be doing.
But the earlier conversation had left too deep an impression on him. His mind simply had no room left for anything else.
Homunculi.
Creating life.
Material transformation.
One phrase after another surfaced in his thoughts, dazzling him until he unconsciously sank deeper into contemplation.
Yet once again, Dawn realized that whether it was creating life with one's own magic or returning matter to magic, he had absolutely no clue where to begin.
And so, slowly—
All of his thoughts shifted toward one specific topic:
Granting magic to Muggles.
Unlike the previous two subjects, this was the only one for which Dawn possessed a genuinely workable line of thought.
In Dawn's view, if a wizard were dissected as though they were an object, their existence mainly consisted of three components:
Body. Soul. Mind.
And from the example of his own thought synchronization entering a Muggle body, where he became unable to use his magic, it seemed likely that magic was connected only to the body and soul.
So—
Was the reason Muggles lacked magic simply because their bodies and souls differed from those of wizards?
And if one could alter those structures through specially designed patterns until they resembled those of a wizard—
Wouldn't it become possible to grant magic to a Muggle?
Dawn narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Of course, before actual experimentation, reality might prove far more complicated than theory.
But regardless, he undeniably possessed a starting point.
What fascinated him even more, however, was the method the Church intended to use for granting magic to Muggles.
Could it really have been as simple as using magical outbursts to alter a Muggle's body and soul, forcibly transforming them into wizards?
Dawn narrowed his eyes slightly.
Honestly speaking, he considered that idea entirely plausible.
After all, magical outbursts truly could alter both body and soul.
The proof was Dawn himself.
Now that his consciousness resided within Blaise's body, he had lost the ability to perceive the specially designed patterns.
That meant the ability was closely tied to the body—or more likely, the soul itself.
So if magical outbursts could spontaneously grant that ability where it previously did not exist, did that not imply Dawn's own body or soul had fundamentally changed during his magical outburst?
The problem was that relying on the unstable emotions of young wizards to transform Muggles through magical outbursts was absurdly unreliable.
In extreme cases, decades might pass without producing even a single success.
Perhaps the method did not work at all.
Therefore—
If the Church truly possessed wizard allies during the era of the witch hunts...
And if those wizards had not been born naturally, but transformed from Muggles instead...
Then the Church's method absolutely could not have relied solely on magical outbursts.
Dawn's fingers tapped unconsciously against the bookshelf.
So then—
Was there some method capable of reliably altering a Muggle's body and soul, granting them the qualities of a wizard?
The thought surfaced naturally in his mind. But almost immediately, he laughed at himself.
What nonsense.
How could something like that possibly exist?
Dawn shook his head.
Then suddenly—
His expression froze.
It was as though he had thought of something. His pupils contracted violently, and his entire body stiffened like marble.
A stable method for altering a Muggle's body and soul?!
Breathing slightly faster now, Dawn repeated those words over and over in his head.
And then— A certain spell abruptly surfaced in his mind.
His heart immediately began pounding.
Because...
It seemed there actually was such a method.
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