[Host: Wayne Lawrence (Andros' talents inherited)]Magical Power: SS (A+)Charms: SS- (A-)Defence Against the Dark Arts: SS+ (B)Dark Arts: A+ (Andros' Dark Arts talent was B—not retained)Transfiguration: S+Potions: A+ (A)Alchemy: A- (Andros mastered no alchemy)
Special Talents: Memory Palace, Innate Saint (Patronus power greatly enhanced, Defence Against the Dark Arts receives a boost), Wandless Magic (easier to master wandless magic, increased potency of wandless spells)
[Comprehensive Evaluation: SS]Your talent stands at the pinnacle of the masses. Even by following the conventional path, you will reach the summit.
After reviewing his current stats, Wayne had only two words to say:
'Who else!'
From A- to SS-, Wayne's confidence had skyrocketed to astronomical levels.
After absorbing the template, he had gained considerable insight into Andros. This was a renowned wizard from ancient Greece, whose most terrifying achievement was summoning a Patronus the size of a giant using wandless magic.
This feat was unparalleled in his time, and even now, no one has managed to replicate it. Because the Patronus required the power of positive emotions, the stronger a person's Patronus, the more it represented their righteousness.
Thus, while he was known as the Invincible Andros, he was also called Saint Andros by the wizards of his time.
Despite his final rating being SS-, Andros' strength far exceeded what the system's evaluation displayed.
His Dark Arts were only B-rank, and his Potions and Alchemy were equally dismal. If these could be raised to S-rank levels, Wayne did not doubt that Andros' evaluation would soar even higher. This wasn't just a beginner's gift—it was practically an invincible cheat code!
"System, fine, keep the points if you must. I can earn more later. How about sending a compensation package instead?" Wayne asked hopefully.
After a long silence with no response and hearing the servant call him downstairs for dinner, he reluctantly gave up.
After dinner, Wayne wasted no time and immediately retreated to his room to continue exploring magic. Like a child with a beloved toy, he wouldn't let go until he was thoroughly bored—and magic was far more fascinating than any toy.
Though he lacked a wand, perhaps due to his innate talent for wandless magic, Wayne could still perform simple spells. He made a cup fly around the room before clenching his fist sharply—bang! The teacup, worth hundreds of pounds, shattered into fragments scattered across the floor.
He then imagined restoring the cup to its original state, but this time, he failed. Though the pieces reassembled, the cracks remained glaringly obvious.
'Is it because I didn't use the incantation?' Wayne mused for a moment before tentatively uttering, "Reparo."
Yet the cup remained broken, unchanged.
"Of course, it wouldn't be that easy," Wayne chuckled, shaking his head. If spells worked just by reciting words, there'd be no need for books—just hand out a spell dictionary instead. There had to be more to it.
He spent the entire night without rest, only stopping when Humphrey arrived the next morning, though reluctantly. His spirit was slightly drained.
By then, the entire set of teapots and cups in his room had been reduced to fragments, leaving the servants heartbroken as they cleaned up—the cost far exceeding their monthly wages.
"Didn't sleep well last night?" Seeing Wayne close his eyes to rest the moment he entered the living room, Humphrey understood. After all, a child would naturally be endlessly curious about the wonders of magic.
Wayne didn't argue, merely humming in agreement as he continued resting. At exactly nine o'clock, the doorbell rang. "They're here."
Humphrey, who had been handling documents, looked up, and Wayne opened his eyes. Neither knew which professor had been sent.
When the servant opened the door, Humphrey was stunned—no one was there. Then, a tabby cat walked in and, under the astonished gazes of the servant and Humphrey, transformed into a woman in her fifties or sixties. Stern-faced, she wore square glasses, a green cloak, and a tall witch's hat—perfectly matching the classic depiction of a witch in fantasy tales.
Seeing the servant on the verge of fainting, the woman frowned, flicked her wand, and the servant wandered off dazedly to another room.
"I apologise for startling you, but I've had to prove too many times that I'm not some fraud, so this direct approach was necessary.
"I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor House," Professor McGonagall introduced herself with practised ease. As Hogwarts' most dedicated teacher, every summer she visited numerous Muggle-born young wizards' homes to prove magic's existence and that their letters weren't pranks.
She was quite experienced at this.
"Hello, Professor McGonagall, I'm Wayne Lawrence."
Wayne discreetly studied this elderly—no, ancient—catgirl, counting himself lucky.
Having Professor McGonagall as his tutorial NPC was much more reliable than Hagrid or Snape.
"Mr Lawrence," McGonagall nodded, thinking what an adorable young wizard he was—far better looking than the motley crew during her school days.
Remembering the servant earlier, she explained, "It's best not to let too many Muggles know about magic. Don't worry, I only used a Confundus Charm."
Then McGonagall turned to the man who'd been sitting there observing her. "And this is... your father?"
"No, he's my uncle. My parents passed away long ago," Wayne shook his head.
Professor McGonagall's eyes immediately filled with apology and pity. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"It's alright," Wayne smiled gently.
At this point, Humphrey finally spoke: "Wayne, since we've confirmed she's not a fraud, I can rest easy. I'll head to work now."
He chose not to stay and accompany Wayne to Diagon Alley for school supplies.
Though this nephew gave him headaches, Humphrey knew the boy was clever beyond his years and wouldn't get into trouble.
Before leaving, Humphrey told Wayne, "If you encounter any problems at school, you can contact Minister for Magic Millicent Bagnold. She might be able to help."
Under Professor McGonagall's astonished gaze, Humphrey hurried off.
"Though Bagnold retired a year ago—the current Minister is Fudge, but..."
"Mr Lawrence, could you explain why your uncle knows about the Ministry of Magic?"