Seeing the changes on the system panel, a hint of joy also appeared on Char's face. Professor Flitwick asked with a smile, "Success?"
Char took a deep breath and nodded. There was even more gratitude in his eyes. If it weren't for Professor Flitwick's guidance, he was afraid that he would have to struggle with this idea for a long time. Professor Flitwick smiled slightly, his expression full of relief and appreciation as he looked at Char. This was truly a new spell created from runes, not the so-called "new spells" of some young wizards, which were just childish tricks not worthy of being used on a real stage. Professor Flitwick had taught Charms for so many years, and there were only a few young wizards with such talent that he had ever seen. He was a little envious now. How had such a clever little wizard ended up in Hufflepuff? Why hadn't the Sorting Hat put him in Ravenclaw?
A moment later, he waved his hand and said, "Okay. You'll need some time to polish your new spell. You should leave this class first. With your level of attainment, you don't need to attend the remaining Charms courses this school year. You've earned a perfect score on the final exam."
Hearing Professor Flitwick's words, the remaining young wizards were truly envious as he had another course exempted. He didn't even have to take the exam. This was really too enviable. Just thinking about the strength that Char had shown to get this kind of treatment, no one felt jealous. He was an anomaly. A true anomaly.
This news was also quite joyful for Char. It meant he now had some free time. Then, he bowed to Professor Flitwick and left the classroom. There was anticipation in his eyes. He couldn't wait to try out the effect of this new spell he had created. But he wouldn't use it in class just to show off. After all, no matter how powerful a spell is, once people know its effects and become prepared, its effectiveness will be greatly reduced. If Voldemort had known in advance that Lily's love magic would be so strong that it could even repel the Killing Curse, and if things had gone wrong, everything would have been rewritten. Char didn't want to become a negative example.
Therefore, he chose to return to Sprout Island. In this place that belonged only to him, he would experiment with his new spell. Because he had given up the feature of wandless casting, at this moment, he needed the help of his magic wand. As the tip of the wand gently waved, immediately, a surge of magical power emerged. In front of him was a stone so big that two people could hug it. Its weight suddenly lightened. Then it was lifted into the air by an invisible force.
Seeing this, his eyes flickered slightly. With his magical strength, he had wanted to use Levicorpus to lift a stone of this weight. It must have been quite difficult before. It was impossible for the Levitation Charm to achieve this effect. But now, a new spell had been created by combining two spells. Not only could it do things that none of them could do before, but it also made him feel quite relaxed. Even with the wave of his wand, the huge rock swayed in the air, following the tip of the wand as if there was an invisible hand controlling it. When he waved his wand and slashed downwards, the stone roared towards the sea below at a much faster speed than before. Thump! Huge waves splashed out.
His expression grew more satisfied. Although it no longer had the feature of wandless casting, spellcasting without incantations was still retained. It was quite hidden and convenient. And this effect perfectly met his expectations. It could control enemies whose size, weight, and even magic resistance far exceeded that of wizards. It could even cause considerable damage. Just now, he was just casting the spell without any mantras. If he recited the incantation, the power would be further increased. As for the spell, that was not difficult to solve. He just had to "encapsulate" the magic nodes. In this way, the process of constructing magic nodes, which originally had a high threshold, could be replaced by chanting a mantra. The five magic nodes he had selected were "encapsulated" into a spell: "Levinape."
And on the system panel, while the name of this new spell was still unclaimed, Char pondered for a moment. He thought about how the stone seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand. A name came to mind. "This new spell, why not call it 'Hand of the Mage'!" And with the decision made by him, on the system panel, the words [Hand of the Mage (Platinum Level)] immediately appeared in the originally blank space.
He nodded in satisfaction. He used the Mage's Hand several times in succession. Everything he saw before his eyes, as long as the weight and size were not too exaggerated, could almost all be lifted into the air at will, thrown at will. This feeling was indeed quite wonderful. After a while, he finally stopped using the spell.
At this time, regarding Quirrell's upcoming return, he felt more confident. Even though there was a high probability that Quirrell had been turned into a Quintaped, relying on the ability of Mage's Hand, he could hold him for at least two or three seconds. This amount of time was enough for him to complete the construction of his ancient weather magic. And all it would take was for him to complete the spell, and even if it was Quirrell who had transformed into a Quintaped, he might be able to fight against him. At least, he could delay time until Dumbledore arrived. At Hogwarts, as long as he didn't commit suicide, it would be difficult for Quirrell to pose a fatal threat to him anymore.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Now, he finally had some free time to think about something. That was the temple on the island of Drya. The Quintapeds had been born because of it. It could even use the mutant mushrooms he had cultivated to deliver incredible ancient dark magic. What was its origin? The only thing he could be sure of was that among all the documents he had read about the Quintaped, there was no mention of any temple or anything like that. Even the most exceptional magizoologist, perhaps, could not have known that a strange temple had quietly appeared on the island. This thing was the main reason for the appearance of the Quintaped.
There was a thoughtful look in his eyes. He narrowed them. "If it cannot be found in the classics, a more feasible method is to ask creatures that may be related to the temple." His gaze fell on the trench near Sprout Island. The Kraken stayed here now, serving as security. It was old enough and active in the North Sea. If there was any other existence that knew information about the temple, the Kraken was the most likely candidate.
He found the Kraken. And when the Kraken heard him asking questions about the temple, it showed a moment of confusion. "Temple? On that island? Oh no, I've never been up there. I don't know anything about that." But a moment later, it said uncertainly, "But when I was very young, yes, although the Olympian era had already passed, some legends had not completely disappeared. My grandfather told my father a secret. My father told it to me as a legend. It says that the end of the Olympian era came with a great disaster. The disaster was so great that even the Titans, known as gods, felt despair. Arguments and fights broke out, and some Titans wanted to save the day. But some believed that the disaster was irreversible, and that all they should do was try their best to survive, even if there was a chance of completely disappearing in an endless slumber. The two factions quarreled fiercely and eventually went their separate ways. The last of the Titans vanished into history, and there is no record of them anymore."
Char listened to the story. In his mind, he recalled the picture he had seen from the troll priest Sirius. The disaster that had ended the Age of Olympus… was it the World Tree collapsing? Some Titans had wanted to save the day. Could it be that the God of Fire had created that alchemical seed to replace the World Tree? He also thought about his discovery in the Ministry of Magic's secret vaults. Demeter's Silver Cup and the roots of the World Tree had appeared together. Could this have been an attempt by Demeter, the goddess of fertility? But now, the alchemy seeds had been wandering in the Forbidden Forest troll settlement for many years. Demeter's Silver Cup and the World Tree's roots were nearly obliterated in the darkness of the Ministry's vault. Obviously, whether it was the god of fire or the goddess of fertility, their attempts had all ended in failure.
So what about those "gods" who had chosen to escape? Compared to those who had tried their best to turn the tide, they should have saved more power. Were there still some struggling to survive? If so… his eyes narrowed slightly. Maybe this temple on the island of Drya really had something to do with this kind of existence. The cold voice had said that stealing the power of the temple was blasphemy. Maybe it was true. Previously, he had relied on the power of Demeter's Silver Cup to steal a lot of power from the temple. If there really was a so-called "God" among them, then for those who were already struggling to survive, this was probably an irreconcilable feud. In other words, it was possible that he had inexplicably gained a mythical enemy.
He was slightly startled. But a moment later, he regained his composure. In the original novel, there had been no disturbance on the island of Drya. Even more than a decade after Harry had defeated Voldemort, and his children were in school, he hadn't heard of anything about it. This was enough to prove that according to the original trajectory, the "god" on the island was too weak to cause any trouble. After having so much of its power stolen by him, it might be even closer to extinction. Thinking of this, he even felt a little sorry for it. "Or before it dies out, I could steal a little more of its power. Gods must die, some are heavier than a mountain, some are lighter than a feather. If there were some ashes left for me to grow vegetables and develop Herbology, I would call it… death with honor."
But a moment later, he suppressed the urge in his heart. How to deal with the "god" that may exist in the temple was still a bit far away from him. Now, what lay before him was another, more important matter. Letting out a breath, his gaze fell on a hillside on Sprout Island. This was where the migrating trolls lived. The sun was shining now, and the hillside was a sea of orange. It turned out to be large groups of goldfish spider plants. Under the increasingly large number of trolls, the maturity speed and yield had skyrocketed. At this moment, a batch of newly planted goldfish spider plants had matured. Countless balls of light, like a sea, appeared before his eyes.
His gaze fell on the system panel. [Magical Perception Enhanced], shimmering with a golden luster, with a hint of platinum shining within it. Magical perception had been stuck in his mind for too long. But today, maybe it was time to break through this barrier.
The next moment, he didn't hesitate. He slowly walked towards the hillside. He stretched out a hand. As if inspired, the sea of light surged towards him. In his sight, countless balls of light gathered into a scene like a landslide and tsunami, submerging his entire body. Unprecedentedly dense system prompts appeared like waterfalls.
[You cultivate the goldfish spider plant to maturity.]
[You receive a reward: Magical Perception Enhancement (Black Iron Level)]
…
The effectiveness of the Iron-level reward light balls was reduced to an imperceptible level at the threshold of being promoted to Platinum, coupled with the limitations of his own talent. But at this moment, there were more than a thousand Black Iron-level reward light balls. When they burst out together, they already had the energy to shake the very foundations. On his system panel, the words [Magical Perception Enhancement], the platinum color was spreading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The magical world at the microscopic level was getting closer and closer to him. Magic power kept flowing through his blood. A deafening roar came in his ears. He watched as the platinum color filled the last bit of space, and he also clenched his fists tightly. Towards the shackles that had trapped his magic for so long, he let out a low growl.
"Give me… a break!"
The next moment, on the hillside, the last few goldfish spider plants turned orange-red. The last few bonus light balls came in threes. The gap on the system panel was finally completely filled with platinum color.
[Magical Perception Enhancement (Platinum Level)], promotion!
The barrier that had trapped him for so long… shattered.
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