Gary was powerless; after that energy flowed out, he didn't have an ounce of strength left, and his left hand, wanting to pull out his wand, also wouldn't obey.
He could only watch as the dragon's nerve consumed all the blood that had flowed from him, the red light intensifying, becoming somewhat dazzling.
The tail end of the wand, which had been deeply embedded in Gary's palm, now began to move, slowly pulling itself out, a very bloody and painful process. Fortunately, Gary currently felt no pain, unable to perceive this agony, akin to being cut by a dull knife.
With the dragon's nerve as its heart and the grapevine wood as its flesh, this wand was like a living being.
Gary watched as the tail end of the wand left his palm, then the wand core abruptly quivered, actually spitting out a ball of energy identical to the one in Gary's body, which slowly flowed back into him along the wand.
Gary was fortunate enough to once again experience his body being re-energized. The energy reshaped his flesh and skin, and the deep, bone-revealing wound in his palm was now just a shallow scar.
Only when this energy returned to his heart could Gary move independently. He threw the wand onto the table and began to carefully examine his body.
It was utterly miraculous; his previously sunken chest had returned to normal, and the flesh on his arms had become firm again.
Aside from the wound on his right palm, there was no change to his body.
Gary's gaze shifted back to the wand. It was no longer a deep black, but now had a slight reddish tint.
Gary suspected his blood had dyed the wand red, even though he had watched the wand core consume all of his blood.
This wand now looked a bit eerie, and just looking at it made Gary recall the terrifying scene he had just experienced.
He looked at the window; the glass still had a fist-sized hole, and the stone he had thrown in from outside was still on the table.
The click of the door lock startled Gary, who was staring at the wand. It was completely dark outside, with stars and the moon having taken over the sun's duty.
"Gary! Did Potter break the window again?" He heard his mother's voice at the door, a bit sharp, tinged with a hint of fatigue.
"Yes, Mom, James did it!" Gary shouted, pinning the blame on James, a plan he had prepared that afternoon.
The creaking of the stairs as his mother ascended reached Gary's ears. Just by the sound, he could imagine how tired and weary his mother was at that moment.
Gary had a sudden thought, wondering if he could repair the glass himself without bothering his mother.
Something miraculous happened: the wand lying on the table suddenly floated up, its tip pointing directly at the broken glass.
A white light shot from the wand tip, covering the glass.
One second later, the glass was as good as new, and the wand dropped back onto the table, motionless.
?
What the heck?
Gary's face was a question mark. What was going on?
Just then, the room door opened, and Mrs. Shafik walked in wearing high heels.
It was already dark, so she turned on the light and saw Gary's wand on the table and scattered glass shards, her expression immediately turning serious.
"This isn't funny, Gary." She walked to the table and glanced at the wand. "Didn't the Healers at St. Mungo's tell you not to use magic lightly?"
If Gary's physical condition expended too much magic, it would trigger a negative feedback loop in his body, rapidly generating and replenishing magic. However, his body had no valve, so the magic would continue to grow, and when it reached a point his body could not withstand, it would be expelled to the outside, causing a magical riot.
If this phenomenon was not controlled, it would recur cyclically: after the magical riot drained the magic from his body, the body's negative feedback regulation would restart, and magic would regenerate and recover again.
The Healers at St. Mungo's considered multiple solutions and finally decided to use magic stabilizers to control the upper and lower limits of Gary's magic. Then, by addressing the source—Gary himself—as long as he controlled his magic output, supplemented by the magic stabilizers, the magical riots could be effectively controlled.
Gary thought, "I didn't do this. The wand floated up and moved on its own. What does that have to do with me, Gary?"
Mrs. Shafik looked at Gary, who was hanging his head, thinking he felt guilty. She thought about her only son, who would soon be going to Hogwarts and leaving her side, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Mrs. Shafik felt a pang of guilt. Why couldn't Gary be as innocent and lively as James next door? It was her and her husband's fault for not giving Gary a healthy body; it was their mistake, yet all the negative consequences were placed on Gary.
Mrs. Shafik gently hugged Gary, softly stroking his black hair.
She felt her nose sting and quickly tilted her head back to stop the tears welling in her eyes.
"Come downstairs for dinner, Gary. I even brought back a box of ice cream from Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour." Mrs. Shafik released Gary, her voice slightly trembling.
"Remember to clean up the glass shards in your room before you come out."
Hearing his mother's footsteps gradually fade, Gary immediately rushed to his wand; he wanted to test his idea.
"...Lumos," he silently chanted in his mind. He had long memorized this basic lighting spell.
A small white light instantly appeared at the tip of the wand. Although the room lights were on, it was still dazzling enough.
Gary raised his eyebrows, internally shocked.
Interesting.
He took a deep breath and silently chanted the counter-spell in his mind, and the light at the wand tip immediately vanished.
Gary jumped up excitedly.
He had discovered this new way of casting spells.
This method of casting was different from wandless and nonverbal casting; the latter's output terminal was a part of one's own body, while the former was still the wand.
Moreover, this method did not consume Gary's own magic. He speculated that it might be using the magic the wand had absorbed earlier.
The wand was now essentially another him, capable of casting spells, and doing so nonverbally and without gestures.
Quite powerful.
In a few seconds, Gary thought of hundreds of ways to play with this new function.
He was somewhat eager to experiment.
He didn't plan to cause trouble at home; he had seen his mother's state just now, and he didn't want to make her worry again.
After figuring things out, he cleaned up the glass shards on the table and put the crimson wand back into its wand box.
"Goodbye," he blinked, bidding farewell to the wand lying obediently in its groove.
Then he turned, bouncing like James, and ran downstairs, guessing the flavor of the ice cream his mother had brought back.
"Hopefully raspberry," Gary thought.
He didn't see the blood-red glow emanating from the wand lying in its box the moment he turned away.
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