Was it that wizards discovered more "tricks" of magic?
No.
They still had no wands, and they still did not cast spoken incantations.
From an outside perspective, it looked as though they had gained nothing at all.
So what, exactly, did wizards do that gradually turned magic into something they could control—into the sharpest weapon in their hands?
The answer was order.
An order built within the self.
If a wizard had nothing outwardly remarkable about them, yet could still release powerful ancient magic, then that wizard's force of will had to be extraordinarily strong.
And that will was not the will of anger, nor the will of cruelty.
It was the will of control.
The former had already proven its weakness. If wizards had relied only on rage to unleash unstable magic, then wizardkind might well have ended up ruled by goblins.
So the answer becomes very clear.
It was the latter. It was the wise among wizards who discovered that the power of magic did not lie only in extreme emotion.
It also lay in ordered emotion.
If a wizard could, once, pry loose the power of magic without relying on extreme emotion, then they could do it a second time.
If they could do it a second time, then there would be a third, and a fourth…
And if they could keep succeeding, then they would begin to believe in themselves. And when a wizard firmly believes they can do something, true magic is born.
Wizards established a powerful internal order within themselves, and so the world had to obey the wizard's order.
That was why Ravenclaw could say: wizards are gods.
That explained the earliest origin of wizard magic. To Ravenclaw, this was very easy to understand.
Only now had Sean truly figured it out.
Chaos, Blindness, Order, Wisdom…
The quill scratched across the notebook as it recorded Sean's thoughts.
At the very beginning, magic was obscure, unreliable, working one moment and failing the next. Recalling Ravenclaw's memories, Sean named that earliest era Chaos.
Later, wizards discovered that they could always use magic under certain special conditions—what was now called magical outbursts.
That was the first magical pattern early wizards discovered. Like Harry shattering glass in a burst of anger, or Neville teleporting himself in panic.
At that stage, wizards realized that magic emerged in extreme situations. They blindly pursued extreme emotions in order to release magic… and in Ravenclaw's memories, the wizards of that era were wildly unstable, and died in all sorts of grotesque ways.
So Sean named that period before true civilization Blindness.
Then, more than a thousand years ago, the wise among wizards—perhaps unwilling to remain powder kegs ready to explode, perhaps unwilling to turn into cruel, savage creatures—began studying the rules of magic, and started using it under controlled conditions.
As they gradually learned to control their emotions and their actions, and as successful spellwork gave them positive reinforcement, true magic—magic that wizards could actually command—was born.
During this era, wizards all used magic in accordance with the order within their hearts, and faith began to take shape.
So Sean named that long, difficult stretch of wizarding development Order.
At last, wizards created wands and discovered the external laws of magic—spells.
Wisdom began to shape wizarding power. At this stage, wizards no longer needed the emotional force of the Blindness era. Instead, they could draw the required order directly from accumulated magical history.
Something like: wizards before me could cast magic this way, so I can too…
Wizards no longer needed to build order entirely from within. Instead, the weight of magical history itself made them believe their magic could be realized.
Beyond that, proper incantations that reduced magical resistance, and wands that channeled magical power, gave wizards enormous help. This was the stage where wizarding wisdom truly took shape: they shifted from building inner order to systematically exploring magic itself as a real, existing force.
Ritual magic, faith… all gradually formed within wisdom.
So Sean named this flourishing stage of wizarding magical history Wisdom.
At the very bottom of the parchment, Sean wrote a single uncertain word:
God
And then erased it.
If a wizard believed absolutely in their own magical power, and if everyone else believed in that wizard's power too; if a wizard built a ritual system so profound and overwhelming that it could define reality itself…
Then could that wizard define the whole world?
Would the world be forced to run according to that wizard's will?
Should such a wizard be called… a god…
Shaking his head, Sean forced that line of thought away.
These were only his conclusions, after all. There were surely flaws in them—maybe even serious errors he had not yet noticed.
After all, this was still only his own view.
…
"Astonishing. Truly astonishing. So this is why you came to see me?
Oh, my dear Mr. Green, I can already tell there must be plenty of details you still haven't filled in, am I right?"
Dumbledore held a yellowed sheet of parchment as if it were a treasure map.
He let out a soft exclamation, then looked at Sean with deep satisfaction.
"You think my theory is correct?"
Sean asked curiously.
"Not entirely. Wizarding history is too old—very difficult to verify in full.
But that is exactly what we are meant to do. If you can find enough evidence to support this theory, it may become the most gifted theory in the entire history of magic.
It would be something of immense value—far beyond the historical portions of Bathilda Bagshot's A History of Magic.
And, if I may add quietly…"
Dumbledore blinked kindly.
"I believe it is very likely correct.
But evidence, my dear Mr. Green—you need exact evidence. And it's hidden in the Hogwarts library.
Ah, I've already read most of those books, which is why I can say you are probably right. But you can hardly expect every wizard to be like me, can you?"
Sean nodded, and Dumbledore looked even more pleased.
"Time for afternoon tea. I have always believed sweets improve the mood."
Dumbledore directed a cup of lemon tea, loaded with what looked like a fatal amount of sugar, to float in front of Sean, then watched with interest as the young wizard took out several thick books—apparently, he had already begun the work.
"What are you going to call it?"
Dumbledore asked with a smile.
"Hmm… A Chronology of Wizarding Magic?"
Sean thought for a moment.
"A direct and accurate title."
Dumbledore nodded.
"However, Professor…"
Sean said suddenly,
"I didn't come to see you because of this."
Dumbledore's smile froze for a moment. As if he had expected that, he slowly asked:
"Then it is…"
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