Ding!
Congratulations, you have obtained the Extraordinary Trait [Butcher's Instinct].
In the kitchen, just about to end the life of the hen in front of him, Ian's face showed a glimpse of surprise, then he began to examine the trait's effect.
Gaining an Extraordinary Trait signifies that a skill has become refined, having comprehended part of the skill's essence.
Just like the trait in Psychology, Thought Perception.
And the trait from Biological Anatomy, what effect might it have?
Ian checked the trait effect and discovered that this Butcher's Instinct could, when facing any creature, instantly analyze the optimal dissection structure of the opponent.
How to put it, this skill is better than nothing?
Looking at the hen being held.
Ian felt at that moment as if he could see through the chicken's feathers, directly finding the best spot to cut.
Then, with a movement of the blade, there was a "crack" sound.
A hen's life was completely brought to an end.
Even the chefs nearby couldn't help but praise this decisive technique.
"Wow, Ian, your butchering skills are getting better!"
After killing the chicken, Ian.
He then helped cut up the chicken meat, which the chefs had plucked.
With a few swift chops,
the chicken meat was neatly sliced out.
Ian also replied with a smile: "Hehe, I've become much more skilled."
After gaining the Extraordinary Trait of the skill, indeed, there had been a rapid improvement.
These kinds of ordinary skill's Extraordinary Traits are indeed quite amazing, but they're just amazing. Ian couldn't help but anticipate, if he learned magic.
Would the Extraordinary Traits that emerge from magic be even more powerful and wondrous?
Unfortunately, it'll take another half a month before waiting for the owl to buy the study books.
Even until today, Ian still didn't know why Dumbledore wanted to visit the home first.
Is the Wu Orphanage really that charming?
He found himself in the morning at the desk, unable to concentrate on reading.
"Have to wait so long! I really want to learn magic!"
He waited for several days in a row.
Ian just felt like every day passed like a year; that feeling couldn't even be described by the anticipation of waiting for an online purchased airplane cup, it was like knowing the goddess had descended from the sky, but still having to wait for the postal delivery to bring a cover.
"After all, I'm a mature soul."
Ian didn't know how to describe his mood, impatient? Eager? It seemed to mean the same thing.
Actually, it's a kind of excitement akin to discovering a new continent, going from a real world into a magic-filled fantastic world.
Forget about a mature soul; any normal person would uncontrollably want to explore that mysterious magic.
On this day.
Ian decided to skip work.
Even though he was the owner of his own small stall... being an adult means making adult decisions, what's the big deal about a simple Diagon Alley?
This can't stump me?
Ian pocketed his accumulated "fortune," starting to rely on his faint memory of the original book, attempting to find the figure of the [Broken Cauldron Bar] in the vast London.
It was a bar that Muggles simply couldn't see, only wizards could see it, through which he could enter [Diagon Alley], the territory of the wizards.
In the original, Harry Potter entered Diagon Alley just this way.
So, Ian wanted to give it a try too.
But he only knew the name of the bar, not the actual address.
On the street, the crowd surged.
Ian blended into the crowd, having already run through many blocks, yet, looking at the shops on both sides of the street, he couldn't see the bar's figure.
"Ox Head Bar... Jenny's Restaurant, Tomorrow Restaurant, KFC..."
A dazzling array of shops.
None of them were the target Ian was searching for.
Just like the Platform Nine and Three-Quarters in the original book.
The Broken Cauldron Bar was only visible to wizards—logically speaking, Ian should have been able to see it; he knew he just hadn't found the correct location.
"Hmm?"
During his search, Ian suddenly discovered that he seemed to be followed by someone—this immediately made him feel suspicious and uncertain!
Kidnappers?
Organ trading hasn't been that popular these days, has it?
Ian quickened his pace, passing through several corners in succession, also taking the opportunity to look back—there was a person in a black robe whose face could not be seen.
Hmm.
That outfit certainly didn't look like a cosplay of anything.
Dark wizards trafficking little wizards, who knows the reason, surely not because they couldn't have children of their own and wanted a descendant to inherit the Dark Arts.
"I've been targeted!"
Ian's heart tightened.
He was a bit flustered.
Fortunately, he saw the entrance to the subway, quickly sprinting towards it—the person in the black robe stood outside, not following him in.
The other might not dare to use magic in crowded places.
After all.
Abducting little wizards.
And involving the Ministry of Magic regulations.
The intensity of both pursuits could definitely not be the same.
Probably akin to the difference between breaking the law and counter-terrorism?
His heart pounded.
Ian was grateful as he quickly got on the subway, an hour later, he was back at Wu Orphanage.
"Today was really dangerous! The Magic World is indeed quite chaotic!"
In front of the square, eerie entrance of the orphanage, Ian's small, thin figure slowly walked in, unaware of the two shadows watching him from the darkness.
Among them.
Was the man Ian regarded as a "Dark Wizard."
Dumbledore's steady voice softly sounded beside the robed man.
"Isn't it too cautious of you to prevent him from encountering the Magic World in advance?"
The robed man was silent.
Like a statue in the night. His thoughts drifted back to an hour ago, it was he who cast a mysterious spell on Ian, causing Ian not to see the [Broken Cauldron Bar] that was right in front of him. Yes, it turns out, Ian didn't miss the place but couldn't see it due to magical interference.
"Diagon Alley isn't some child's play area, and there are plenty of Dark Wizards moving around; I don't want him to end up like his foolish..."
The robed man's words halted midway, turning his head, his deep eyes gazed at Dumbledore, and after a long silence, a hoarse voice emerged.
"He belongs to Slytherin."
Without saying anything further, after leaving this remark, the robed man instantly activated Apparition, leaving only a breeze and gradually dissipating magic fluctuations behind.
"Wu's Orphans..."
Dumbledore was left alone.
He continued to quietly watch the patchy gate of the orphanage, gazing at the shabby signboard, seeming lost in memory, with a somewhat complicated expression on his face.
"I hope this time, I won't make any more mistakes."
Dumbledore let out a deep sigh.
Turning and blending into the night.
Yet.
His departing silhouette seemed somewhat stooped.