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  Name: Ian Prinbsp;Occupation: Bloodline Sorcerer

  Magic Power: Level 7 (In explosive transition)

  Skills: - [Wisdom Enlighte] (This skill ot be upgraded) - [Potions Mastery (Level 2)]: 23/200 - [Sectumsempra (Level 1)]: 5/100 - [[Adventus Timoris](Arrival Of Fear) (Level 1)]: 18/100 - [Corpse trol Curse (Level 1)]: 2/100 - [Runes Mastery (Level 1)]: 14/100 - [Killing Curse (Level 1)]: 7/100 - [Lumos Charm (Level 2)]: 3/400 ...

  The information dispyed on the panel was clear and cise.

  Beyond the list of spells Ian had learwo signifit ges stood out. Most notably, his Magic Power level had surged.

  "My Magic Power jumped three levels in a single leap!"

  Ian uood the profound impact of ing a legendary apple.

  'The Golden Apple.'

  A mythical fruit celebrated in Greek mythology and tless fairy tales, it possessed the extraordinary ability to directly enhance a wizard's Magic Power!

  Level 7 Magic Power!

  A three-level leap!

  And this was likely not the limit of the Golden Apple's power.

  "Explosive Transition..."

  This cryptic description on the panel hihat the Golden Apple's enha could propel Ian's Magic Power even further.

  The extent of this increase remained uain. Perhaps it will now increase his magic power by one level, perhaps twardless, this was an unpreted boon.

  Most young wizards, after their initial Magic Power surge, experienced gradual increases in Mafic Power with age. Excluding the Elder Wand, a legendary artifaown to few, the wizarding world cked methods to signifitly amplify a wizard's innate Magic Power.

  Even the renowned Philosopher's Stone, a potent and miraculous object, did not enhas user's Magic Power. A wizard's innate Magic Power level essentially determiheir potential.

  Therefore, Ian never anticipated that the so-called Golden Apple could defy this perceived "destiny."

  "No wo's sidered a key ingredient in potions capable of reversing life ah!"

  He began to uand why the Golden Apple had vanished from existence.

  Even if Professor Mara hadn't felled the st Golden Apple tree, such a treasure would likely have disappeared over time. Perhaps it truly became extinct, or perhaps other factors tributed to its demise.

  "Pandero has given me an incredible gift. When I return to the 'Twilight Zone', I must prepare a suitable gift iurn."

  Ia a deep sense of gratitude towards his friend from the 'Twilight Zone'. He picked up his wand, now acutely aware of his heightened Magic Power.

  "Indi..."

  Ian was about to test his newfound power when he remembered his wooden and even his bed was made of wood.

  Wizards in the wizarding world probably weren't well-versed in fireproof paints.

  "This was really a close call!" Ian's thoughts had bee remarkably clear after ing the Golden Apple, likely an effect of the [Wisdom Enlighte] skill.

  This unique skill, the only one he couldn't upgrade, was anift from the Golden Apple. It fostered a state of stant rationality.

  It didn't grant him extraordinary wisdom.

  Instead, it allowed him to better utilize his existing knowledge, preventing him from being swayed by ive emotions in most situations and signifitly improving his learning efficy.

  Perhaps it could be sidered a rudimentary version of [Ravencw's Diadem]. As a passive ability granted by the Golden Apple, this skill proved remarkably beneficial.

  "Lumos!" Ian cast his most frequently used charm.

  A torrent of Magic Power surged into the wand, igniting a brilliant light at its tip. The light expanded rapidly, illuminating the entire in an instant.

  The light was dazzling and it was far more intehan the light that previously illuminated only a single room.

  "No! I o test a more powerful spell!"

  Overwhelmed by this tremendous improvement, Ian's heart pounded. In the middle of the night, ly in his underpants, he slipped out of bed, donned his homemade flip-flops, and rushed outside the .

  The night was still and a profound silence reigned uhe starry sky.

  Ian gripped his wand and poi towards the open ground.

  "Indio!"

  This was the only offensive spell he currently mastered.

  As he eled his magic, a burst of r fmes erupted from the wand tip, surging forth like a tidal wave.

  "Not enough!"

  Ia a sense of ease. He increased the flow of Magic Power into the spell. The fmes danced like a ferocious dragon, rampagih the night sky.

  The firelight illuminated Ian's face, his expression a mixture of excitement and fervor.

  "The magic circuit limits the output of Magic Power. However, if I slightly alter the circuit's structure and add more els fic Power to flow..."

  With his heightened Magic Power, Ian clearly perceived that the [Indio] spell's magic circuit had an upper limit on Magic Power output.

  Driven by excitement ahusiasm, and aided by his clear mind, Ian began carefully experimenting with adding more Magic Power els to the [Indio] spell's magic circuit.

  "The framework of the spell must remain intact, or the Magic Power will simply colpse." After several attempts, the wand tip oed a few feeble bursts of fme, like sputtering fire.

  Ian realized his mistake.

  "Ohe el is established, the spell's framework will iably be promised. This appears to be an insurmountable problem..." Ian tried again, only to meet with failure.

  The bursts of fme sted slightly lohis time, perhaps suitable for a rudimentary firework dispy. But this wasn't the oute he desired.

  "Perhaps..."

  Ian gripped his wand, his mind rag.

  "I shouldn't attempt to add Magic Power els to the existing magic circuit."

  "Perhaps the most stable and fleeting opportunity arises just before the [Indio] spell's magic circuit is fully formed!"

  With this realization, Ian raised his wand again.

  "Indio!"

  The magic circuit stabilized with the aid of the spell.

  And as the spell was about to ma...

  "Now!"

  Ian seized the fleeting opportunity he had perceived.

  "Hiss!"

  The fmes, previously resembling a serpeed with renewed vigor as if doused in gasoline. A tremendous firelight erupted from the tip of the elder wood wand.

  "Boom!"

  It was a sound akin to an explosion!

  The t fmes illumihe entire field, surging in all dires— the scorg heat wave threateo e everything in its path!

  "Oh no!"

  Ian hadn't anticipated such terrifying power.

  He panicked slightly.

  The waves of fire surged and tumbled, threatening to engulf the ferees, and even Snape's .

  "I'm finished!"

  Just as Ian frantically searched for a solution, perhaps summoning a horde of corpses to fetch water to extinguish the fire, a voice filled with awe resohrough the air.

  "Absolutely dazzling, utterly breathtaking. This is truly..." An elderly voice, brimming with admiration, emerged from the cobblestoh as a white-robed old man approached.

  "A dispy of creativity worthy of a grand hall."

  He raised his a wand and gave it a gentle wave.

  And just like that, everything froze.

  The heat, the fmes, the burnih and .

  Everything came to a sudden standstill.

  (End of Chapter)