The moon hung high in the sky, casting its glow over the a castle of Hogwarts and the peaceful vilge of Hogsmeade.
"Lumos!"
Bright light dispelled the darkness ihe wooden , illuminating its minimalist furniture. Even the small spider on its web in the er was now clearly visible.
It was atempt at magic practice.
But this time, when the light appeared, it did not fade away like before. Through repeated practid the gradual honing of his skills, Ian had finally begun to grasp the essence of this basic wizarding spell. The light shining from the tip of his wand wasn't the brilliance of the Sun but rather a maion of the light within his own soul.
Yes.
This was the essence of the Lumos Charm.
At least, it was the rudimentary uanding Ian had reached.
"A world driven by will..."
Even though Ian had mentally prepared himself for the uifiature of magic, mastering his first spell still prompted an involuntary sigh of awe.
All magic.
It stemmed from the wizard themselves.
From the power of belief.
This echoed the expnations Ian had once heard about magiow, his own realization aligned closely with such a perspective.
Perhaps.
If Ian could learn enough spells and raise his magical abilities to suffit heights, he might uhe true ins of magid solve the enduring mystery surrounding its iion.
"Still, achieving that is a long journey ahead," Ian murmured, feeling a wave of drowsiness. This fatigue could likely be attributed to his magic power expenditure.
Yet.
It wasn't the clear sense of depletion or redu that one might expect. Ian's magical energy hadn't visibly diminished. Instead, the sensation was akin to the weariness after staying up all night— subtle but undeniable.
Clearly.
A wizard's magic power didn't work like the distinct "mana points" in video games, where there was a clear increase or decrease. The so-called magiption was more accurately described as a temporary "fatigue" of magical vitality.
It felt like a waning of some internal energy that required time ao restore its vibrancy. It was simir to physical exhaustion from exercise, which could be recuperated with proper rest.
"Fortunately, I've already mastered the Lumos Charm. It's te, so I should up a some sleep." The drowsiness brought by this magical fatigue was, in a way, a blessing.
Otherwise.
Given the day's events and the thrill of disc magic, Ian doubted he could get a good night's sleep. It was akin to how kids often struggled to sleep after their first experieh video games.
The "fatigue" of magic power was a natural sedative.
The bedroom was tidy, carrying the faint vender fragrance of freshly repced linens. This saved Iarouble of making the bed. After a quick shower, he slipped uhe covers.
Outside, the sound of flowing streams and croaking frogs created a serene lulby. Despite the magical exhaustion, Ian couldn't resist opening his panel for o look.
That feeling.
It was as if he feared the magic he had learned would somehow disappear while he slept— a childish worry.
Name: Ian PrinceOccupation: Bloodline SorcererMagic Power: Level 4
Skills:[Lumos Charm (Level 1)]: 1/100Language Proficy (Level 4): 743/800Biological Disse (Level 5): 69/1600Free Fighting (Level 3): 86/400Psychology (Level 6): 84/3200
[Psychology Extraordinary Traits: Thought Perception][Biological Disse Extraordinary Traits: Butcher's Instinct]
With the successful upgrade of [Lumos Charm] to Level 1, Ian moved oep closer to awakeniraordinary Traits.
Although having only Level 4 Magic Pht not seem particurly gifted, Ia her dejected nor disappointed. As young wizards grew older, their Magic Power typically increased signifitly.
Magic Power wasn't the issue.
It was the study and application of magic that truly determined a wizard's excellence.
"In that case, the wand seller wasn't wrong. I'm destio bee araordinary wizard," Ian thought, his fidence swelling slightly.
The truth was undeniable.
With su incredibly powerful auxiliary tool, learning magic would always be much easier for Ian. Every increase in skill proficy brought a deeper uanding.
When skills like [Lumos Charm] advanced from Level 0 to 1, Ian experienced profound insights— moments of crity where cepts that once seemed distant and hazy suddenly felt within reach.
This was undeniably araordinary ability, a gift many wizards couldn't even dream of.
For most wizards, mastering a charm involved following the descriptions ibooks, and replig the steps painstakingly derived by previous geions through trial and error.
However.
Ian's approach to uanding and learning magic was fually different.
With each attempt, he gained a clearer grasp of the magiderlying the charm. Strictly speaking, Ian wasn't merely learning the charm; he was uanding the essence of the magic itself.
This was what set Ian apart.
He was studying the method.
In trast, most wizards— even adult ones— only learhe spells.
Take [Lumos Charm], for instance.
Many wizards, even by graduation, still relied entirely oablished methods from their first year without ever advang their uanding of this basic spell.
The rarity of wandless spellcasting for most wizards y precisely in this dependency.
Spells were shortcuts.
By simply reg the corresponding intations, wizards triggered these shortcuts to ect with the magic, gradually being reliant on this method.
To achieve wandless spellcasting, however, one must uand the deeper essence of the magic within the charm.
Perhaps, in earlier times, many wizards sought to uhe truth behind magic. But in the current era, a restless heart wasn't uo Muggles.
Just as Muggles abandoned letters for telephones, wizards abahe tedious pursuit of magic's mysteries for easier methods of casting.
Truth was always the pursuit of the few.
Magic was no exception.
"I wonder how much deeper my uanding o be before I perform magic without a wand…" Holding onto dreams of the future, Ian slowly drifted to sleep.
Tonight.
He chose not to trol his dreams.
As a result.
His dreams were far more vivid and fantastical than usual.
(End of Chapter)
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