Na: Ian Prince
Profession: Bloodline Mage
Magic Power: Level 7 (Explosive Growth in Progress)
Skills: [Wisdom Enlightennt (This skill cannot be upgraded)]
[Master of Potions (Level 2): 23/200]
[Sectemsempra (Level 1): 5/100]
[Fear Curse (Level 1): 18/100]
[Imperio (Level 1): 2/100]
[Rune Mastery (Level 1): 14/100]
[Killing Curse (Level 1): 7/100]
[Lighting Spell (Level 2): 3/400]
...
The information presented on the panel is always simple and intuitive.
Besides a series of magic that Ian learned by himself or was taught, the panel showed two changes, the most noticeable being the Magic Level.
"My Magic Level has directly risen three levels!"
Ian fully understood the legendary power.
Golden Apple.
ntioned in Ancient Greek mythology and so fairy tales, this magical fruit surprisingly possesses the powerful effect of directly enhancing a wizard’s magical ability!
Level 7 Magic!
A full leap of three levels!
And it’s possibly not even the limit of the Golden Apple’s gift!
"Explosive Growth in Progress..."
No matter how you look at it, the suffix description on the system panel indicates that the Magic Level enhancent effect of the Golden Apple can still elevate Ian’s Magic Level further.
As for how much higher it can go, that’s currently unknown. Perhaps one level, perhaps two, but regardless, it’s undoubtedly an unimaginable benefit.
Know that.
Most little wizards, after their first burst of magic, only gain so Magic Level increase with age. Apart from the Elder Wand, regarded by most as a legend, the wizarding world has almost never heard of anything that can enhance a wizard’s magic power.
Even the mighty and incredible Magic Stone cannot provide users with an increase in magic power; it can be said a wizard’s innate magic level almost determines the wizard’s future.
In such an environnt.
Ian truly did not expect that the so-called Golden Apple possesses the peculiar ability to change such "predestined fate."
"No wonder it can be the main ingredient to brew magic potions that defy life and death!"
He sowhat understood why the Golden Apple went extinct.
Even if Teacher Mara hadn’t cut down the last Golden Apple Tree, this treasure would have vanished in history. Well, maybe extinct, or perhaps sothing else happened.
"Pandro truly gave an incredible gift; next ti I return to the Misty Illusion Realm, I should prepare a gift he might like as a return."
Ian sincerely appreciated the friend from the Misty Illusion Realm; he picked up the wand placed by the bedside and could feel his magic power more clearly than before.
"Fire..."
Ian wanted to try out what kind of power his current magic held, then suddenly realized that he was in a wooden house.
The bed he slept on was also wooden.
Wizards in the wizarding world might not be particularly aware of fireproof paint?
"So close!" Ian’s thinking beca exceptionally clear after consuming the Golden Apple, which probably belonged to the abilities granted by [Wisdom Enlightennt].
It is the only skill Ian has seen that cannot be upgraded, and also from the Golden Apple’s gift, its effect is to bestow Ian a constant state of rationality.
Indeed.
Not a function that grants Ian extraordinary wisdom.
It rely allows Ian to use the wisdom he already possesses better, preventing negative emotions from influencing him in most situations, and significantly enhancing learning efficiency.
Perhaps it can be considered a low-end version of [Ravenclaw’s Crown]. As a passive ability from the Golden Apple, this skill also displays awe-inspiring effects.
"Fluorescent Flickering!"
Ian switched to a commonly used Magic Spell.
In the next mont.
Accompanied by a torrent-like surge of magic power, the tip of the wand lit up, and the border of light silently extended outward, illuminating the entire quiet wooden house instantly.
Brilliant Light.
Far grander than the light that previously could only illuminate one room.
"No, I must try a more powerful spell!"
Ian was overwheld by the imnse enhancent, got out of bed in his shorts in the middle of the night, slipped on homade flip-flops, and hurried out of the small wooden house.
The night hung low.
Under the starry sky, all was silent.
Ian gripped the wand and aid it at the open ground.
"Incendio!"
This is the only legally controlled offensive spell Ian currently grasps.
With the Spell connecting the magic circuits, a burst of sound, a fiery fla erupted from the top of the wand like a tide.
"Not enough!"
Ian felt ease and flexibility; he increased the output of magic power between the magic circuits. Then, fire tongues danced, raging through the night like a surging dragon.
Firelight illuminated Ian’s face, excitent and ardor marked his expression.
"The magic circuits limit the output, but if I slightly modify the circuit structure, adding pathways where magic can operate..."
Ian, after the explosive growth of magic power, could distinctly feel the [Fire-Making Spell]’s magic circuits had an upper limit for magic output.
Seized by excitent and eagerness, and aided by his clearheaded state, Ian cautiously began trying to add channels for the magic circuits of the [Fire-Making Spell].
"Magic’s frawork cannot be affected in the slightest, or else it would only lead to a collapse of magic." Ian tried repeatedly, the wand’s tip spewed out vomit-like fire.
He grew insightful.
"Whenever a channel is established, the magic frawork will inevitably be disrupted, perhaps this belongs to an unsolvable issue..." Ian attempted again only to harvest failure.
The "vomiting" fire lasted a while, which might be considered decent fireworks to watch. However, this clearly wasn’t the result Ian wanted.
"Perhaps..."
Ian held the wand, his brain racing.
"I shouldn’t consider adding channels at the initial magic circuits."
"Perhaps, at the mont the [Fire-Making Spell] reaches completion, is the most stable yet fleeting opportunity!"
Enlightened!
Ian lifted the wand again.
"Incendio!"
The magic circuits stabilized under the spell’s assistance.
And just as the magic brewed.
"Now!"
Ian grasped the probability he saw.
"Hiss!"
Originally snake-like flas, after the channels expanded, promptly seed like drenched in gasoline, with surging firelight erging from the Elder Wood wand.
"Boom!"
Practically explosive!
The sky-reaching firelight lit the entire field, surging in all directions—scorching heat waves seed to devour every surrounding thing completely!
"Oh no!"
Ian hadn’t anticipated such terrifying force.
He got flustered.
The fiery waves churned, threatening to turn the fence, trees, and the small wooden house Snape arranged for Ian, into ash within the blaze.
"Dood!"
When Ian’s little brain searched for ideas, he could only think of summoning corpses to hurriedly fetch water to extinguish the blaze.
"Magnificent and delightful, this indeed is..." An elderly voice, full of admiration, sounded as a white-robed elder walked from the cobblestone path.
"Palace-level creativity."
He raised the ancient wand in his hand with a gentle wave.
Thus.
As though all activities were forcibly stopped like pressing a button.
Heat, flas, the burning earth and house.
Everything.
Halted.
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