"Mr. John, I'm resigning," Maverick said firmly, handing over his resignatioer to the middle-aged man.
"Maverick Caesar, are you serious?" John ran a hand through his hair, gng between Maverick, who looked a bit embarrassed, and the letter.
"I know this sounds odd, but… I've got some new pns for my future." Maverick shrugged, trying to keep his tone rexed.
"But you just started this m!" John's face showed pure disbelief, as if he couldn't tell if Maverick was joking.
"I know… I'm really sorry, but I have to make this choice." Maverick sounded hesitant, but there ark of excitement in his eyes.
John sighed, clearly taken abad struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright… good luck with whatever you're up to… just, good luck!"
"Thanks!" Maverick replied, turning back to the office to gather his things—not that he had much, si was his first day.
Now, this might seem a bit sudden, so let's rewind a little.
Maverick Caesar, to put it simply, was a lucky guy who got isekai'd. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary guy with an ordinary background, living a fairly uful life. He had just finished high school... well, let's skip the details.
The st thing he remembered assing out after big the Harry Potter films. hing he knew, for reasons he couldn't expin, he woke up as a newborn in Maer, Engnd, in 1970.
In this new life, however, his background was far from average. His mother, Ariel Caesar, was the head editor at a major publishing house, and his father, Michael Caesar, oliti in the British parliament when he was born.
In other words, he was born into a wealthy and iial family.
With such privilege, he didn't feel the o rush into using his knowledge of the future to chase after riches. Instead, he took his time. He first tasked himself with making a name for himself, and with his mother's background, the eai industry was the easiest starting point.
He excelled at every level from primary school raduating high school with top grades. It wasn't anything t about—he was simply repeating what he had already done.
Afterward, he shared his i with his parents, hoping for their support, and they did, without much question.
He joined a London film and television pany as a ma intern, eager to learn the ropes. After gaining experience, he po eventually unch his own business.
He po recreate the "ematic masterpieces" from his memories and partner with his mother's publishing pany, ultimately turning both into industry leaders.
Maverick's first day at John Foster Film and Television pany started smoothly on July 4, 1988. Everything was falling into pce—well, until the most ued event turned all his pns upside down.
Back to the Present
After gathering his few belongings, Maverick left the television pany and headed to the coffee shop on the er. He settled into a window seat with a cup of coffee, appearing calm, as if enjoying a quiet moment. But beh that calm facade, he was fixated on a glowing blue s that only he could see.
That's right! Maverick had just thrown all his ambitious blueprints out the window, all because of this—the legendary system grao all transmigrators. It had appeared on his very first day of work.
Dispyed on the virtual s was his character panel:
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[ Name: Maverick Caesar ]
[ Css: Wizard ]
[ Rank: Mage Apprentice ]
Progression: Novice → Mage Apprentice → Magus → Great Magus → Arch Magus → Warlock → Supreme Magus
[ Magical Energy: 10 + ]
[ Points: 10 ] (Increases by 10 points per day)
[ Extraordinary Characteristic Points: 1 ] (Increases by 1 point per year)
[ Extraordinary Characteristione ]
[ Talents: None ]
[ Spells: None ]
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Staring at the interface, Maverick felt a mix of emotions but quickly set them aside to focus. Judging from his stats, he figured he was at a beginner level, with only 10 points of Magical Energy.
Luckily, his "system" granted him 10 points every day, though he wasn't sure what they were for just yet. Spotting a "+" sigo Magical Energy, he decided to give it a try and tapped it.
To ag, Maverick probably looked ridiculous, waving his fingers in the air. But he didn't care. The momeapped the "+," a surge of energy rushed through him, making him feel both powerful and refreshed, like he'd just finished a workout and followed it with an ice-cold shower.
His Magical Energy went up to 11, but he decided to save the rest of the points for ter. Curious, he focused on the se beled "Extraordinary Characteristics," but nothing else showed up, even after a few clicks and lots of tration.
As far as he could tell, his system retty basie of the usual attributes like strength, stamina, or defehat he might've expected. For now, the only thing he could figure out was that he could raise his Magical Energy daily, though he had no clue what that would actually let him do.
After a while, Maverick's mind was buzzing with ideas. He tried fog on skills he already knew, like driving, programming, and writing, hoping they might appear on the panel. But nothing happened.
'I'll learn more about this system when somethiraordinary happens,' he thought with a sigh.
Still, Maverick couldn't help but feel hopeful. The steady gain of 10 points every day was a f thought.
Then, a realization struck him—this world! For 18 years, he'd lived here without questioning anything, assuming he'd simply been reborn in Britain a few decades earlier. But now, with the sudden appearance of the system, he wasn't so sure.
Was this really just a simple rebirth, or was it a parallel world with hidden powers? Without his cheat, he wouldn't have questio, but the presenagical Energy" made him rethink everything.
He figured it would be better to stay uhe radar until everything was figured out. Thinking ba his impulsive decision earlier, a twinge ret hit him.
In his excitement over the system, he had quit on a whim. It was too te to go bad ask Mr. John for his position; that would be humiliating.
With a thought, he dismissed the character panel and started thinking over his steps.
Lost in thought, Maverick spent hours weighing his options until noon. Still without a clear pn, he ordered a simple bowl of pasta and ate, his mind ing as he sidered his move.
After stepping out of the coffee shop, Maverick's worries faded a little. Watg cars rush by, he felt an odd sense of affe—even for the smell of smoke drifting through the air. And why not? Who wouldn't feel a mix of awe aement after gaining a superpower?
As he strolled dowreet, his eyes drifted over the row of bookstores, one by one, until a strange-looking shop caught his attention. "Wait… what's this?" He stopped, staring at the dark, slightly run-down building in front of him. He gnced around. "Yeah, this is Charing Cross Road. Lots of bookstores on this street," he muttered, looking back at the shop.
Sure enough, tucked between a bookstore and a record store, there was a dark, shabby-looking pce he'd never noticed before. Maverick felt a bit fused. He'd walked down this street tless times—including just this m on his way to work—yet he couldn't remember ever seeing this shop. How did it suddenly appear? Did I miss it before, or…
A thought crossed his mind, but he brushed it off. Theiced the sign with a few letters faded, and suddenly, the words "Leaky Cauldron" popped into his mind. And then, it hit him: Wait… this is THE Leaky Cauldron!
It was the only thing that made sense. After all, at this point in time, the "Harry Potter" series hadn't even been published yet, so there was no way anyone could've created this shop as a ce.
Maverick had ohought about copying the Harry Potter series, but he never imagihe magical world could actually be real. Yet here he was: a "system" had suddenly activated for him today, he'd awakened magical abilities, and now, proof of a hidden magical world was right in front of him.
After taking a closer look, Maverick was sure he wasn't imagining things. There was definitely ara shop in a spot he'd always overlooked. He figured it might be something he could only see now that he had magic. After all, the Leaky Cauldron was supposed to be hidden by spells that kept Muggles from notig it—and only wizards could see it.
Wanting to double-check his theory, he stepped into the bookstore door. "Looking to buy a book, young man?" a man in a browher coat and jeans asked, walking over. His hair arted down the middle, and he looked like he might be the owner. Maverick struck up a versation, pretending to browse, and after a few minutes, he bought a copy of the Encyclopedia Britannica.
"Oh, by the way, do you know what that dark shop door sells?" Maverick asked casually as he was about to leave.
The owner looked puzzled. "A dark shop? What shop are you talking about?"
"Oh, my mistake, sir. Sorry about that," Maverick said, quickly making his exit.
...
Ba the street, Maverick ched his fists iement, thinking, It really is the Leaky Cauldron… and if it is, then I get into Diagon Alley. But along with the excitement, he felt a wave of disappoi. I'm 18 now… There's no way I'll get to enroll at Hogwarts and learn magic properly, he thought, frustrated.
Why couldn't my system have appeared when I was 11? he grumbled to himself. But there was no point is now. His only option was to get into Diagon Alley, find a wand, and stock up on magic books. Since his magic had awakened, self-learning had bee his top priority. But even though he wao rush in, he knew he'd need a solid pn first.
He looked at the Encyclopedia Britanni his hand, a smile creeping onto his face. I just say I'm a wizard studying Muggle life… And I'll need mooo. Galleons, right? And some reason to get a wand and stay in Diagon Alley for a while. Feeling a bit more prepared, Maverick turned and headed home, pnning to e baorrow.
The m, Maverick stood outside the familiar yet mysterious-looking pub, feeling calmer. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the wooden door of the Leaky Cauldron and stepped inside. Immediately, it felt like he'd entered a whole new world, far from the busy street outside.
The bar was dim, with a few tables scattered around, some half-hidden in shadow. Flickering dles on some tables gave just enough light to see the room's details. He noticed a few older men and women in robes—definitely wizards. This is it—the Leaky Cauldrohought, excitement bubbling up. Behind the bar was an old, bald man who looked a bit like a toothless walnut. That's gotta be Tom, the owner.
As Maverick walked in, most of the wizards barely gnced his way, though a few gave him curious looks. Maverick just avoided eye tact. "Hello, young man. Do you need anything?" Maverick was surprised when the old man—probably Tom—spoke first.
"Oh, yes. I was studying a spell retly, and, well, my wand got damaged," Maverick said, trying to sound calm even though he was nervous. "So I o go to Diagon Alley to get a new one." He shrugged casually, using the excuse he'd prepared.
He did his best to look natural, not letting any hint of doubt show. "Is that so?" Tom asked, eyeing him with some suspi, which made Maverick's heart race. But then, whether vinced by Maverick's story or just not wanting to pry, Tom gave a nod aured for him to follow. "Alright, e with me."
Maverick followed Tom through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard. Aside from some weeds and a trash in the er, it looked pretty empty. "t three bricks up from the top of the trash , then two to the right, and tap three times," Tom muttered, pulling out his wand and tapping the wall. As Maverick watched, the bricks began shifting, f a hole that quickly widened into a passageway. Diagon Alley—the heart of the wizarding world—y open before him.
"Be careful with yic experiments ime, young man," Tom said with a final look.
"Yes, sir, I will," Maverick replied with a smile, giving a little nod. He stepped officially into Diagon Alley. Turning back, he saw the entrance close again, repced by a solid brick wall. Incredible, he thought, barely taining his awe.
The streets ahead were bustling with people—shopping, chatting, going about their day. With students prepping fwarts, the whole alley was alive with energy. Owl shops, broom stores, and shops filled with strange silverware lihe streets. Even though he'd prepared himself for this moment, Maverick was pletely captivated.
This is really the wizarding world! he thought, an exaggerated smile spreading across his face. But he quickly reined in his excitement; he'd o exge some money first if he wao buy anything. Following the crowd, he found himself outside a striking white building. This must be Gringotts—the wizarding bank.
Inside, goblins were hard at work behind tall ters, each absorbed iasks. Maverick approached one and said, "Hello, I'd like to exge some pounds falleons," pulling out ten 100-pound notes.
The goblin gave him a skeptical look. "You're not from around here, are you?" Maverick tensed up, doing his best to stay calm.
"Uh, well, I've been living in Muggle society, doing research—" Maverick began, but the goblin cut him off.
"I don't need your life story," the goblin said with a scowl. "Muggle-borns exge up to 50 Galleons at a rate of five pounds per Galleon, once per month. That's basiowledge," he sneered.
Great, Maverick thought. "Right. I've been away for a while…" he started to expin, but the goblin interrupted him again.
"I don't care," the goblin replied impatiently. "That'll be 250 pounds." He took three of Maverick's 100-pound notes, handed back the remaining 700 pounds, and tossed a small pouch of 50 Galleons at him.
Maverick decided not tue over the leftover 50 pounds. He had more than just cash to exge. Knowing there might be restris, he'd alsht a solid gold piece as backup. "Anything else?" the goblin asked, eyeing him suspiciously as he stayed by the ter.
"Yes," Maverick replied, pulling a small gold trapezoid from his bag, weighing about 200 grams.
The goblin's demeanor instantly shifted, his irritation turning to a glimmer of i. "198 grams… or seven ounces of 99% pure gold. How much for this?" Maverick asked.
The goblin snatched the gold and ied it with a small magnifying tool. "Where did you get this?" he asked, eyeing Maverick with suspi and greed.
"It's mine. My Muggle family is well-off," Maverick said smoothly, giving just enough detail to satisfy the goblin's curiosity.
The goblin and Maverick locked eyes for a moment, each sizing up the other. Finally, Maverick sighed, showing a hint of impatience. "Give it back. I always sell it somewhere else if this isn't—"
"Three thousand Galleons!" the goblin interrupted, startling Maverick. Three thousand? he thought, caught off guard.
He quickly recovered, ready to push for the highest price possible. "Five thousand. Not a Galleon less," he said firmly.
"Deal!" the goblin agreed instantly, surprising Maverick again.
The goblin tossed another small, ented bag at Maverick, this one also filled with Galleons. Maybe my info was wrong, or these goblins are even greedier than I thought, Maverick sidered, realizing he might have miscalcuted. Either way, he now had 5,050 Galleons—a huge sum for a new wizard.
Without a word, Maverick turned a Gringotts, feeling both aplished and ready to start his journey.
...
After exging his money, Maverick's stop was getting a wand. For any wizard, a wand is pretty much everything. Without it, you're almost helpless.
Sure, powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort could cast spells without a wand, but that's a whole different level of magic.
The fact that there's a specific spell just to disarm wands shows how crucial they are. So, he pushed through the crowd, knowing he'd have to get one, no matter the cost.
As he walked, Maverick passed bookstores, joke shops, owl shops, Madam Malkin's for robes, and even a Quidditch supply store. However, he remained focused, knowily where he o go: Ollivander's Wand Shop.
He remembered this shop vividly, one of the oldest in the wizarding world, where young wizards like Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had e to get their wands.
But a sense of worry settled over him. He recalled that the shop owner, Ollivander, was known for his sharp memory—and that could pose a problem.
Maverick sidered making up a story about his wand breaking while he ractig a spell. He knew Muggle-borns like Hermione didn't have the same issue, but since he'd supposedly been living "abroad" for years, it'd make sense he didn't buy a wand locally and instead came to Ollivahe wand master, in London.
As he thought about this, he started w about wands in general, especially if they had a "trace." From what he remembered, wizards under seventeen had a trace, which let the Ministry detect magic around them. But it only worked when no adults were nearby, so it was uhe trace was on the wand itself. Maverick guessed it was more like a raector. Either way, he didn't care much—he was already eighteen.
Ollivander's Wand Shop was small and a little shabby. The sign on the door eeling, but it still read, "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC."
Maverick pushed open the door and stepped into the quiet, somewhat messy store. Boxes were stacked from floor to ceiling, each likely holding a wand.
"Good m!" A voiapped him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see an elderly man with silvery eyes and gray hair. It was Ollivander himself.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Ollivander. I'd like to buy a new wand—my old one broke," Maverick said, managing a friendly smile.
Ollivander narrowed his eyes, studying him. "As far as I recall, you haven't bought a wand from me before."
"Ah, yes, that's true, Mr. Ollivander. I've been studying in the Muggle world for a while, and my wand broke while I was trying to block a spell. So I thought I'd e here for a quality wand," Maverick expined, using the ce to ftter Ollivander's reputation.
Ollivander's expression softened. "Ah, I see! Well, you've e to the right pce," he said with pride. Then, he walked over to a shelf, picked a box, and ha to Maverick. "Here, try this one. Ash wood, uni hair, 12 inches."
Maverick was a bit thrown off. He'd expected Ollivao measure him or ask more questions. But he shook it off, took the wand, and held it in his right hand. Suddenly, a soft breeze seemed to fill the shop, and a strange, joyful feeling washed over him.
The wa right, almost like it was being part of him. Eveiny bit of magical energy he had seemed to react.
"Ah, yes! First try… very rare," Ollivander said, clearly pleased.
Maverick took a deep breath, realizing he'd found his mat the first try. Just then, a s fshed in his mind, showing a prompt:
[ Item: Magid ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristic: Casting ]
[ Grade: Excellent ]
[ Do you want to use oraordinary Characteristic Point to replicate it? ]
Two buttons beled "Yes" and "No" appeared below this text.
But Maverick didn't have time to think it over now. He put the wand away and asked, "Mr. Ollivander, how much is it?"
"Seven Galleons," Ollivander replied, a fair price. Maverick, recalling from before, k was the usual cost. He paid a Ollivander's, excited to explore this new system fun but focused oing his supplies first.
First, he went to a robe shop and got a good set of robes. Then, he visited Flourish and Blotts, where he bought every Standard Spellbook avaible, from begio advanced.
He also picked up Transfiguration guides and Magic Theory books. Thankfully, he found bags ented with extension charms, making it easy to carry everything.
After all that shopping, he still had over 4,500 Galleo. Si was his first time shopping in Diagon Alley, he didn't want to buy unnecessary items like cauldrons, scales, or random magical tools.
He went back to the Leaky Cauldron, pnning to stay for a while. With all the stuff he'd bought, he couldn't risk drawing attention or using magi the Muggle world—the sequences could be serious.
Maverick booked a tiny, 15-square-meter room at the Leaky Cauldron for a few weeks. There was a worn table by the bed, and each er had a dle lit, giving the dim spae det light.
Even though the room was a bit shabby, it was er and more fortable than he expected. With all the chaos in the lobby, where wizards looked a little disheveled, he didn't think the guest rooms would be this nice.
After dropping all his purchases oable, Maverick picked up the wand again. Instantly, a transparent panel appeared in front of him, showing the same message as before:
[ Discovered araordinary Characteristic: Casting ]
[ Grade: Excellent ]
[ Do you want to use oraordinary Characteristic Point to replicate it? ]
Maverick took a deep breath and clicked the "Yes" button with his mind. Nothing seemed to happen with the wand in his hand, but the pop-up disappeared, and the character panel ged slightly:
[ Name: Maverick Caesar ]
[ Css: Wizard ]
[ Rank: Mage Apprentice ]
[ Magical Energy: 11 + ]
[ Points: 9 ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristic Points: 0 ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristics: Excellent grade spellcasting (unfused) ]
Note: Extraordinary Characteristics Grade: Basic > Excellent > Mythical
[ Talents: None ]
[ Spells: None ]
Maverick was surprised by the ges in the panel. It was clear he had used his oraordinary Characteristic Point to replicate the wand's excellent spellcasting ability. The "unfused" note meant he e that ability with himself. The wa like aension of his own hand, which suggested it erfect match, just as Ollivander said.
But what did "fusion" mean? Maverick focused on the unfused spellcasting characteristi the panel. Suddenly, a new pop-up appeared:
[ Would you like to fuse the Extraordinary Characteristic: Excellent Grade Spellcasting? ]
[ Yes ] [ No ]
After taking another deep breath, he decided te.
[Yes]
As soon as he made that choice, a tingliion shot through his fingers. It took about five minutes for the feeling to fade pletely.
At this moment, Maverick felt as though his firuly embodied the sensation of holding his magid, capable of replig it entirely.
He g the extraordinary characteristics se of his panel and noticed a ge:
[ Extraordinary Characteristics: Excellent grade spellcasting ]
The "unfused" note was gone, and he felt a new e to the wand in his hands. However, Maverick still didn't know the differeween casting spells with a wand and without one since he hadn't learned any spells yet. So, his goal was to learn some spells—at least to firm the feeling he had now.
Maverick preferred to keep a low profile, treating this newfound ability as his trump card while using the wand to maintain his disguise.
He also had another : What did Magical Energy mean, and how was it ected to his rank?
Acc to the panel, he was noprentice Mage, which was one rank above Novice. Did that mean wizards with less than 10 Magical Energy were sidered Novices? What about young wizards like Harry Potter and Hermione Granger when they first started school? And how would professors rank in terms of Magical Energy?
The more he analyzed the pahe more questions popped into his head. He didn't remember any ranking system fical power from the "Harry Potter" series. It only mentiohat young wizards' magical power would grow with age after awakening or during a "Magic Riot," and that it would keep increasing until adulthood.
It was now July 1988, and soon it would be time for this year's young wizards to enter school. But Harry, Hermione, and Ron wouldn't start for ahree years. This meant Maverick had over three years to learn before the plot officially kicked off.
His best bet was to stay away from Hogwarts, the ter of it all, and develop his skills quietly.
Still, some books needed fwarts courses weren't avaible at Flourish and Blotts. For instance, Maverick was eager to learn advanced spatial magic like the Uable Extension Charm and Apparition. Those seemed to be only taught at Hogwarts or other schools.
He was also drawn to the Hogwarts library. So, applying for a teag position at Hogwarts before Voldemort's return seemed like a smart move.
If he could leave after Voldemort came back, he'd hide away. If not, he'd use those years to get as strong as possible so he wouldn't be scared of Voldemort. With his powerful system bag him up, Maverick felt more fident knowing he had a few years to prepare.
Right now, his level wasn't high enough to apply for a job at Hogwarts, so he po study hard for a year, take his OWLs as at some school abroad, a a teag position before Harry Potter and his friends started.
Since he gained 10 points every day, Maverick was sure he'd level up faster than anyone else.
After all, if Gilderoy Lockhart, a notorious fraud, could bee a professor, then surely he could too.
"I o think carefully about rofessor position to go for…" he mused, sidering his options for the future.
After some food, Maverick dove into his studies a at it until evening. He finally closed the book Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling a out a sigh of relief.
Now he had a det grasp of the magi this world. By paring his memories from his past life with what he learned in the book, he figured out that for wizards to successfully cast spells, it wasn't just about waving their wands or having the right emotions; there was another key element: "Magical Energy."
He was 99% sure that the "Magical Energy" mentioned in his system panel was the same as the energy he read about.
This realization helped Maveriderstand why many adult wizards struggled to cast advanced spells effectively. Even if they khe spell ahe right emotions, the actual spell output depended on how much Magical Energy they had.
Finners, all three elements—intation or wand movement, Magical Energy, aion—were crucial for casting a spell.
But experts like Dumbledore or Voldemort could skip the intation or wand movement, relying solely on their emotions and magical energy. For them, the wand movements and spells felt instinctive, deeply ingrained in their subscious.
The role of emotions was especially important for spells like the Unfivable Curses and the Patronus Charm. To cast an Unfivable Curse, a wizard o summon intense malice toward their target—enough to actually kill them. Only then could the curse's true power e out.
On the flip side, the Patronus Charm required very positive emotions. When young wizards learn this spell, they're asked to think about their happiest memories because that's the best way to tap into those positive feelings.
Apprentice Mages could cast both kinds of spells, siion acted as the catalyst. But ultimately, if a wizard didn't have enough Magical Energy, well, as Astor Moody would say, they could just end up with a nosebleed.
Of course, these were just Maverick's logical guesses based on the book he read and his memories. He could only firm them ter.
Setting aside Magical Theory, Maverick picked up Standard Spells: Elementary to tinue his studies. As a plete beginner, he had to start with the basics.
He turo the first page, calmed himself, and took out his wand. Closing the book, he set it aside oable.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Maverick said, waving his wand at the book.
To his surprise, the book slowly floated up as he moved his wand.
'First try? Am I a genius or what?' he thought, feeling pretty pleased with himself.
Afterward, he set down his wand aed the intation, this time pointing his fi the book. No surprise here: the spell worked just as well.
With two successful attempts under his belt, Maverick couldn't help but grin. This meant he really was a wizard now!
At that moment, the system panel popped up again, showing him some new info. o "Spells," the "Levitation Charm" appeared, along with his proficy level in it.
Eveer, just like the "Magical Energy" indicator, there was a (+) sigo it, suggesting he could i his points to boost his spell proficy.
[ Name: Maverick Caeser ]
[ Css: Wizard ]
[ Rank: Mage Apprentice ]
[ Magical Energy: 11+ ]
[ Points: 19 ](Increases by 10 points per day)
[ Extraordinary Characteristic Points: 0 ] (Increases by 1 point per year)
[ Extraordinary Characteristics: Excellent grade spellcasting ]
[ Talent: None ]
[ Spells: Levitation Charm (Beginner +) ]
He focused on the (+) sigo the Levitation Charm, and sure enough, another pop-up panel appeared.
[ Spend 10 points to increase the proficy of spell "Levitation Charm"? ]
Note:
Spell proficy promotion:
Beginner — Intermediate (10 Points)
Intermediate — Advanced (100 Points)
Advanced — Master (1000 Points)
Master — Ultimate (5000 Points)
Talent proficy promotion:
Beginner — Intermediate (10 Points)
Intermediate — Advanced (100 Points)
Advanced — Master (5000 Points)
Master — Ultimate (10000 Points)
[ Proficy also increase through practice, but the points required to advance levels stay the same. If proficy improves with practiough to meet the system's standards, it will update and show the new level. ]
'Hmm... I should note downsome of this.'
[ Spend 10 points to increase the proficy of spell "Levitation Charm"? ]
[YES] [NO]
Without thinking twice, Maverick hit "YES," and a rush of information and muscle memory flowed through him.
It didn't feel unfortable at all. Instead, it was like recalling something from his past life, like skills he already had—like swimming or speaking a nguage. He just knew he could do it.
The sensation sted only a few seds before fading away. To test his newfound knowledge, he waved his wand while saying, "Wingardium Leviosa."
This time, the book floated up with much more speed and smoothhan during his first attempt.
Maverick then g the Magical Energy indicator and frowned. It still showed 11.
He tried casting the spell again while watg the virtual s, but the value didn't ge. He repeated the a several times, but still nothing.
Practig the spell didn't affect his Magical Energy at all; it was like it wasn't used up.
Maverick plopped back down on the bed, thinking it over. 'That's right! In this world, it seems wizards don't actually use up their "Magic" when they cast spells. It's more like a workout. Sure, it makes you tired, but you're really just burning stamina, not magical energy.'
He dug into his memories from the Harry Potter series and the Fantastic Beasts movies. He couldn't recall a siime a wizard ran out of magic. But it made sense; anyone who focuses on something for hours is bound to feel tired eventually.
So, Maverick added aask to his list: he o firm whether wizards used their Magical Energy or something else when casting spells.
Then ahought popped up, making his curiosity spike.
'If casting a spell doesn't use up Magical Energy, then what decides who's more powerful? Is it the number of spells they know, their Magical Energy, or both?'
Acc to the Magical Theory book, wizards were ranked from Noviage Apprehen Magus, Great Magus, Arch Magus, Warlock, and finally Supreme Magus.
That was clearly different from the magical world in the movies he remembered. There was never aion of wizard rankings or csses. Did J.K. Rowling just simplify it too much?
Back to the topic, his system also showed wizard rankings just like the theory book he had just read. But it didn't expin why; it just said that higher ranks meant more powerful wizards.
So, Maverick decided he o find answers. That way, he could make the best use of the points he earned daily and level up as quickly and effitly as possible.
'Let's take it easy. I still have three years before the plot kicks off...' he reminded himself.
'Today, I'll try to figure out what gets used up when casting spells. Even if it is magic, the w of servation of energy still applies, right? Probably...'
After p for a few minutes, Maverick stood up and faced the bed in his room.
He paced bad forth a few times before squatting down and grabbing the wooden pnks.
Using only his physical strength, he tried to lift the bed, only to nearly let out a fart when he released it.
The bed only lifted slightly—about five timeters—from the side he gripped.
'Super heavy.'
After taking a mio catch his breath, he tried using magic. Standing about three feet away from the bed, he pointed his wand and focused on the Levitation Charm to lift the whole thing.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Immediately, he felt a wave of heaviness wash over him, while the bed very slowly lifted. It only went up about teimeters, but at least it was the entire bed this time, not just one side.
He felt like he could keep the bed levitated for at least half a minute before the heaviness made him really tired.
Sure enough, when nearly a minute had passed, he slowly set the bed down, feeling the fatigue catch up with him.
Taking a deep breath, he checked for any ges, and as he guessed, there was no ge in the Magical Energy unit.
From this, he firmed that casting the spell didn't use his Magical Energy; it was something more logical: his stamina!
Once agai ready to repeat the experiment, but this time he added nine points to his Magical Energy, bringing the total to 20.
A feeling of fort washed over him, and his fatigue faded quickly—in just five minutes.
Another important poied from the st experiment was that he could use points to recover from fatigue faster.
However, that seemed really ineffit—using points just for that—so he quickly dismissed the idea.
He tried lifting the bed by hand again, like st time, and noticed it felt a bit lighter. Before, he could only lift it about five timeters, but now he could manage about ten. It wasn't a huge height, but it was definitely a noticeable difference.
After taking another quick break to make sure he was fully rested, he repeated the process using magic. This time, the bed rose much higher—at least twice as high as before. The heaviness he felt was still there, but it was much less intehan it had been earlier.
After about a minute and a half, he gently set the bed back down.
"Haha…" Maverick chuckled to himself, feeling satisfied.
He could finally firm what his Magical Energy represented: it was basically power. The more Magical Energy he had, the stronger his body—and his spells—would be.
Feeling relieved by this realization, he remembered that his system automatically accumuted ten points every day. He could use these points to either boost his spell proficy or increase his Magical Energy. This meant his overall strength would grow every day.
Maybe it wouldn't be long before he could take on Grindelwald and kiort's—
Cough
Six months had passed since Maverick started learning magic.
The past half-year had been incredibly fulfilling for him. Now, after spending all that time in the wizarding world, he felt sure no one would mistake him for a beginner.
He'd learons about the wizarding world, its history, and so much more. From what he'd picked up, he was certain that the world he onew and the one he was noart of were ly the same.
Acc to A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot, the wizarding world didn't just revolve around Britain. Every try had its own magiique spells, and mystical alchemy.
And evil wizards weren't just a British problem. They showed up in other pces, especially in Europe, Russia, a, Japan, and even the Uates.
The most ret infamous wizard seemed to match what he remembered: Gellert Grindelwald. But something was off—apparently, Grindelwald had teamed up with a very familiar terrorist group from Maverick's memory.
Even his downfall was different from what Maverick remembered. Dumbledore, who defeated him, supposedly got help from a Muggle iional agenroup Maverick reized from his previous life.
Both Muggles and wizards fought, and the whole thing was on a much rger scale than what was shown in the Fantastic Beasts movies. But in the end, the good guys won.
The Iional Statute of Wizarding Secrecy also wasly how Maverick remembered it.
In one of Bagshot's other books, he read that the Statute was first signed in 1689 and put in pce by 1692, just like in the Harry Potter stories. But in this world, there was a key differehe statute had been revised in 1957, a few years after World War II. The book specifically called it World War, not Wizarding World War.
During the war, the wizarding world had been exposed quite a bit, so Muggle and magical govers made secret agreements to keep each other in check.
This meant that high-ranking Muggle officials actually knew about magid wizards living among them. With the chaos of the war and the limited teology at the time, the two sides were able to keep the magical world hidden from the general public.
But Maverick was still curious: if the wizarding world had already been exposed, why not just introduce it to everyone?
The answer in Bagshot's book was vague and, frankly, suspicious. There were ails about what was discussed between the Muggle and magical leaders. All it said was that both sides agreed to keep magic hidden.
And this new secrecy w seemed both stricter and more lehan in J.K. Rowling's stories.
For instance, wizards couldn't just mess with a Muggle's memory even if they found out about magic. They'd have to gh specific Muggle gover departments that dealt with, well, "extraordinary matters."
The Obliviate spell, along with other memory-modifying spells, was now ranked "EX" and strictly trolled. Only witches and wizards with special lises were allowed to use it.
Maverick had also read about spell ranks in another book. "EX" spells were the most restricted, reserved only fhly trained wizards.
Iingly, wizards could now work within Muggle govers, but only in special departments that hahe supernatural.
Many tries' govers had such departments now, making cooperatioween Muggle and Magical societies more on.
Every try noowerful wizards ranked higher in their armies. They shouldn't be as strong as Dumbledore, but still, pretty darn good.
The wizarding world wasn't as out-of-touch with Muggle teology anymore.
Ahing that stood out was the power hierarchy among wizards.
Dumbledore was still sidered a powerhouse, but opinions on his rank varied—some saw him as "Warlock" rank, while others thought he -tier "Arch-Magus."
Arch-Magus were incredibly rare, with only seven known to exist in the world today. Warlocks, however, were even more legendary, with just eight recorded throughout history. Yet, none appeared to be alive in the present day, as the books he read hi their fate with ambiguous references.
Then there were Great Magus, another powerful rank with less than 100 wizards alive worldwide.
The differen power between a Great Magus and an Arch Magus was immense. A Great Magus could level a small town if they went all out, but an Arch Magus could achieve the same destru with far less effort, using only a few measured gestures.
So, any Witch or Wizard who's bee a Great Magus gets some atus from their gover. But if they're up to no good, the wizard govers e down on them hard.
This was especially highlighted and became w after a lunatiamed Voldemort—a ret Arch Magus—caused havo the UK about a decade ago.
However, due to some inexplicable reason,—o clearly mentioned in any of the books he had bought, —the evil wizard had parished in the hands of a newborn.
Afterward, his followers were hunted dout on trial.
Of course, corruption is something that no world is safe from. Some, rid powerful people ected to Voldemort did escaped punishment, and Bagshot didn't hold baentioning this iest book.
Sinort's fall, evil wizards followed an unspoken rule: no killing Muggles in public or revealing magic to the world.
Breaking this rule didn't just attract the British magical authorities but alsht iernational federation of Wizards and even special Muggle gover ageogether, they'd hunt down any threat, magical or not.
But enough of the history lesson! Maverick hadn't just studied history these past six months—he'd added plenty of powerful spells to his colle, too.
Learning new spells had gone pretty smoothly for Maverick.
He had already picked up nearly all the spells that Hogwarts would typically teach over seven years.
Now, you might wonder, how did he do that so fast? Well, it turned out that just learning the basic version of each spell wasn't all that hard.
Some spells showed up on his system panel even when he didn't get them quite right.
For instahe first time he tried the "Lumos" charm, the tip of his wand only gave a tiny flicker of light, barely visible. But the system immediately reized it, marking him as having basiowledge of the spell.
He figured that as long as he got the general idea of a spell, the system would add it to his list.
Excited, he jumped straight from "Lumos" to the "Patronus" charm, which was famously tricky—an iionally reized "A Rank" spell.
He tried to cast it, summoning happy thoughts from both his current life and his previous one. But...nothing. The system didn't even aowledge his attempt.
Two weeks ago, after he had learned a ton of other spells, he decided tain. It took him a whole week of trial and error to finally get the spell tister as beginner level. But that was all he he system could work its magi there.
Despite all his experimenting, he still couldn't figure out exactly how the system decided when he'd "learned" a spell at the beginner level. Some spells got listed instantly, while others took him days or even weeks.
Thankfully, more than 90% of the spells from first to seventh-year Hogwarts books were quick for him to grasp. Ohey were listed, he could just use his cheat to boost their levels.
With over 1800 points, he leveled up some spells to advanced a most of the rest at intermediate.
And that's how he got through almost all the spells listed in the Hogwarts curriculum, learning nearly every one of them.
Of course, there were way more spells out there than just the ones in school books—daily-use spells for ing and lighting, plus loads of bat and defense spells. No way he could learhing in just six months.
Still, he retty pleased with what he'd mao aplish in that time.
[ Name: Maverick Caesar ]
[ Css: Wizard ]
[ Rank: Mage Apprentice ]
[ Magical Energy: 41+ ]
[ Points: 182 ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristic Points: 0 ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristics: Excellent-grade spellcasting ]
[ Talent: ]
[ Transfiguration (Advanced +) ]
[ Potions (Beginner +) ]
[ Alchemy (Beginner +) ]
[ Spells: ]
Flipendo (Advanced +)
Bombarda (Advanced +)
Expelliarmus (Advanced +)
Protego (Advanced +)
Finite Intatem: General ter-Spell (Advanced +)
Petrificus Totalus (Advanced +)
Stupefy (Advanced +)
Patronus Charm (Advanced +)
Episkey (Healing) (Advanced +)
Reparo (Advanced +)
Revelio (Advanced +)
Disillusio (Advanced +)
Wingardium Leviosa (Advanced +)
Desdo (Intermediate +)
Depulso (Intermediate +)
Flipendo Maxima (Intermediate +)
Bombarda Maxima (Intermediate +)
fringo (Intermediate +)
Diffindo (Intermediate +)
Indio (Intermediate +)
Carpe Retractum: Seize and Pull Charm (Intermediate +)
fusion Hex (Intermediate +)
Riddikulus (Intermediate +)
Protego Maxima (Intermediate +)
Protego horribilis: Powerful Shield (Intermediate +)
Bubble-Head Charm (Intermediate +)
Gcius (Intermediate +)
Arresto Momentum (Intermediate +)
Reverte (Intermediate +)
Repello Muggletum (Intermediate +)
Lumos (Intermediate +)
Levioso (Intermediate +)
Accio (Intermediate +)
Alohomora (Intermediate +)
Appare Vestigium: Trag Spell (Intermediate +)
Engio: Engement Charm (Intermediate +)
Fgrate: Writes in midair with firey marks (Intermediate +)
Homonculous Charm: Trag (Intermediate +)
Maverick's focus than shifted to what he had pnned as his main task for today. There, on the virtual s, he see the number 41, indig is Magical Energy. However, this "41" unit did not e about from him adding points using the system.
During the past six months he has done a number of experiments with magid the Magical Energy index could be said to be the highlight of all of it.
He had first assumed that his super power, ic, could only be maniputed using the system. He had accepted the fact that he was, what you would call a systematic Wizard. That was until oneday, after pushing his levitating skill to the limit, he found that his Magical Energy had increased by one unit.
Thus, he repeated the same settings the following day as well, holding the bed levitated using the spell for as long as he could, and sure enough, he found that this kind of exercise could indeed increase his Magical Energy.
Theested the limits by repeating the same sario multiple times a day to see if it would work, but the result showed otherwise.
He dedicated a week only for this experiment,—without studying spells or reading things reted to the magical world,—and what he found out was that his Magical Energy did go up.
But it was very insistent. Sometimes, after the exercise, it would increase by one point, and sometimes there was no ge at all.
So he cluded that he could, infact, increase his Magical Energy by what he call, "Magical Workout", and not just from the system points.
But the "Magical Workout" was too time ing for him at the moment as it takes several cycles of usiation charm, holding aing and holding aing, for him to get one unit increase. Usually it takes an hour, sometimes more, so he stopped doing the exercise regurly. Because for him, these three years were crucial, and he wao amass as muowledge as possible.
So increase from 20 to 41 units was him occasionally doing the Magical Workout exercise during the past six months.
Moreover, he further affirmed his previous clusion,—back when his Magical Energy ushed from 11 units to 20 units using system points,—that his overall physical fitness would also increase with his Magical Energy.
And it wasn't only his physical strength, but endurand even his nerve rea ability also saw an increase. These were all tested by experimenting with himself during the past six months using various magical and stific ways.
This, however,does not mean that he had became some kind of super soldier. It was only a small increase, like him being able to effortlessly lift 60 kilograms while before it was 50 kilograms.
Now, his main objective for today was simply to give him a boost in Magical Energy, and to see whether the remaining 180 units of Magical Energy could make him cross to the rank.
The system has not showed any helpful pop-ups regarding this, as he had tried iing with it using multiple ways.
But he thinks that the system would eventually dispy the corresponding Magical Energy units for each rank because previously,—when his spell's proficy level got increased, or when it dispyed the Extraordinary Characteristic of his wand,—when something happened for the first time, the system showed additional information.
Looking at the virtual s, Maverick focused on the Magical Energy and the + sigo it. Taking a deep breath, he slowly, about once every five seds, clicked the sign.
The feeling of euforia filled his muscles and bones food five minutes as each time his Magical Energy was systematically increased. That long fotten feeling of fullness and satisfa enveloped him, until the system dispyed a long message pop-up, after he clicked to raise the Magical Energy value from 99 to 100.
...
[ A rank increase of a Wizard would cause a magical riot. ]
Note:
Noviage Apprentice:Minical fluctuations. Barely noticible by any living being. Does not effect physical matter. 9+1 unit of Magical Energy required to cross rank.
Mage Appreo Magus:Small magical fluctuations. Only noticeable by same her rank wizards. Range: 10 meters radius.Does not effect physical matter. 99+1 unit of Magical Energy required to cross rank.
Magus to Great Magus: Dense magical energy fluctuations expected. Range: 500 meters radius.Noticeable by all living beings in close perimeter. Dangerous to novice wizards in close perimeter. 2,999+1 unit of Magical Energy required to cross rank.
Great Magus to Arch Magus:Dense, heavy magical fluctuations expected to spread for a wide area. Range: 15 kilometer radius.ges to the natural phenomenon within the proximity expected. Noticeable by all living beings in the perimeter. Dangerous to any living being below the Arch Magus rank.9,999+1 unit of Magical Energy required to cross rank.
Arch Magus to Warlock:Dense, heavy magical fluctuations expected to spread for a wide area. Range: 100 kilometer radius.Extream ges to the natural phenomenon within the proximity expected. Noticeable by all living beings in the perimeter.Dangerous to any living being below the Warlock rank.49,999+1 unit of Magical Energy required to cross rank.
Warlock to Supreme Magus: ?????
...
Maverick went through the notification very carefully. Unlike before, this time he even made notes as it was quite long, and very useful information.
Acc to the system, his breakthrough to Magus should not cause any disturbances, however, just to be on the safe side, he dicided to postpo for midnight.
He once again reviewed the information and remembered some key points he had read the past few months.
Students who freshly graduate from wizarding schools are usually still at the Magic Apprentice level. Only when they grow a bit older do most of them cross their rank.
There would always be geniuses and these are the Witches and Wizards who make their breakthrough to a Magus during their teens.
Moreover, the breakthrough, or crossing to the rank, it self seemed to be a very plicated process it self.
Acc to the Advanced Magical Theory book Maverick had read, a Wizard or Witch would need what one would call an epiphany before they even attempt the process.
This epiphany was not described in any book, only vague information rovided, like the idea of harmoween one's magic, body, and mind. It was knowledge Maverick couldn't fully grasp, or rather, he ruly uood what they meant.
Like wise, crossing the rank to a Great Magus also seem to involve the same "epiphany", and some more plicated steps. Maverick did not bother to uand more as he belives that he could get some better, more credible books ter whes acces to a better wizarding library.
The books that he had bought were all very on and general knowledge, just enough for him to uand his way around this new world that he is noart of.
And fortunately for him, the entire process of crossing the rank seemed to be just clig a virtual button.
Well, he would find out at midnight.
Time passed slowly and soon it came to midnight. During these few hours he refrained from doing any exercise or practice spell casting. He had rested his mind and body and got ready for the big event tonight.
Looking at the virtual s infront of him, his mind focused on the Energy Level valued 99 and the accumuted points of 119.
Breathing deeply, Maverick gave the order for the system to add one Magical Energy unit to his total, making it 100.The response came as expected, but it felt more notable this time.
Along with the sudden burst of energy, he felt strength and vitality that flood his senses like never before. It was as if every cell in his body was humming with power, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.
Ordinarily, such a small i would not elicit such a response.
He opened his eyes, feeling more alive than ever before. Even time appeared to slow down. The dle's fme in the er flickered more slowly than usual.
Subsequently, he noticed slight ripples in the surrounding air, followed by the formation of tiny, bubble-like light spots near his skin.
Aernal observer would have noticed these small points of light encirg him.
These minute energy clusters then began verging into his skin. And for the first time during the addition of system points, Maverick experienced a slight disfort, akin to an itch emanating from all over his skin.
Pain. It came suddenly, enveloping his entire being. It was intense enough to make someone scream or pass out, but for him, it never quite reached that point.
g his teeth, he endured. He knew—or hoped, or prayed—that whatever was happening was something good. His mind wao the fantasy stories he had read, where characters endured suffering before a breakthrough.
He wished this was what was happening to him. He had no other option. He knew nothing about what was happening. No book he had read in the past few months had any recored of this.
He couldn't, or rather, wouldn't scream or call for help. He had too mas, and he'd rather ehe pain than risk even the slightest exposure. So, he suffered in silence, hoping this was some form of evolution.
The pain and suffering dragged on for what felt like a long, long time, until everything finally settled. He y there, panting, on the verge of fainting, sweat c both him and the floor.
It was only after the pain subsided that his thoughts began to clear. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and his vision came into focus. The first thiiced was the multitude of virtual system ss, but he dismissed them all.
Gradually, he pushed himself up, standing to assess the ges in his body.
He examined his body, then took a good look at his hands and noticed that, like his clothes, they were drenched i.
With a flick of his fingers, a ve Sc Charm took care of the minor invenience, allowing him to fully focus on the ges.
To begin, he walked over to the mirror on his small wardrobe and studied his refle. He felt a bit disappointed as he couldn't notiy visible ges. His height, hair, and even his skin color remaily the same.
Turning around, he once again looked at his hands and ched his fists.
"Hmm... maybe... probably strohan before," he mused, before walking over to his handy dumbbell—or rather, dumb-bed.
With surprising ease, and using only one hand, he lifted one side of the bed. If not for the risk of making too muoise, he would have tried lifting the whole thing, and he knew he could do it now.
He estimated his raw strength to be on par with modern-day powerlifters. 'My physique has definitely gotten stro least three or four times,' he thought happily as he gently set the wooden bed back down.
He also noticed a shift in his perspective as he began to focus more ily on the ges. His vision had noticeably improved, but there was something else, something he couldn't quite pinpoint.
"Acc to the Advanced Magical Theory books, wizards are supposed to gain ialents after achieving Magus rank," he recalled. "But the iy with which these skills ma seems to depend oalent. A Magus should acquire something akin to a sixth sense and an ability simir to psychic powers. The books mention that the higher you rank, the better trol you gain ic.
All of these abilities are essentially more advanced forms of maniputing magical energy."
"Let's see..." he muttered as the system appeared before his eyes with just a thought.
First he took a look at the messeges.
[ Body adaptation plete. ]
[ Rank up: Mage Apprentice — Magus ]
[ Name: Maverick Caeser ]
[ Css: Wizard ]
[ Rank: Magus ]
[ Magical Energy: 479 (+) ]
[ Points: 119 ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristic Points: 0 ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristics: Excellent grade spellcasting ]
[ Talents: ]
[ Magical Energy Manipution (Beginner +) ]
[ Magical Sense (Beginner +) ]
[ Transfiguration (Advanced +) ]
[ Potions (Beginner +) ]
[ Alchemy (Beginner +) ]
[ Spells: ]
[ .... ]
After carefully going through his status s, Maverick gave a satisfied nod before fog on the plus sigo Magical Sense
[ Would you like to i 10 points to upgrade the Talent "Magical Seo intermediate? ]
'Yes!'
That familiar sensation, akin to recalling fotten memories, washed over him as knowledge of how to utilize magical energy to perform the Magical Sealent flooded his mind. It took only half a minute for the sensation to fade, leaving him with a newfound uanding of Magical Sense.
Closing his eyes, he followed the instrus in his mind and spread his magical energy, careful not to extend it too far. As expected, it felt as though he had a third-person view of his surroundings, with a range of no more than three meters on all sides.
He remained cautious, aware that his profi using the talent was only at the intermediate level, and there could be other wizards nearby who might detect his probing.
The books mentiohat using Magical Sense indiscriminately is sidered a serious offense among wizards. However, only wizards of Great Magus rank her pinpoint who is using the talent, which is why no w exists criminalizing its use.
Moreover, while these talents awaken at the Magus rank, they often seem redundant among most wizards at this level. The two talents, Magical Energy Manipution and Magical Sense, are regarded as extremely difficult to master. It is only after reag the Great Magus rank that one truly begin to utilize these abilities.
'It's true that before I upgraded the proficy to intermediate, I had no idea how to use the talent. Only after the proficreased did I start to grasp how to use this talent,' Maverick thought, recalling what he had read about these innate abilities.
A fident grin spread across his face as he once agaied the option to upgrade the ialent.
[ Would you like to i 100 points to upgrade the Talent "Magical Seo advanced? ]
'Yes!' he excimed inwardly. 'Sure enough, the system is simply a cheat.'
Memories—yes, that was a more fitting description. Instead of mere knowledge, it felt more like fragments of memories flooding his mind. More insights into utilizing Magical Energy for the talent "Magical Sense" came into his awareness, and this time, it even gave him a slight headache. The memories—or knowledge—felt profoundly plicated, and it took over half an hour for the assimition to settle down.
'What a useful skill to have in my arsenal. Now, as long as it's not an Archmage, I fidently s my surroundings. And this method of cealing my Magical Energy—or my unique magical signature—will be extremely useful for my future endeavors,' Maverick remarked in his mind while feeling his newfound uanding of the talent Magical Sense.
Once again he brought up the system panel for an overview.
[ Name: Maverick Caeser ]
[ Css: Wizard ]
[ Rank: Magus ]
[ Magical Energy: 479 (+) ]
[ Points: 9 ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristic Points: 0 ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristics: Excellent grade spellcasting ]
[ Talents: ]
[ Magical Energy Manipution (Beginner +) ]
[ Magical Sense (Advanced +) ]
[ Transfiguration (Advanced +) ]
[ Potions (Beginner +) ]
[ Alchemy (Beginner +) ]
[ Spells: ]
[ .... ]
The two talents Potions and Alchemy, he ignored for now because they were unnecessary for him at this point.
Uransfiguration, they are highly practical. The system has reized the two talents after he had read the theory books, and he could always upgrade them anywhere anytime when necessary.
Putting aside the talents, his attention then moved to his Magical Energy value.
"Four hundred…" he muttered subsciously.
It was then that he realized the signifit increase in his Magical Energy value.
'I remember adding only one point to raise it to 100... Hmm...' he pondered. 'It seems that my rank-up, bined with my body's adaptation to it, has signifitly boosted my Magical Energy.'
He recalled passages from the books he had read, and one particur line came to mind: when a wizard crosses a rank, their body frantically absorbs magical energy from their surroundings.
'During a breakthrough, pure magic itself bees physically visible… Perhaps that was what I experiehose tless tiny, energy ball-like entities entering my skin,' Maverick cluded, putting his doubts to rest.
He gnced out the window and saw that it was still dark, so he decided to get some rest.
"I suppose it's time to have that talk and finally do something about my wizarding identity," He said quietly to the room, his expression carried with determination.
