But even this was quite limited.
At most, his physical strength was equivalent to that of a child around ten years old.
With a body like this, it was easy to imagine just how much magical power he could possibly store within himself.
Even with the enhancement provided by the Elven Fruit and the bonus from his natural affinity, which had caused his magical reserves to become somewhat “over the limit,” he was still, at best, at the level of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old child.
Children at that age had already grown considerably, and their magical reserves were no longer insignificant.
But it also depended on who he was being compared with.
Compared to ordinary students, his reserves were already exceptionally strong.
However, compared to the Dark wizards who had spent years wandering Knockturn Alley on the edge of life and death, using all kinds of Dark Magic, it really amounted to very little.
Therefore, at his current stage, the mithril wand instead provided a tremendous boost to his combat endurance.
Combined with his mental strength, which surpassed that of his peers and even exceeded that of adults, the combat power he could bring to bear was actually slightly greater than that of an ordinary adult wizard.
This was also why he had the confidence to prepare for a trip to Knockturn Alley.
Ternas opened the door to the warehouse, and a dark, rotten aura immediately rushed toward him.
Even though he had been prepared for it, he was caught somewhat off guard.
However, the location of this place meant that these things were destined to cause no trouble.
Ternas quickly adapted to the atmosphere.
He went inside and selected several valuable items and materials from among his many collections, placing them into his spatial ring to exchange for money the next day.
Then Ternas quickly left.
Only after locking the warehouse door behind him did he finally let out a genuine sigh of relief.
But that was not the end.
Ternas came to the entrance of another room.
This time, he did not make any preparations.
He simply opened the door.
The space inside was nowhere near as unpleasant as the previous warehouse.
It was an alchemy workshop, which Ternas normally used to practice alchemy.
Naturally, there were none of those messy and disorderly things inside.
“Many” things had once been created here.
The mithril wand, for example, had been made here.
And besides that, the other thing in this room was the reason Ternas had come here this time.
It was a dark-blue vest that looked like leather armor.
There was nothing special about its exterior.
It was simply an ordinary leather vest.
“My masterpiece.
Whether I can make it there and back safely this time will depend on you.” As he spoke, Ternas took the leather armor down from the rack.
When Ternas removed the leather armor, a portion of its interior was finally revealed.
The inner layer of the armor was covered with lines of magical runes drawn using mithril and adamantine.
This was the true key to the leather armor.
One should not underestimate those flashy magical runes inside the armor.
They had been copied from the powerful magical artifact known as the Holy Shield Badge.
After being subjected to the enormous computational power of the quantum computer, the final version had eventually been determined.
It possessed extremely powerful magical defensive capabilities.
At least at his current level of strength, Ternas had no way of breaking through the armor’s defenses.
More importantly, the armor did not merely possess magical defenses.
Its physical defensive capabilities were also exceptional.
With the hide of a Deep-Sea Demon Shark as its main material, the leather armor was more than capable of defending against most slashes, cuts, thrusts, and stabs from blades, spears, swords, and halberds without leaving a single mark.
If the mithril wand was the weapon he would use to intimidate those Dark wizards, then this leather armor was his true trump card for staying alive.
Of course, besides the leather armor, there was also a black cloak, which was one of the essential items for this trip.
This was not Ternas’s own creation.
It was simply a magical cloak he had purchased in Diagon Alley, one capable of concealing his aura to a certain extent and hiding his movements.
However, he had modified it somewhat as well.
For one thing, the cloak’s length had to be altered.
Otherwise, it would practically wrap around his entire body.
He had also added a face covering to the cloak to conceal his features.
At this point, Ternas was already more than 1.3 meters tall.
With his shoes and some additional disguise, he could easily disguise himself as a hunched, elderly wizard.
After placing everything he might need the day after tomorrow into his spatial ring, Ternas finally left the sacrificial space and prepared to sleep.
The next day, Ternas felt that time was moving unusually slowly.
Perhaps it was because he would soon be able to head to Knockturn Alley, but he felt an inexplicable sense of anticipation toward the journey the following day.
After enduring the entire day, he finally reached the time to leave for Diagon Alley.
Ternas had gotten everything ready early that morning and was simply waiting for his parents.
After Ternas repeatedly urged them on, the couple helplessly stepped into the fireplace bound for Diagon Alley.
Through the Floo Network, they arrived in Diagon Alley with ease.
“Mom, you and Dad go buy Neville his gift.
I’m not going.
I’ll wait for you at the Junk Shop.
Don’t rush, take your time choosing.
I’ll probably be busy for quite a while too.” With that, before either adult could react, he darted away.
“This child.
He’s still so restless, never acting properly.
Every time we come here, he runs off to the Junk Shop.
I really don’t know what he keeps digging through all those little trinkets for.” Aini complained, sounding somewhat displeased.
Every time her son came here, he would spend a long time rummaging around the Junk Shop, which gave her quite a headache.
Moreover, this time she had originally planned to take her son around and have a good look at the shops.
She had never expected him to slip away before she even had the chance to say anything.
Algie patted his wife on the shoulder and comforted her.
“All right.
He’s been here plenty of times already, so there’s no need to worry.
Let’s pick out little Neville’s gift first, then we’ll go find him together.” “I suppose that’s all we can do.” Aini still sounded somewhat regretful.
“All right, then.
Little Neville, is there any gift you want?
How about your uncle takes you to buy one first?” After comforting his wife, Algie did not forget the main purpose of their visit.
He crouched down and asked Neville with a smile.
“Uncle, I want to have a pet just like my cousin.
Could you buy me one?” Neville looked at his uncle with an expression full of longing.