Vera gazed at the broken arm of the dummy, the scenes she saw when the Magic Circuit awakened surfacing in her mind.
She gently stroked the golden patterns on her wand, thoughtfully saying: “If the Magic Circuit is an ability I inherently possess, then how should true Ancient Magic be learned?”
The crystal at her heart vibrated slightly, seemingly responding to her question.
Vera closed her eyes, trying to sink her consciousness into the core of the Magic Circuit.
In an instant, those golden patterns lit up inside her body, guiding her consciousness to that previous void space—
However, unlike the last time she came here, this place was now like a sea of countless stars with numerous light points forming complex rune arrays, floating in the void.
Only, most of the runes were dim and lightless, with only a few emitting bright or dim lights.
Vera glanced over, her gaze immediately drawn to an exceptionally bright rune.
She instinctively reached out, and the moment she touched it, countless information surged into her mind like a tide:
[Ancient Magic · Multi-casting (Beginner)]
[Effect 1: Consumes 5 magic points, allowing multiple effects to be stacked within the same spell. Current stacking limit: 2 layers]
[Please continue to raise the Magic Circuit level to unlock other effects]
Vera’s breathing hitched slightly.
The effect of Multi-casting… was practically like a skill enhancement in a game!
She impatiently exited the consciousness space, raised her wand again, and aimed it at another dummy.
“Diffindo!”
This time, she intentionally guided the magic to flow along a specific circuit.
At the moment the spell was released, the crystal at her heart suddenly grew hot, and she clearly perceived the rune for Multi-casting lighting up in her consciousness.
As the spell was chanted, two nearly overlapping pink lights burst from the tip of the wand, striking the dummy in a fan shape.
The first cut off the neck, and the second directly slashed the dummy’s waist into two halves.
The three parts of the dummy hit the ground almost simultaneously, and the upper body even burst apart directly, wood chips flying everywhere.
Vera instinctively raised her arm to block, but her cheek was still scratched by a few fragments.
Warm liquid slid down her jawline, but a subtle golden light immediately emerged at the wound, healing it as good as new in the blink of an eye.
Vera’s chest heaved violently.
This strike directly consumed 6 magic points—1 point for the basic spell plus 5 points for Multi-casting.
Her magic reserve had 4 points left, which was no longer enough to try Multi-casting again.
Vera took a deep breath, calming her violent heartbeat for a moment.
She pushed her wheelchair closer to the completely destroyed dummy, her fingertips gently stroking the jagged cross-sections, feeling the lingering magic fluctuations.
This was the power of Ancient Magic.
She curved her lips upward, revealing a satisfied smile.
Then, she gently pressed a dark pattern on her wheelchair, which was specifically used to summon Kreacher, belonging to a type of House-elf magic.
As long as it wasn’t a place like Hogwarts with specialized magic shielding, Kreacher could perceive it and arrive at the first moment.
“Miss!” Kreacher appeared at the door almost instantly, his tennis ball-sized eyes widening in horror, “There is blood on your face! Are you hurt?”
“No problem, it’s already healed.” Vera took out a handkerchief and casually wiped away the remaining blood on her face, where no trace of injury could be seen anymore.
Kreacher then breathed a sigh of relief, suspiciously eyeing the mess in the room, his gaze lingering on the broken dummy for a moment: “Are these marks caused by Miss… Kreacher felt a very powerful magic aura.”
Vera did not respond to this evaluation, only saying softly: “Can you help me clean up this place?”
“Of course!” The House-elf immediately went into action.
With a casual wave of his finger, the wreckage of the dummy and the scattered wood chips quickly gathered together, restoring everything to as good as new.
And Vera quietly examined from behind him, watching a trace of magic that was different from Wizards yet somewhat similar flow from Kreacher’s fingertips.
The House-elf’s magic was completely different from Wizards’; their magic flow was more primitive and direct, requiring no wand and not even a spell, capable of completing complex magic with just a thought.
Vera gazed at those magic trajectories, deep in thought.
Perhaps… the House-elf’s magic was closer to Ancient Magic?
However, her magic was exhausted now, and she had no way to try it out.
Vera secretly noted this idea in her heart, and after everything was cleaned up, she silently pushed her wheelchair and left the training room.
Kreacher followed closely step by step, occasionally casting a worried glance at her slightly pale complexion.
“Miss needs to rest,” the House-elf said stubbornly, “Kreacher has prepared hot milk and blueberry muffins… and today’s Potion.”
Vera’s expression paused, but in the end, she didn’t refuse, letting Kreacher push her back to the bedroom.
The sky outside the window had already darkened, and the afterglow of the sunset penetrated the gaps of the heavy curtains, casting a golden streak of light on the floor.
Seeing her return, Nox immediately jumped down from the bookshelf and lightly hopped onto her lap.
“Miss is too tired today.” Muttering, Kreacher placed the hot milk and muffins on the bedside table, and took out a small crystal bottle from his pocket, filled with an emerald-green Potion, “This is today’s Potion, just sent over by the apothecary.”
With the assistance of the Magic Circuit, she could actually clearly see the vaguely flowing magic within the Potion, as well as the interaction trajectories of various medicinal materials.
“Thank you, Kreacher.” She put the bottle aside, her voice gentle yet carrying an unquestionable tone, “I want to rest for a while before drinking it, you go busy yourself.”
As the House-elf left with a drooping head, Vera raised the bottle to her eyes, observing the magic flow contained within it through the emerald-green liquid.
Those tiny magic trajectories were unmistakably visible in her eyes—there were herbal extracts for repairing muscle damage, and a few ingredients she couldn’t identify for the time being…
To be honest, this bit of healing Potion, though having a little effect, served mostly as a placebo.
After all, with her current physique, she couldn’t take potent Potions like the previous one every day.
Vera put the bottle back on the bedside, pushed her wheelchair to the desk, and took out a piece of parchment and a quill.
Ordinary apothecaries would find it hard to cure her injuries, but Hogwarts had experts—she couldn’t rely solely on the suddenly appeared Ancient Magic.
The quill glided softly across the parchment, the ink shimmering faintly under the candlelight.
“Respected Professor Dumbledore: I am writing this letter with sincere feelings. As an incoming freshman of Hogwarts, I hope to communicate with you in advance regarding my physical condition. Due to an accident, I currently need to use a wheelchair to get around…”
Author’s Note: PY “Chihaya Anon Has Nine Wings”
[Yuri; Ai-ALL; Esper Battle of Wits]
Chihaya Anon became an out-of-control esper due to a disaster, and had to drop out of school in Britain and return to Tokyo to prepare to be an ordinary person.
However, reality does not allow it.
She knows that she has been surrounded by the veterans of the former hero team Crychic to form a new team.
What she does not know is that her five close friends are actually members of the super-dangerous esper criminal organization AveMujica.
Tomori shouts about wanting to be with her for a lifetime.
Ritki wears a stinking face every day as if she has a prejudice.
Her most recommended streamer, Meamon-kin, and her favorite idol, Hatsuka Mikasumi, invite her on dates one after another.
Toyokawa Sakiko, shrouded in countless mysteries, lives with her, making bento boxes during the day and acting as an arch-enemy at night.
Plus Goto Hitori who worships her, and Izuri Nina who inexplicably holds goodwill toward her…
Right, from time to time she also has to fight against AveMujica together with everyone from MyGO!!!!!.
Sigh, in the swirling vortex of chaos, only Nagasaki Soyo is gentle and considerate, the only haven that can comfort my soul…
Eh?
Why didn’t she respond when I said hello to Soyo just now?
Hmm?
What do you mean when you say I am not needed?
Don’t scare me, hey!