Ancient Magic, this term that was not mentioned in the original worldview of Harry Potter, but appeared in the game, Vera also had a rough understanding of it before transmigrating.
Unlike conventional magic, Ancient Magic is an extremely rare power, and it is also more chaotic and powerful than the magic mastered by modern Wizards.
For example, the protagonist of Hogwarts Legacy, in the later stages, is simply killing people as easily as eating and drinking.
As long as the mana bar is sufficient, they can casually wipe out dozens of people on the way to school.
To the extent that even Gellert Grindelwald would weep if he came, and Lord Voldemort would collapse upon seeing it.
And the illusions she just saw and this vocabulary that abruptly intruded into her mind…
No, that is definitely not an illusion.
Vera looked blankly at her wrist, which had recovered to as good as new, and her fingertips gently touched the skin that used to be covered with scars.
The touch was smooth and cool, as if it had never been burned by Potions.
The previously pale golden patterns had completely faded away, but that strange sense of power still flowed deep within her blood vessels.
She slowly clenched her fists, and could also clearly feel an unprecedented power surging within her body.
Slowly raising her head, her gaze fell on the full-length mirror in the corner of the room — the young girl in the mirror was pale and thin, and her silver-gray slightly curly hair stuck messily to her sweat-soaked temples.
And those Black eyes that originally belonged to the Black Family were now shimmering with a layer of extremely faint golden halo, like some Ancient Magic burning deep inside her pupils.
Vera gazed at her mutated pupils in the mirror, her fingertips involuntarily touching the corners of her eyes.
That touch of golden halo vanished in a flash like an illusion, yet it branded a scorching afterimage on her retina.
The room was silent.
At this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from her wrist.
Vera frowned sharply, and saw the golden patterns that had just faded on her wrist emerge once again.
This time, they were no longer simple meridians, but gradually condensed into a line of text —
[Magic Circuit activated]
The text flickered for a moment, and then turned into fine points of light and dissipated into the air.
Vera’s breathing paused slightly, and she suddenly realized — the flow of magic power in her body had become clearer than ever before.
She could “see” them.
Those magic powers stored in her body, which were originally as elusive as fog, were now slowly flowing along her blood vessels, bones, and nerves, like streams of lit up galaxies, ultimately converging near her heart to form a miniature Magic Circuit.
And at the center of this circuit, which was her heart, a small crystal was already floating — exactly the one she saw in that magic array just now.
A string of text she couldn’t understand poured out like water.
She silently pursed her lips tightly, and after a while, she spoke in a low and hoarse voice: “Isn’t it supposed to be an inheritance? Then explain all this in a form I can understand.”
The crystal seemed to understand her words, its surface rippling like waves, and those obscure words gradually reorganized, transforming into English she can understand:
[Heir, welcome to the world of Ancient Magic.]
[You have passed the trial and obtained the qualification for inheritance.]
[Current Magic Circuit Level: Awakening · Elementary]
[magic Reserve: 17 / 30]
[magic Recovery Speed: 6.5 / hour]
The crystal emitted a faint resonance inside her body, and a line of new text emerged on her retina.
Vera’s fingers tightened unconsciously, and the wheelchair armrests emitted a slight creaking sound.
This is practically like… some kind of game interface.
She narrowed her eyes, trying to call out in her mind: “Show complete status.”
The crystal trembled slightly, and more text emerged:
[Name: Vera ]
[Age: 11 years old]
[Attributes: Str (3) Agi (1) Mag (3) Int (7) Cha (8) Lck (2)]
[Physical Condition: Lower limb paralysis (repairable)]
[Ancient Magic Study Status: Unstudied]
[Talents: Shadow Affinity (Black family bloodline talent), Ancient Magic Affinity]
[Magic Circuit Bonuses: Basic spell power bonus 20%, magic recovery speed bonus 30%, spell study speed bonus 50%]
[Magic Circuit Skill 1: Circuit Vision (Can fluoroscopically see magic residues on the surface of magical objects, such as Apparition traces, and identify cursed items)]
[Magic Circuit Skill 2: Basic Healing (Passive)]
Vera’s fingertips trembled slightly, her gaze locked dead on the line of her physical condition.
Her throat tightened, squeezing the sound out from between her teeth: “My legs… can still be repaired? How can they be repaired?”
The crystal surface rippled: [Ancient Magic · Life Remolding (Requires Magic Circuit level to reach “Proficient · High-Tier”, magic reserve above 500)]
Footsteps came from outside the door, and Vera came back to her senses, only to find that her fingernails had sunk deeply into her palms.
She slowly relaxed her hands, staring at the crescent-shaped bloodstains on her palms — the wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a very faint golden light flashed beneath the skin.
Is this the basic healing ability brought by the Magic Circuit…?
“Miss?” Kreacher’s voice came through the door.
“Are you alright? Kreacher has brought your favorite chocolate cake…”
Vera quickly composed herself, pulling down her sleeve to cover the skin on her wrist: “Come in.”
The door creaked open, and Kreacher walked in, carrying a small silver platter with an exquisite chocolate cake on it.
In fact, the habit of eating a piece of chocolate cake after taking medicine to mask the taste was something the original little girl, Vera, had.
As for her… in the three days since she transmigrated, apart from basic sustenance to maintain her vital signs, she really had no interest in trying such sweets.
Therefore, for the past few days, the chocolate cake was always taken away and eaten by Kreacher.
But now…
Vera’s gaze fell on the cake, and as the scent of chocolate filled the air, her stomach involuntarily contracted.
She actually felt an urge to try it.
Kreacher carefully placed the silver platter on the bedside table, his cloudy large eyes anxiously observing Vera’s pale face.
Vera reached for a silver fork, gently cut off a small piece of cake, and the moment the smooth chocolate melted on her tongue, she almost let out a sigh.
The taste bud memories of this body were completely reawakened, as if every cell was cheering.
“Miss… do you like it?” Kreacher nervously rubbed the edge of his tea towel.
“Kreacher has made many improvements these past few days.”
Vera gently put down the silver fork, a genuine smile appearing on her lips: “It’s delicious, thank you, Kreacher.”
Kreacher’s eyes instantly welled up.
He bowed deeply, his tea towel almost dragging on the floor: “It’s what Kreacher should do! As long as Miss likes it!”
Vera didn’t interrupt Kreacher’s rambling.
After taking two more bites of cake, she softly said, “Kreacher, please prepare my going-out clothes for tomorrow. I… need to go to Diagon Alley.”