Touching the scarred surface of the dummy with her fingertips, Vera closed her eyes, trying to actively awaken her Magic Circuit.
Those golden patterns flickered beneath her skin, gradually condensing on her retina and transforming the lingering spell fluctuations on the dummy into clear magic trajectories—
In her field of vision, those long-dried magic traces gradually lit up under her fingertips: a silver trajectory left by a fierce Severing Charm, orange-red spots dancing within a charred burn mark caused by an Explosion Charm, and even eerie purple patterns left by a few Dark Arts…
Under the perception of the Magic Circuit, these magic traces of different eras and intensities seemed to be reactivated, clearly displaying their respective ways of magic flow before her eyes…
She subconsciously narrowed her eyes, wanting to see these magic trajectories completely, but at that moment, a sharp pain suddenly pierced straight into her brain from her temples.
Vera let out a muffled grunt, abruptly pulling back her hand, her breathing slightly rapid.
“Miss!” Kreacher stepped forward in a panic, “Are you alright?”
Vera waved her hand, fine beads of sweat already seeping from her forehead: “I’rather fine…”
So that was it.
With her current Magic Circuit level, was it still too much of a stretch to see the magic trajectories of so many spells all at once?
Having figured this out, Vera took a deep breath, gripped her newly bought wand tightly, and said, “I want to practice here alone for a while.”
Kreacher hesitated: “But you now… do you need Kreacher to prepare some snacks?”
“No need.” She shook her head and said softly, “If I need anything, I will call you.”
After the House-elf left, Vera rested for a moment before opening her eyes again and refocusing her attention on the dummy.
This time, she did not greedily try to perceive all the traces at once, but instead focused on finding the shallowest one—a trace left by a simple Severing Charm.
She carefully reached out her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the nearly invisible indentation.
The Magic Circuit was activated once more, and golden patterns flowed beneath her skin, clearly presenting the magic trajectory of that Severing Charm before her eyes.
It was a bright pink thread that slithered and stretched in the air like a living thing, finally sinking into the interior of the dummy.
Vera held her breath, concentrating wholeheartedly on tracking the direction of this magic trajectory, trying to feel the magic principles contained within it.
Suddenly, she felt the crystal at her heart vibrate slightly, and a warm current surged out from it, flowing along the Magic Circuit to her fingertips.
I saw a tall and thin boy standing in front of the dummy, his wand sketching a fierce arc: “Diffindo!”
The light of the spell instantly left a gruesome crack on the chest of the dummy.
The scene flashed past, and Vera snapped back to her senses as the illusion before her dissipated accordingly.
She panted slightly, fine beads of sweat seeping from her forehead.
“This is… able to see memories of the past?” she murmured to herself, her fingertips still resting on the crack of the dummy, her heart pounding.
The crystal of her heart vibrated slightly again, and a line of text appeared on her retina:
[Unlocked Magic Circuit Skill 3: Magic Tracing: Can read the strong magic fluctuations remaining on an object and recreate the caster’s fragmentary memories from that time.]
Vera lowered her head to gaze at her fingertips, where a faint trace of magic fluctuation still remained.
“Magic Tracing…” She softly chanted this newly unlocked skill, excitement flashing in her eyes.
This ability meant that by touching magical items, she could retrace the magical events they had experienced, and also catch glimpses of the caster’s memory fragments through the lingering magic fluctuations.
This was practically like obtaining a key to peer into the past.
Don’t forget, inside Hogwarts Castle, there were quite a few items left over from the past.
Even leaving aside those treasures turned into Horcruxes by Lord Voldemort, the other things were enough for her to explore.
The only drawback was probably that Magic Tracing would impose a considerable burden on her mind and body.
“It seems I need to control the frequency of use in the future.” She muttered to herself, seeing on the panel in her retina that her magic reserve had dropped to 20/30, with the recovery rate still at 6.5/hour.
With 20 magic points remaining, although she didn’t yet know how much magic loss casting spells would cause, she couldn’t wait to try it out.
After taking another brief rest, Vera slowly raised her wand.
The tip of her wand sketched the same arc in the air, and she softly chanted: “Diffindo.”
Gold suddenly appeared beneath her skin, and a faint beam of light shot from the tip of the wand, leaving a shallow scratch on the dummy.
Success!
Vera’s eyes lit up.
Although the power was far inferior to the one cast by that boy in her memory, this was indeed the first spell she successfully cast after coming to this world.
This was the power of the Magic Circuit—no systematic learning was required; as long as she saw it once, she could imitate the casting.
Looking at her magic points again, only one point was consumed.
In other words, purely ordinary spells should only consume one magic point.
As for those more aggressive jinxes or curses, or even the Unforgivable Curses, that could not be known for the time being.
Vera took a deep breath and began to focus on practicing this spell by following the magic trajectory.
Every time she cast a spell, she could feel the magic circulating within her body, injecting into the wand along the Magic Circuit, helping her adjust the process of magic output and gesture angles.
What the Magic Circuit endowed her with was not only learning ability, but also a keen perception of magic flow, allowing her to clearly “see” the trajectory of magic operation when a spell was released, and to precisely adjust the distribution of every fraction of power.
Those golden threads started from the crystal at her heart, flowed along a specific path to her fingertips, and were then released through the wand.
This feeling was wondrous, just like suddenly mastering a certain inborn yet constantly neglected ability.
Gradually, the effect of the spell became more and more obvious, from initially only being able to scratch shallow marks to later leaving deep splits on the dummy.
“Diffindo!”
With the final casting of the spell, one of the dummy’s arms snapped off with a crack, dropping to the floor with a bang.
Vera let out a long breath, leaning back against the wheelchair, a trace of a smile lifting her sweat-covered little face.
At this point, she had initially mastered the auxiliary abilities of the Magic Circuit.
What she cared more about now was the so-called Ancient Magic.