Time flew by; three weeks had passed since the late-night conversation, Will’s detention had ended long ago, and Old Dumbledore hadn’t looked for Will again.
During this time, they also started taking Flying Lessons.
Will wasn’t very enthusiastic about Flying Lessons—not that he didn’t like flying, but rather he wanted to fly with his physical body like Voldemort, instead of having to rely on a flying broomstick.
And during Flying Lessons, Harry and Malfoy unsurprisingly played out the scene of chasing the Remembrall, and soon Harry joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
All of this didn’t have much to do with Will, because he was busy grinding experience.
Over the past three weeks, his Potions had also risen to LV3, and he had obtained an additional ability named…
[LV3 Additional Ability, Potion Proliferation: The yield of Potions you brew increases by 5%]
In fact, Dumbledore’s late-night conversation didn’t have much of an impact on Will.
After all, he wasn’t the kind of guy who pursued power like Voldemort; as for pursuing strength…
In the Wizarding World, a place where knowledge equals power, his own strength was merely a byproduct of knowledge.
Mhm, it must be like this.
…
Saturday, Library.
“Will, Will.” Sylvia poked Will, who was holding a book.
“What’s wrong?”
“Longbottom is looking for you.” Sylvia pointed at Neville beside them.
“Neville, ah, what is it?” Will put down the book.
“Next time I’m engrossed in reading, you can just call me directly.”
Will knew that Neville was too embarrassed to disturb him; he had been like that several times.
“O—Okay, um, I want to learn Accio from you,” Neville said softly, the cowardly aura still lingering on him.
“Accio?” Will was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted: “Trevor is missing again?”
“Yes, he always wants to escape from me.” Neville looked like he was about to cry.
“And I tried learning Accio myself, but I’m too stupid and just can’t learn it.”
“Oh~ No wonder you’ve been hanging out in the Library with Hermione these past couple of days.” Sylvia wore a look of sudden realization.
“Neville, you can’t learn a spell just by reading books; you need practice.” Will closed the book.
“How about this, let’s find a suitable place, and I’ll teach you.”
“But where should we go?” Sylvia helped Will shove the book into his book box and asked.
“Hogwarts is so big, where won’t do? The lawn, by the Black Lake, inside the Forbidden Forest.” Will picked up the box.
“However, I suddenly thought of a more suitable place.”
…
“Isn’t this for practicing spells? Why are we going to the eighth floor?” Sylvia panted.
You must know that Hogwarts’ staircases randomly changed; just now, Will and his group encountered a few shifting staircases, which caused them a bit of trouble.
Will stopped in front of a portrait.
“We’re here, right here.”
“B—But this is just a corridor?” Neville panted even harder; his physical stamina was even worse than Sylvia’s.
Opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being beaten by the Troll, Will walked back and forth, constantly thinking in his mind: “I want a venue to practice spells.” This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
After he walked past that section of wall for the third time, a very smooth door appeared on the wall.
Will pushed open the door.
“Welcome to the Room of Requirement.”
Because of Will’s requirements, the Room of Requirement didn’t appear as the clearing piled with various items; instead, it was a spacious circular hall, with a few dummy targets set up on one side of the hall.
“Where is this?”
“A magical place in Hogwarts, the Room of Requirement. It can transform into different rooms according to your requests and wishes.” Will made a gesture of invitation.
“We will practice magic here in the future!”
“Cool!” Sylvia rushed in impatiently, while Neville followed behind Will and stepped into this magical room.
After the two finished looking around with curiosity, Will patted Neville’s shoulder.
“It’s time to practice spells, Neville.”
Looking into Will’s silver-gray pupils, Neville inexplicably felt a jolt in his heart, feeling as if he was being stared at by some terrifying thing.
He gulped with a “gurgle”.
Time came to five hours later.
Sylvia was sitting boredly on a chair by the wall; she had figured it out long ago, but Neville seemed exceptionally slow, and even now could only move the apple used for practice a short distance.
“Shout it out, that’s right, you need to have confidence in yourself!”
“Well done, the apple is already moving, did you see it?”
“Raise your hand! Pay attention to your arm movements!”
“Pay attention, it’s Acc — io, not ACC — — i — — — —”
Will wasn’t very strict, but Neville finally realized why Will’s grades were at the top—Will would constantly demonstrate the spell to Neville, and then make him imitate it over and over again.
If he couldn’t do it once, twice; if not twice, four times.
Even though Will cast many more spells, he wasn’t as exhausted as him.
However, what Neville didn’t notice was that Will’s silver-gray pupils had been sizing him up all along.
Will, who had activated [Wizard’s Eye], noticed that the magic flow on Neville’s body was somewhat different from ordinary Young Wizards.
If the magic flow of an ordinary Wizard was a river, then Neville’s river was always bumpy and full of potholes; in other words, Neville’s magic was always unfluent.
Will was very puzzled about what caused Neville’s mana flow to become like this.
He had suspected that it was caused by Neville’s grandmother casting too many Memory Charms on him, but he didn’t understand why a Memory Charm would affect the magic flow after such a long time.
He secretly recorded Neville’s situation, preparing to study it more, but currently, he still had to teach Neville Accio.
Because of Neville’s special magic, his own lack of self-confidence, and incorrect incantations, he always found it difficult to close the magic flow of a spell, so the number of failures was very high.
Will could only teach him over and over again, making him imitate himself to bit by bit correct the incantation and wand-waving movements, creating a closed loop for the magic flow of Accio.
After an entire afternoon, Will didn’t know how many times he had cast Accio and was exhausted, but Neville beside him seemed even more tired, his arm almost unable to be raised.
“Hoo hoo… Neville… Once more, you did very well just now, the apple successfully flew up.” Will panted; his magic consumption and stamina consumption were both quite large.
“Believe in yourself, remember the trick I told you? You must firmly believe that you can do it.”
In fact, it was true; modern magic was different from Ancient Runes.
A Wizard’s emotions and willpower really affected the effect of a spell, and a classic case was Expecto Patronum.
“Accio apple!” Neville waved his wand, and then the apple flew straight towards him.
Neville shouted in surprise: “I did it! I did it!”
“Well done, Neville!” Will didn’t skimp on praise.
[Someone developed favorable impression towards you, Charisma exp + 1]
[Someone developed favorable impression towards you, Charisma exp + 1]
…
[You cast a certain spell multiple times, gaining a new understanding of it, Charms exp + 3]
[You underwent physical training, stamina exp + 1]
[You underwent physical training, stamina exp + 1]
…
[Your stamina progress has risen to LV2, you can acquire an additional ability]
[LV2 Additional Ability, Vigorous Stamina: Your stamina limit increases by 10%]
At least the afternoon’s busywork wasn’t in vain; he farmed quite a bit of experience and got a pretty good additional ability.
However, practicing spells could actually count as physical training?
Could it be that in the future he would have to practice spells every day until he was exhausted?
Were there any Potions that could increase physical constitution?
Could they add experience?
He had to try it out.
…
Since mealtime had already passed, the three of them didn’t go to the Great Hall for dinner, but instead headed straight to Hogwarts’ kitchen.
This was what he found when he was eating a midnight snack after his detention ended earlier.
By the time Neville returned to the Gryffindor common room, it was already very late, and he looked dejected and utterly exhausted.
Neville’s physical consumption was serious, and his magic consumption was also very serious; this wasn’t something that could be solved by eating a full meal.
“Neville, what’s wrong with you? What did Malfoy do to you again?” Harry, who was playing Wizard’s Chess with Ron, saw Neville’s miserable state and thought Neville had been teased by Malfoy again.
After all, Neville had been teased by Malfoy’s jinx a few days ago.
“No, it’s Will.” Neville panted continuously, feeling his head getting more and more dizzy.
This was a manifestation of excessive magic consumption.
“It’s that Slytherin, I knew it! Slytherin is all the same!” Ron immediately jumped out.
“No, I went to him to learn a spell.” Neville sat aside to catch his breath.
“I learned Accio.”
“You learned Accio?” Harry looked at Neville in surprise; he knew Neville had always performed poorly.
“You went to a Slytherin to learn a spell?” Ron’s focus had always been…
peculiar.