Time flew by; three weeks had passed since the night talk, Will’s detention had long ended, and Old Dumbledore hadn’t sought him out again.
During this period, they also started Flying Class.
Will wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about Flying Class.
It wasn’t that he disliked flying, but rather that he wanted to fly physically like Lord Voldemort, instead of having to rely on a flying broom.
And in Flying Class, Harry and Malfoy, as expected, played out the scene of chasing the Remembrall, and soon Harry joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
None of this had much to do with Will, because he was busy grinding for experience.
Over the past three weeks, his Potions had already leveled up to LV3, and he had gained an additional ability called Potion Proliferation.
LV3 Additional Ability, Potion Proliferation: The yield of Potions you brew increases by 5%.
In reality, Dumbledore’s night talk didn’t have much of an impact on Will.
After all, he wasn’t a power-seeker like Lord Voldemort.
As for pursuing strength…
in a magical world where knowledge equals strength, his own power was merely a byproduct of knowledge.
Yes, it must be so…
Saturday, the library.
“Will, Will.” Sylvia poked Will, who was engrossed in a book.
“What is it?”
“Longbottom is looking for you.” Sylvia pointed to Neville nearby.
“Neville, ah, what is it?” Will put down his book.
“Next time, when I’m absorbed in reading, you can just call me directly.”
Will knew Neville was too shy to disturb him; he had done this several times.
“O-okay, that, I want to learn Accio from you.” Neville said softly, his timid demeanor still present.
“Accio?” Will was startled, but quickly reacted: “Trevor is lost again?”
“Yes, it always tries to escape from me.” Neville looked like he was about to cry.
“And I tried to learn Accio myself, but I’m too clumsy, I just can’t learn it.”
“Oh~ no wonder you and Hermione were in the library the past two days.” Sylvia had a look of sudden realization.
“Neville, you can’t learn spells just by reading books; you need practice.” Will closed his book.
“How about this, we find a suitable place, and I’ll teach you.”
“But where do we go?” Sylvia helped Will put his book into his satchel and asked.
“Hogwarts is so big, anywhere works? The lawn, by the Black Lake, in the Forbidden Forest.” Will picked up his satchel.
“However, I suddenly thought of an even more suitable place.”
…”Aren’t we practicing spells?
Why are we going to the eighth floor?” Sylvia panted, knowing that Hogwarts’ stairs randomly changed.
Just now, Will and his companions encountered several shifting staircases, causing them a bit of trouble.
Will stopped in front of a portrait: “Here we are, this is it.”
“But… but this is just a corridor?” Neville was panting even harder; his stamina was even worse than Sylvia’s. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, Will walked back and forth, constantly thinking: “I need a place to practice spells.”
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 request, the Room of Requirement did not appear as the open space filled with various items; instead, it was a spacious circular hall, with several dummy targets standing 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 ‘please’ gesture.
“We will practice magic here in the future!”
“Cool!” Sylvia eagerly rushed in, while Neville followed behind Will into this magical room.
After the two had finished curiously looking around, Will patted Neville’s shoulder: “It’s time to practice spells, Neville.”
Neville looked at Will’s silver-gray pupils, and an inexplicable shiver went through him.
He felt as if he was being stared at by something terrifying.
He swallowed with a gulp.
Five hours later, Sylvia was sitting bored on a chair by the wall.
She had understood it early on, but Neville seemed to be surprisingly clumsy; even now, he could only move the apple used for practice a short distance.
“Shout it out, that’s right, you have to have confidence in yourself!”
“Good job, the apple is moving, do you see it?”
“Raise your hand! Watch your arm movements!”
“Careful, it’s Acc—io, not ACC——i————”
Will wasn’t overly strict, but Neville finally realized why Will’s grades were at the top of the class—Will would continuously demonstrate the spell to Neville, then have him imitate it repeatedly.
If he couldn’t do it once, then twice; if not twice, then four times.
Although Will cast more spells, he didn’t seem as tired as Neville.
However, what Neville didn’t notice was that Will’s silver-gray pupils had been observing him the entire time.
Will, with his Wizard’s Eye activated, noticed that Neville’s magical flow was somewhat different from that of typical young Wizards.
If a normal Wizard’s magical flow was like a river, then Neville’s river was always bumpy, meaning Neville’s magic was always obstructed.
Will was very curious about what caused Neville’s magical flow to become like this.
He suspected it was due to Neville’s grandmother casting too many Memory Charms on him, but he didn’t understand why a Memory Charm would affect magical flow over such a long period of time.
He secretly noted down Neville’s situation, planning to study it further, but for now, he still needed to teach Neville Accio.
Due to Neville’s unique magic, coupled with his lack of self-confidence and incorrect incantations, he always found it difficult to close the magical flow of a spell, resulting in many failures.
Will could only teach him repeatedly, having him imitate Will to gradually correct the incantation and wand movements, to create a closed loop for Accio’s magical flow.
By the end of the afternoon, Will didn’t know how many times he had cast Accio, and he was thoroughly exhausted.
But Neville beside him seemed even more tired, his arms almost too heavy to lift.
“Huff huff… Neville… one more time, you did very well just now, the apple has successfully flown up.” Will panted, his magical and physical exhaustion were considerable. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
“Believe in yourself, remember the trick I told you? You have to firmly believe you can do it.”
Will emphasized, and indeed it was true; modern magic differed from ancient runes.
A Wizard’s emotions and will truly affected the outcome of a spell, a classic example being Expecto Patronum.
“Accio apple!” Neville waved his wand, and then the apple flew straight towards him.
Neville cried out in surprise: “I did it! I did it!”
“Well done, Neville!” Will praised generously.
Someone has a good impression of you, Charm experience + 1.
Someone has a good impression of you, Charm experience + 1.
…You have cast a certain spell multiple times and gained a new understanding of it, Charms experience + 3.
You have undergone physical training, Stamina experience + 1.
You have undergone physical training, Stamina experience + 1.
…Your Stamina progress has increased to LV2, you can acquire an additional ability.
LV2 Additional Ability, Vigorous Stamina: Your maximum Stamina is increased by 10%.
The afternoon wasn’t wasted after all; he gained a lot of experience and even got a decent additional ability.
However, could practicing spells also count as physical training?
Did he have to practice spells every day until he was exhausted from now on?
Are there any Potions that can increase physical fitness?
Can they add experience?
He had to try…
Since it was already past dinner time, the three of them—Will, Sylvia, and Neville—didn’t go to the Great Hall for dinner.
Instead, they went directly to the Hogwarts kitchens, which Will had found when he was getting a late-night snack after his detention ended.
By the time Neville returned to the Gryffindor common room, it was very late, and he looked utterly dejected and exhausted.
Neville was not only physically drained but also magically exhausted, which couldn’t be solved by just eating a full meal.
“Neville, what’s wrong? 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 pranked by Malfoy again, especially since Neville had been pranked by Malfoy’s curse a few days ago.
“No, it was Will.” Neville kept panting heavily.
He felt his head getting dizzier and dizzier, a sign of excessive magical depletion.
“It’s that Slytherin, I knew it! Slytherins are all the same!” Ron immediately jumped up.
“No, I went to him to learn a spell.” Neville sat down and rested for a bit.
“I learned Accio.”
“You learned Accio?” Harry looked at Neville in surprise; he knew Neville had always struggled.
“You went to a Slytherin to learn a spell?” Ron’s focus was always…
peculiar.