For Elavin, the magic of the two worlds each had their own advantages.
If he could draw on both and let them complement each other, advancing side by side, it would undoubtedly be the most beneficial path for his future development.
The only problem was that acquiring magic from the Fairy Tail world was entirely a matter of luck—something he could not force.
Elavin could only adopt a mindset of “whatever I get is already a gain.” As for the magic of this world…
Without the system’s so-called “free infusion,” Elavin had no choice but to spend his own time and energy, learning everything step by step, with no alternative.
Fortunately, after being enhanced by the character cards, his physical strength, magical power, and mental strength had all been significantly improved, allowing him to learn much faster than ordinary wizards.
The unfortunate part was that among all the essential spells he needed to master, the only one he could currently access and study in depth was Transfiguration.
So, for the following days, Elavin spent most of his time practicing it.
Before he knew it, the calendar had turned to August 1991.
One day, it was time for Elavin’s monthly card draw again.
After bathing and burning incense, he sat cross-legged on the bed.
Following a clumsy yet sincerely serious prayer to himself, he pressed the [Mage Summoning] button with great anticipation.
A few seconds later, a dazzling golden light flooded the entire system interface.
“Ooooh!!!” “A golden legendary card!
What incredible luck!” Elavin’s eyes lit up instantly.
After a while, the light gradually faded.
He quickly looked at the system panel.
Under [Summoned Characters], a new golden card had indeed appeared— [Gold / Gray] ‣ Ice-Make Magic: Instantly creates “static” ice of various properties for combat.
‣ Ice Devil Slayer Magic: Grants immunity to ice-based damage, allows the user to consume ice to recover magic power and stamina, and grants bonus damage against demons.
“Gray… one of the main casts of Fairy Tail?!” “Not bad.
Not bad at all…” After the initial excitement faded, Elavin slowly calmed down, his smile narrowing.
“But…” “Ice Devil Slayer Magic seems pretty useless in this world, doesn’t it?” The Harry Potter world had no demons, so the anti-demon effect was useless.
As for immunity to ice damage and consuming ice to recover power, those abilities were also of limited value—since wizards rarely used ice-type spells in combat.
Fire spells were far more common, such as Incendio, Flame Shield, and Fire God’s Path.
“Looks like Ice-Make Magic is the real useful one.” Gray’s Ice-Make Magic, in this world, was essentially an instant-cast, long-range, non-verbal, wandless freezing spell.
Imagine freezing an opponent instantly in battle…
You wouldn’t even need to freeze their entire body.
Freezing just their wand arm would already decide the fight.
Of course, that assumed the enemy could not perform wandless magic.
Fortunately, such wizards were extremely rare.
After inheriting Gray’s character card, Elavin had also inherited his complete combat experience and magical understanding.
That was why, even though the technique was complex, he was able to reach a high level in a single day.
This was not true instant mastery, but rather execution based on inherited experience.
“Now there are ten days left until school starts.
How should I spend this time?” After thinking for a while, Elavin decided to visit Diagon Alley again.
He wanted to buy advanced spells from Flourish and Blotts to study further.
Especially Dark Magic.
But there was one problem—he had no money.
So before going, he needed to earn some first.
….
Half an hour later.
Knockturn Alley “Sir, this is my first time in Diagon Alley, but I got separated from my mother.
Could you help me?” Elavin looked pitifully at a middle-aged wizard with a sinister expression.
“Heh heh heh…” “Lost from your mother?
Don’t worry, little one—I’ll help you.” “This uncle has the kindest heart.” The man’s smile was grotesque.
He looked at Elavin like a jackal looking at prey that had walked straight into its trap.
The boy looked like a helpless lamb, making it impossible to resist.
“Then please follow me, sir.” Elavin turned and walked away.
The wizard immediately followed.
Eight out of ten wizards in Knockturn Alley were Dark wizards—violent criminals with no morality.
This method of baiting them always worked.
Elavin walked faster.
The wizard followed faster.
Elavin turned into a narrow alley.
The wizard followed.
“Merlin’s boogers…” the man muttered.
“The little kid walked straight into a dead end.” “But that just makes things easier…” However, when he stepped in— There was no boy.
Only seven or eight people frozen into ice statues.
He recognized them all.
Regulars of Knockturn Alley.
People he had seen just days ago.
Now they were frozen solid like discarded bodies.
Each of them had a fingernail-sized hole somewhere on their body—forehead, throat, chest, or abdomen.
Their eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.
What had they seen before death?
The wizard’s expression changed.
“What the hell is going on?!” “Where is that kid?!” Cold sweat ran down his back.
He realized he had stepped into a trap.
But it was too late.
“Behind you.” A voice came from behind.
He reacted instantly, rolling aside while drawing his wand— But it was too slow.
Swish, swish, swish— Three magical bullets shot out in rapid succession, striking his wrist, thigh, and lung.
Requip Magic: Gunner!!!
Blood splattered, and his wand fell.
“Ah—!” The scream stopped instantly.
Ice-Make Magic!!!
His head was instantly encased in ice.
His consciousness collapsed.
His body fell heavily to the ground.
No movement.
Only terror frozen forever on his face.