Chapter 146

"Then why must we study Dark Magic with caution?"

Professor Fuliwei stood on a log table, waiting; he knew that this Ravenclaw he favored would say something different.

Things like Dark Magic being highly destructive and difficult to control were things he had heard countless times.

"Dark Magic is generally considered to have an irreversible corrosive effect on the user, which is one of the reasons why it is called Dark Magic."

Sean was still quite familiar with Dark Magic, thanks to the extremely in-depth descriptions of it in the original work:

Dumbledore specifically pointed out: engaging in Dark Magic involving murder causes damage to the soul.

He once told Professor Sineipu that Malfoy's soul "had not yet been so severely damaged," which meant he likely had not killed anyone yet, but if he truly went through with it, his soul would be "torn apart."

This indicates that using very dark magic, such as the Killing Curse, causes damage to an individual's soul.

And creating a Horcrux, a form of dark magic, involves truly splitting the soul to achieve the unnatural goal of immortality.

"Secondly, just as all spells require the caster to have a clear intent to be cast correctly, powerful Dark Magic also requires malicious intent to be successfully cast."

Sean added, and he was particularly impressed by this point.

If a wizard wants to use Dark Magic, they must possess "pure malice," and such malice has a profound impact on a young wizard who lacks sufficient experience.

"An incredible answer!"

Professor Fuliwei almost jumped up.

"You must remember, Mr. Green—Dark Magic is varied, numerous, ever-changing, and endless."

Fighting against them is like fighting a multi-headed monster; just as you cut off one head, a new one immediately emerges, even more ferocious and cunning than the last.

We are facing something unpredictable and indestructible. But—"

Professor Fuliwei changed his tone.

"Dark Magic is like a blade; those with malice in their hearts have dirty ways of using it, but it is ultimately tied to the user's purpose—Flipendo!"

Professor Fuliwei waved his wand, and the squirrel that had just climbed into the window was knocked flying.

But miraculously, it did not suffer much harm and was guided by Professor Fuliwei's silent Levitation Charm to land on the ground.

"Flipendo!"

Professor Fuliwei cast again; this time, the books in front of him were not so lucky, being knocked far away and slamming heavily against the wall.

Sean was thoughtful.

The one who ultimately casts Dark Magic is the wizard, and it is closely related to the user and the user's purpose, such as in the final memories:

Dumbledore stated that Professor Sineipu killing him, an act of "helping an old man avoid pain and humiliation," would not damage his soul.

It is like the blade used for robbery and the blade used to fight a criminal; they can both hurt people, but they cannot be lumped together.

"Did you see clearly, Mr. Green?"

Professor Fuliwei had not seen such an intelligent and studious student in many years; he appreciated this wisdom and effort, which was why he was exceptionally kind and patient.

"Yes, Professor."

Sean raised his wand, focused yet expectant; after all, whether one's magical talent is excellent or not is revealed the moment one first comes into contact with magic.

Out of caution, Professor Fuliwei still held his wand; young wizards sometimes struggle to control their strength, which is why the Professor needs to be present.

"Flipendo!"

A massive surge of magic erupted from the tip of Sean's wand, sweeping across every object in the classroom in an instant—tables, chairs, kettles, and even the squirrel that had just climbed in were all knocked back violently with Sean at the center.

Professor Fuliwei was caught off guard and flew to the ceiling again, though this time he instantly released a silent spell.

Sean was somewhat dazed; inspiration leaped in his mind like an elf. He waved his wand, instinctively casting the Knockback Jinx along the opposite path, and an emotion of "wanting to knock the flying objects back" filled his heart.

And so, the objects in the classroom actually returned.

【You have practiced the Knockback Jinx to an expert standard, proficiency +50】

【You have practiced the Knockback Jinx to an expert standard, proficiency +50】

【A new Dark Magic field title has been unlocked, please check】

【A new wizard talent has been unlocked, please check】

Oh no, I really am a Dark Magic genius.

This was Sean's first thought.

Even worse, Professor Fuliwei had flown up.

This was Sean's second thought.

"A jaw-dropping talent!"

Professor Fuliwei did not blame Sean at all; he waved his wand excitedly and quickly descended from the air to stand before Sean.

"So unexpected... so incredible..."

Professor Fuliwei paced on the classroom floor, his voice high-pitched and trembling, unsure if it was from surprise or shock.

Taking this opportunity, Sean opened his panel:

【Title: Dark Magic Apostle】

【Slightly increases perception of Dark Magic, slightly enhances Dark Magic talent】

As expected, Sean held his breath and continued to look down.

【Wizard Sean, Dark Magic Talent: Gold (Dark Magic Apostle title already applied). Note: Average wizard is Green】

【Evaluation: You are a rare genius in the field of Dark Magic in history; Dark Magic will actively embrace you; you are a natural King of Dark Magic】

King of Dark Magic?

Isn't that the Dark Lord?

Sean was stunned.

This is pure slander! Pure slander!

Friday.

Sean had completed all the requirements for the scholarship—Herbology, Potions, Astronomy, History, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration—he had mastered almost everything a first-year student needed to know within a month.

Especially in Transfiguration and Charms, he had gone very far, comparable to some older students.

As for History... his notes for History of Magic were said to be so popular they were sold to graduates.

Sean had no idea where the Hogwarts graduates got the news, nor did he know what they used them for.

And today, Sean stood outside the Headmaster's office, waiting anxiously and expectantly for the big event—the awarding of the scholarship.

From the moment he entered school, he had worked persistently toward this goal; his focus and love for magical learning had made up the vast majority of his time at Hogwarts.

In the spacious, beautiful circular Headmaster's office, all kinds of silverware were dazzling, and beside the silverware, the blackened kettle was still bubbling.

"Ah, Minerva, do you think Mr. Green will obtain this scholarship?"

Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind his large oak desk, his half-moon spectacles slid to the middle of his nose, and his pair of bright blue eyes gazed over the top of the lenses at the twilight outside the window.

He seemed to casually pull one letter from the pile of exquisite letters on the desk:

【To the Hogwarts Scholarship Review Committee:

I hereby formally and strongly recommend Mr. Sean Green for this special scholarship with the utmost solemnity.

Mr. Green is the most outstanding student in terms of talent and character I have seen in my many years of teaching. He not only mastered all core subjects with top grades, but the precision of his practical Charms and the talent displayed in Transfiguration far exceed the level of lower-year students. What is especially precious is that this young gentleman, while relying entirely on his own circumstances, has shown resilience, self-discipline, and kindness beyond his years. The brilliance of his character, talent, and effort can no longer be hidden by his humble appearance.

He is fully deserving of this funding and has the potential to become the pride of Hogwarts.

—Minerva McGonagall.】