Chapter 386: Second Practical Trial

The space within the Book of Wizards expands day by day, because Wizard Sean is constantly grinding his proficiency in it.

Now, the Book of Wizards has reached [Beginner], and at this rate, Wizard Sean will be able to create two master-level alchemical artifacts by his second year.

Once he completes the final category, he will achieve Alchemy Master status by his second year.

This also means his hidden cards will grow richer, and he’ll be better equipped to handle unexpected dangers in the magical world.

Beyond that, he had been carefully considering how to broach the subject of a practice session with Grandpa Marcus.

So time arrived at the third morning.

Marcus sat leisurely on his usual sofa, reading the newspaper, wisps of steam curling from his black tea.

“Grandpa Marcus…”

As Wizard Sean spoke, Marcus swiftly folded his newspaper and smiled warmly at the young wizard.

Upon hearing the request, he hesitated slightly—he hadn’t forgotten his last humiliating defeat.

“It seems you’ve made considerable progress. Oh, how heartening.”

Marcus ventured cautiously.

“Just a small gain.”

Wizard Sean answered honestly.

“Good! Then unleash your strongest magic—you’ll see your Grandpa Marcus is hailed by the Auror Department as the most unbreakable wall!”

Marcus instantly regained full confidence.

Of course, his dear little Green was a rare genius in wizarding history, but even a genius couldn’t be this unreasonable, could he?

A twelve-year-old wizard defeating a seasoned Auror who had fought for a decade—no such thing existed in the magical world.

Wizard Sean also felt a flicker of excitement as he walked toward the field, opening his panel:

【Name: Wizard Sean Green】

【Transfiguration Talent: Purple (Transfiguration Master title already granted). Note: Average wizards are Green】

【Transfiguration Categories:】

【Magical Transfiguration: Beginner (70/900)】

【Material Transfiguration: Skilled (50/3000)】

【Soul Transfiguration: Skilled (200/3000)】

【Evaluation: A wizard who has reached Master level in Transfiguration, showing early combat prowess among Masters, possessing transfiguration magical depth unimaginable to wizards below Master rank】

Master-level Transfiguration, combined with his mediocre physical constitution…

Overall assessment: barely capable of confronting elite Aurors.

Wizard Sean looked further down:

【Dark Arts Talent: Gold (Dark Arts Saint title already granted). Note: Average wizards are Green】

【Impediment Jinx: Master (700/?)】

【Petrificus Totalus: Master (100/?)】

【Sectumsempra: Master (300/?)】

【Confringo: Expert (2000/9000)】

…

【Advancement: Seven Master-level Dark Arts spells unlock the Dark Arts Master title】

【Evaluation: You are a rare genius in the history of Dark Arts; Dark Arts embrace you willingly; you are born to be the King of Dark Arts】

Dark Arts had always required the least time from Wizard Sean but yielded the greatest returns.

Even without emotional investment, his understanding of Dark Arts came almost instantly—he learned once, mastered immediately.

Not to mention, in recent times, he’d often been sent to the dungeons for detention.

His Dark Arts progress matched Professor Snape’s grim expression in speed.

Now, he already had three Master-level Dark Spells; if this continued, he might achieve Dark Arts Master status by his third year.

Barely keeping pace with his plan.

But would he be able to defeat an elite Auror like Marcus?

As he pondered this, they reached an open field.

“Give it your all!”

Marcus raised his wand, visibly energized.

“I’m starting.”

Wizard Sean said.

“Come on—let me see what progress you’ve made—”

Marcus called out.

“Impedimenta.”

“Petrificus Totalus.”

Wizard Sean swept his wand horizontally—a flash of gray-white light passed.

The Elder Wand seemed to have long gone without such unrestrained release; now, its entire length trembled faintly, without hindering the spell.

“Finite Incantatem!”

“Protego!”

Marcus remained calm.

But he had clearly forgotten one thing.

Last time, the young wizard had used a silent spell while practicing Animagus transformation; now, the boy had spoken the incantation aloud.

Everyone knew this made the spell significantly stronger.

“Something’s wrong…”

Marcus instantly Apparated to another spot.

Where he had stood, the barley on the ground first slowed, then froze solid as if petrified.

“Not bad—but this isn’t enough, child!”

Marcus said.

“I understand, Grandpa Marcus.”

Wizard Sean nodded.

Then, as if making a decisive choice, when he opened his eyes again, his gaze had sharpened far beyond before.

“Fire Dragon Wings—”

Wizard Sean pointed his wand diagonally upward, commanding.

Under Marcus’s incredulous stare, he witnessed a terrifying sight:

A five-meter-tall dragon made of flame, its face surrounded by a ring of strange, spiky protrusions, was spewing mushroom-shaped clouds of fire into the sky.

But it wasn’t over—Wizard Sean silently muttered and thrust his wand downward:

“Stone Pillar Advance—”

Marcus could no longer feel his legs; he guessed they were trembling.

He was utterly immobilized, watching as a five-meter-tall stone statue surged toward him, each step shaking the earth.

Across from him, Wizard Sean’s face turned pale.

These two transfigurations had already pushed him to his limit.

Yet he still had some mental reserve left.

As for these two spells—long ago, after obtaining Professor Dumbledore’s notes, after achieving Transfiguration Master status—

he had once believed he had reached a profound, sluggish stage in Transfiguration.

But after comprehending Ritual Magic, he suddenly realized: why couldn’t Transfiguration be a form of Ritual?

Wizards hadn’t found fitting incantations or gestures didn’t mean they didn’t exist.

Thus, “Fire Dragon Wings” became his first experiment.

Like “Stone Pillar Advance,” it drastically reduced his mental expenditure.

“Grandpa Marcus, I’m going all out!”

Wizard Sean suddenly said.

“What—?!”

Marcus was about to Apparate when these unexpected words halted him; he widened his eyes, staring at the young wizard.

At the same time, he realized he wasn’t merely unable to feel his legs—he was bound by vines that had appeared without warning, and worse, stones he had transfigured now gripped his legs tightly.

Wizard Sean, leaning on his exhausted body, his gaze grew even sharper.

“Grandpa Marcus, be careful—”

His robes snapped violently in the cold wind, the tip of his wand blazing with intense light.