Chapter 24: Tracing the Source

Allen Finis, having figured everything out, felt somewhat disheartened; although he had understood the mechanism of casting magic in this world, it seemed to offer him very little help for his current situation.

Just as every middle school student knows the principle of making a nuclear bomb, but if you actually asked them to build one, they'd probably be completely at a loss.

Learning magic is the same; knowing the mechanism of casting magic only allows one to cast magic better, perhaps improving one's learning speed, but these aids are limited, and one is still far behind those genius wizards.

Thinking of this, Allen couldn't help but feel discouraged; spending so much effort only to gain this little made him feel very uncomfortable.

No, don't I still have the characters on the notebook?

But it seems they aren't useful at all!

Although Allen couldn't understand the information in these characters, he knew with his toes that these key-value pair informations must be the subjective consciousness of the spell effects when he cast the spell himself, translated into this form.

For example, when Allen casts Lumos, the information of the effect of Lumos imagined in his mind will be converted into key-value pairs one by one:

Size of the light ball: 1 inch;

Color of the light ball: white;

Position of the light ball: tip of the wand;

Then send these messages out, and the Will of the World will instantly manifest various magical effects; if the data transmitted has problems, the spell will fail, or even cause a magical accident.

If it's just like this, why did I need to look at the characters on this notebook that no one can understand? Can't I just read the spellbook? Every spell on it is explained clearly, and there are teachers to explain it; why did I have to work so hard to study something whose answer I already know? Allen thought painfully.

He flipped through the notebook casually, feeling very depressed, feeling as if he had rejoiced in vain.

Suddenly, his gaze froze; he discovered that the key-value pairs on the notebook were not one-to-one correspondences; some key-value pairs were empty!

Could it be that some keys have not been used yet?

Allen felt excited again, but soon he smiled bitterly: he must translate all these characters before he could verify whether his thoughts were correct.

At this moment, an abnormality suddenly occurred!

The characters on the notebook became unstable, and then began to self-combust!

Allen quickly held the notebook and slapped it against the wall to extinguish the fire, but the fire kept growing larger; Allen had to throw it into the washbasin, then turned on the faucet to pour water on it, but the fire on the notebook seemed not to be ordinary natural fire; no matter how much water he poured, it wouldn't go out, and Allen just watched as his notebook turned into a pile of black ash in the water.

"Could it be that these characters all have magical effects? Ordinary parchment cannot carry them, so self-combustion occurred?" Allen pinched his chin, thinking; his intuition told him this explanation was correct.

It seems I need to conduct more experiments! It feels like this direction is very promising. Allen made a silent resolution.

At this moment, Allen suddenly realized an important question:

Today's eyes were randomly generated; then when the next random generation happens, won't they disappear when I sleep tonight?

Allen quickly walked out of the washroom and saw the clock on the tower, only to discover that it was already almost 12 o'clock.

I must speed up; otherwise, I won't sleep tonight, and this talent transformation won't happen again.

The most urgent task now is to grasp more information about this eye and figure out whose eye this actually is. Allen thought quickly in his heart; at this moment, he felt his body was not so uncomfortable anymore.

The first people Allen thought of now were Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore.

So he ran quickly towards Professor McGonagall's office, forgetting what kind of image he currently had, which caused many young wizards to exclaim in surprise.

But he didn't care about that anymore; he almost "burst" into Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall frowned, looking at the disheveled Allen: "Mr. Finis, did you get into a fight with someone and then come to complain?"

Allen then suddenly realized that his chest was covered in bloodstains, his body was covered in various kinds of dust, his face was pale, and he looked as if he had just fought someone, and moreover, he had lost.

He hurriedly explained: "Nothing, I just fell down myself!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Allen with a face full of disbelief: "Mr. Finis, Hogwarts does not allow school violence; you can tell the truth!"

"Nothing, I really just fell down myself!" Allen hurriedly defended himself.

Although she still didn't quite believe it, Professor McGonagall still waved her wand and used a cleaning spell to help Allen clean his robes and face, so that he wouldn't look so disheveled.

And at this moment, Allen opened his eyes in surprise—he also saw the appearance of the light screen on Professor McGonagall's wand! He also saw the characters flowing on the light screen.

This eye can actually see the information emitted when others cast magic!

That's too powerful; you know, in the Wizarding World, there are many ancient pure-blood wizarding families, and they have many spells that are not easily passed on; and if I just remember their spells and wand movements when they cast magic, and then deduce what their subjective consciousness was like when casting the spell based on the information on the light screen and the magical effects, wouldn't I be able to master their secret techniques that are never passed on?

Allen's mind immediately conjured up an image of him chasing wizards from various families to "exchange" magic in a friendly manner; as long as they cast a spell completely in front of him, he only needed to take a look, and he would learn it instantly.

This ability is truly "pregnant" whoever you look at!

Allen smiled foolishly, and Professor McGonagall mercilessly slapped him awake.

"What are you thinking about? What exactly happened today?" Professor McGonagall asked with a cold face.

Allen then suddenly realized something was wrong; how should he tell Professor McGonagall? If he said he could see the information when casting magic, he would probably be immediately taken to a magical institution for research; he guessed he wouldn't even be able to continue his studies.

I need to think of a reason quickly. Allen's brain was working at high speed.

"It's like this; I feel that the eye transformed from the wand talent today is a bit wrong; I think it's the eye of a magical creature, so..." Before Allen could finish speaking, he was immediately interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

She reached out, lifted Allen's chin, and carefully examined Allen's eyes; after a long while, she said: "It really does look quite similar."

Allen hurriedly added: "Before, you said in class that you cannot transform into magical artifacts or creatures, so I thought to come find you."

Professor McGonagall let go of Allen. "You did listen quite attentively in class, but you misunderstood; ordinary objects or animals cannot be transformed into magical artifacts or animals, but wizards are also a kind of magical creature; theoretically, they can also be transformed into magical creatures, but this is only theory!" Professor McGonagall added.

Allen was stunned for a moment, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"Don't be scared; such examples are also very rare in the Wizarding World; your situation is also very rare and has great research value, but unfortunately, we cannot take samples of the eyes; we will not harm our own students," Professor McGonagall explained.

"Then what animal do you think my eyes look like?" Allen finally had the chance to ask this question.

Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, looked at Allen's eyes, and said:

"Thunderbird!"