Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 59: The Wizard is God
So that’s how it is. It’s actually like this. That’s all.

The fog that had troubled Ian for a long time seemed to be dispelled silently at this moment. He saw that the road ahead was not just a climb to the top of the mountain.

And... the scenery in the sky after the clouds have dissipated.

"The wizard is a god..."

obviously.

This compares wizards to possessing divine powers, so it is natural for wizards to bestow rules on matter just like God.

"Since new rules have been given, how come Transfiguration will eventually lose its effect..." Ian did not ask about the doubts in his mind.

Because the next moment he had figured out the answer himself.

Wizards are gods. The gods here are actually the magic power that wizards are born with. The magic power belongs to themselves, so it is also a manifestation of the great power belonging to oneself.

Any form of distortion of matter, and redefinition of the form of matter, is caused by the operation of magic. Magic, as a "god", distorts and rewrites the regulations of the Creator.

When magic exists on things that are transformed, it can actually be seen as new rules covering the old rules, and naturally everything can be changed at will.

however.

If separated from the wizard himself, the magic power will eventually be depleted and disappear, perhaps because of the self-correction of the material world or due to other reasons.

In short, when the magic that changes things disappears, the rules covered by it will naturally return to their original appearance, just like Lily Potter's Transfiguration lost its effect the moment she died.

Because the source of the magic no longer exists.

Even if it hasn't been completely consumed yet.

The transformation still could not be maintained.

"Perhaps, it's not consumption, but the return of magic power?" Ian knew that to verify this guess, he could only use a successful transformation to prove it.

"Vera Verto!"

Ian picked up his wand again and cast Transfiguration on the matches on the table.

This time.

He abandoned complicated thoughts and regarded himself as the creator.

[Successfully perform Transfiguration, Transfiguration level increased]

Ian's personal panel changed, and so did the match on the table. It turned into a slender iron needle, and even had some exquisite patterns on it.

"Exquisite spellcasting, perfect understanding!" Even though Professor McGonagall had expected this, she still couldn't help but exclaim in amazement after seeing Ian's transformed product.

It seems that the Sorting Hat really did not make any mistakes.

The heir of Ravenclaw after a thousand years... so stunning!
"Ian! You're awesome!" Michael clapped happily. With someone taking the lead, the students around him followed suit, whether they were willing or not.

After all, it is the Eagle Court and the Badger Court.

Ravenclaw students will not be jealous when their classmates in their own college complete their homework, and Hufflepuff students will naturally be happy when others are happy about this kind of thing.

"What on earth did the professor just write?!"

"Is it a unique technique of Transfiguration?"

"Damn it! I didn't see it!"

The conversation between Ian and the professor just now still puzzled everyone. Many Ravenclaw eagles were very upset and felt that they had missed a special teaching opportunity.

"Thank you, professor. I think I understand...but this does not completely answer all my questions." Ian first thanked Professor McGonagall for his teachings.

immediately.

He stared at the thin needle on the table and began to think carefully.

"The study of Transfiguration is endless. At least you have done well at this stage." Professor McGonagall nodded and began to instruct the remaining students who had not yet completed the transformation.

The classroom was bustling with activity.

Many young wizards who had completed the transformation were trying to untransform and transform again, while Ian kept staring at the needle on his desk.

"A small part of my magic has fallen dormant, but it still exists in my body..." Ian felt the connection he now had with the needle on the table.

Obviously, although the magic power was not actually "consumed", the "influence" of the magic power was still maintaining the shape of the needle on the table.

He could clearly sense that if he cut off this connection, then a trace of his magic power would immediately break free of its silence, but at the same time, the "influence" exerted on the match would also disappear.

The iron needle will turn back into a match.

There is no doubt about this.

"The influence that each piece of magic can exert is actually limited. When I exert a continuous influence on reality, the influence contained in this magic will be released into the real world."

"The level of a wizard's magic power determines the amount of [influence] in a piece of magic power. This is why the higher the magic level on my personal panel, the stronger my magic power will be."

First day of school.

Ian has a deeper understanding and knowledge of magic.

of course.

This does not mean that his previous understanding was completely wrong.

After all, it was just a deviation from the right path, not a wrong one. It was just that he could not see the more essential side of magic. This was actually related to the magic that Ian had been learning.

Existing magic.

These are the results summarized and concluded by others.

They only need to study based on the results of others, and then they can reach the area that others have already explored, so Ian has been exploring other people's things.

Whatever the spell.

Or the runes of ancient wizards.

In fact, they are all for the purpose of better exerting the [influence] within the magic and directing this [influence] towards a determined direction and result.

The killing curse leads to death.

The arson spell causes burning.

That's all.

Under this kind of learning.

Even though Ian has realized the limitations of spells and the greater possibilities of runes... he has overlooked the fact that magic itself represents infinite possibilities.

"Spells and runes are just means, just guides."

The more Ian thought about it, the more open-minded he felt.

It is indeed just as Professor McGonagall said, the magic power of wizards is the foundation of "God", and exerting [influence] is the real way to heaven!

"Vera Verto!"

Ian wanted to verify his understanding, so he chanted the spell again. He saw that the shining silver needle on the table changed again, and began to turn into green smoke as if it was being peeled off layer by layer.

"Wow! It's smoke! So cool!"

"The same color as the panties my sister was wearing this morning!"

The little wizards around exclaimed.

Professor McGonagall, who turned around when she heard the voice, was startled. Her serious face turned horrified in an instant, and she raised her wand without thinking.

"Transformation aborted!"

The effect of the spell is extremely overbearing.

The drifting smoke instantly turned back into the original match.

"what?"

Ian felt the return of that [influence]. He looked up blankly, only to see Professor McGonagall, who had been so kind just now, rushing towards him like an angry lioness.

"Mr. Prince! There is no age limit in Azkaban!"

(End of this chapter)