The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

As Aiden got closer, he could sense the magical energy emanating from the old man. The invisible pressure felt like a tangible force, crashing into his chest, causing his heart to tremble uncontrollably.

His breathing became rapid, his chest heaved violently, and a fine layer of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.

This old man was undoubtedly the strongest person he had encountered since he traveled to the present day.

"A four-star wand maker's cultivation level is definitely no lower than that of a four-ring wizard. Starting from the fourth ring, wizards undergo a complete transformation, also known as intermediate wizards. In the outside world, they can occupy an entire sub-dimensional plane," Aiden thought to himself.

"A mid-level wizard, with a single spell, can destroy an entire island."

"Alright, good luck. I know you have good talent," Master Valyria said encouragingly, looking at Iseli.

As for Aiden, he ignored him.

His wand-making apprentice level of expertise wasn't enough to warrant his critique; it would be quite an achievement if he even gave him a second glance.

"Thank you, Master." Senior Sister Iseli nodded, and together with Aiden, they found an empty laboratory and went inside.

The glass door to the laboratory closed behind them with a soft click, instantly shutting out the outside noise. The surroundings were so quiet that only the two of them could hear each other breathing clearly.

Upon entering the laboratory, Senior Sister Iseli quickly took out her wand, and a pale blue halo appeared at the tip of the wand, which quickly spread out and enveloped the entire space.

This is a silencing spell; it can block out sound.

"The Valyrian master's apprentice was killed by a dark wizard. His lineage is now severed, making this knowledge extremely important."

Senior Sister Iseli's expression became extremely serious, and she lowered her voice to a whisper, almost whispering in Aiden's ear, as if afraid that no outsiders would hear a single word.

Do you understand what I mean?

Aiden was stunned, his eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open. It took him a while to recover before he said, "These dark wizards have gone too far! They even dared to attack the master's apprentice."

"That's not the point. But in recent years, dark wizards have become increasingly ruthless towards us wizards with a second job. They like to kidnap white wizards with a second job and use them as tools for making money."

"Because it's far more difficult for dark wizards to obtain cultivation resources than for white wizards," Senior Sister Iseli said through gritted teeth.

"Is that so?"

Aiden became somewhat worried.

It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on my heart.

"It seems that all these black wizards are very dangerous..." Aiden thought to himself.

"Anyway, the black wizard thing isn't a problem right now. It's still safe here," Senior Sister Iseli comforted her.

She took a deep breath, reached out and patted Aiden's arm with considerable force, as if to wake him from those terrible thoughts and tell him to stop overthinking and quickly get his mind back on business.

"I'll tell you about the dark wizards another time. Don't underestimate them; there are some dark wizards even within the Wizarding Council. The existence of dark wizards is a legacy of history," Senior Sister Iseli emphasized.

"I understand," Aiden nodded and said.

No matter what, only one's own strength is the ultimate truth.

"The problem now is that the master's lineage has been broken, and he urgently needs an outstanding disciple or successor. If someone performs exceptionally well, they are likely to catch his eye," Aiden said earnestly.

He took a deep breath, his gaze hardening.

"That's right. If you have potential, you must show it. He needs a new candidate. If I can become his apprentice, we'll be thrilled," said Senior Sister Iseli.

Aiden smiled wryly and said, "Senior sister, you trust me way too much. Aren't you a genius yourself?"

Aiden raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, his lips pursed, his face contorted in a complicated expression.

Aiden was also a little puzzled.

The senior sister repeatedly emphasized that she should not hide her strength.

But Aiden knew that he only had one talent in wand making: the ability to see through the internal structure of wands.

Aside from that, it's just that its foundation is relatively solid, and there's nothing particularly outstanding about it.

"That's a woman's intuition. Alright, everyone's here, let's get ready to begin." Senior Sister Iseli didn't give Aiden a chance to answer, and began to close her eyes to prepare herself.

She placed her hands flat on her knees, her ten fingers slightly curled. A wisp of pale blue magic seeped from her fingertips, slowly climbing up her forearms, leaving fine lines on her skin where it passed, as if something was awakening within her.

Besides the labs of Ithelly and Aiden in the center, there are Ron and Harriet's labs on either side of them.

They were all strong competitors in the assessment, but apart from those two, the others were a level below them.

Ron, a middle-aged male wizard, was giving his female apprentice some serious instructions.

His thick eyebrows were almost knitted together, and the wrinkles on his forehead were so deep they could trap a mosquito.

The stubble on his chin stood out, giving him an aura that kept strangers at bay.

He bent down and leaned close to his apprentice, his voice very low, as if afraid of being overheard by others.

"Remember, I must advance. I also need the master's approval," Ron emphasized to the witch.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his right palm onto the table.

"Don't worry, my lord," the witch replied through gritted teeth.

She clenched her teeth tightly, her cheek muscles taut.

Aside from the wizarding apprentices at Rune Courtyard, in most wizarding organizations, the gap between a full-fledged wizard and a wizarding apprentice is enormous.

This difference isn't just about the amount of magic power; the more crucial factor is the depth of understanding of the wand's construction.

A qualified wizard can spot a problem at a glance, while an apprentice might struggle for half a year and still not get anywhere.

In the next room, the witch Harriet was giving the same instructions to her female apprentice.

Her voice wasn't loud, but her enunciation was extremely forceful, each word bursting out clearly.

He placed his right hand on his apprentice's shoulder, his fingertips tapping rhythmically.

"Keep it up, you still have a big advantage. Although Iseli is stronger than me, you are definitely stronger than her new apprentice. Now the apprentice's performance accounts for 10% of the evaluation, so you must firmly suppress her and everyone else," Harriet emphasized.

When she said the last sentence, she leaned forward, her face almost touching her apprentice's.

Her apprentice is exceptionally talented and, given enough time, will one day become a one-star wand maker.

Therefore, the witch Harriet was very confident. She couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

At first, she was worried that the apprentice Iseley brought was particularly powerful, but when she heard that the person was named Aiden, an unknown newcomer, she breathed a sigh of relief.