After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

A guesthouse by a remote seaside in an obscure little country in Southeast Asia.

Greenlido drew the curtains of the guesthouse and locked the door.

He was originally a travel anchor, traveling the world and making videos. He had just arrived in this small country with few tourists.

He specifically found a secluded guesthouse by the sea, where there was no one for several kilometers around, which made it convenient for him to try out products.

After confirming that no one was around, he sat cross-legged on the bed and opened the system panel with a thought.

On the panel, the number of magic crystals in the account was clearly displayed: seventeen low-grade magic crystals.

These magic crystals included some he obtained by hunting first-tier magical beasts, and two as a reward from Mentor McGonagall.

He also made money from dealing in gadgets on the black market.

According to the exchange rules, a first-tier bloodline requires five magic crystals, and a first-tier magic wand also requires five. After exchanging, you will still have seven magic crystals left.

Grindelide took a deep breath and pointed to "Firefeather Crimson Sparrow Bloodline (Tier 1)" in the exchange list.

[Confirm exchange for the Firefeather Crimson Sparrow bloodline, consuming 5 low-grade magic crystals?]

"confirm."

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of scalding heat instantly erupted from the void and seeped into his limbs and bones.

A familiar feeling.

It was exactly the same as when he first fused with the bloodline of the Firefeather Crimson Sparrow in Blackstone Castle in the Western Continent.

The ferocity in his blood, the bestiality of the Fire-feathered Red Sparrow, rushed into his brain along with his blood.

It was as if it wanted to tear his reason apart and turn him into a half-orc who only knew how to kill.

If he had just entered the game, he might have been overwhelmed by this animalistic instinct.

But it is different now.

He was already a first-tier wizard in Kyushu.

Having studied meditation and runes with Master McGonagall for so long, my mental strength is many times stronger than before.

Grindelwald closed his eyes and skillfully began practicing basic meditation techniques.

Mental strength, like an impenetrable net, steadily suppressed the bestial nature within his blood.

Guiding that scalding magical power, it slowly circulated along his meridians, nourishing his body.

I don't know how much time passed, but the burning sensation gradually subsided.

Grindelwald opened his eyes, sensing the changes within his body.

magic.

A truly magical power.

Although it is much weaker than when it was in the Western Continent, probably only one-tenth of the size of the one in the Nine Provinces, it is still real.

He could clearly feel that warm, fire-attribute magic flowing slowly through his meridians, obeying his commands.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Grindelwald couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the laughter grew louder and louder until tears were almost streaming down his face.

He truly brought the extraordinary into the real world!

He is no longer the travel anchor who travels everywhere.

He was the world's first wizard!

Grindelwald suppressed his excitement and tapped his finger on the "Tier 1 Superior Black-Veined Firewood Wand" in the exchange list.

[Confirm exchange for a Tier 1 Superior Black-Veined Firewood Magic Wand, consuming 5 Low-Grade Magic Crystals?]

"confirm."

A flash of white light, and a completely black magic wand appeared in his hand.

The familiar weight, the familiar temperature, and the four basic runes engraved on the wand: conduction, fusion, amplification, and retrieval.

It was crystal clear; it was exactly the same wand he had used in the Western Continent for almost half a year.

Grindelwald gripped his wand, feeling the resonance between the wand and his own magic, his heart pounding.

He raised his wand, his wrist flashing through the air as he drew the rune he knew best—his natal fire rune.

The moment the rune was finished, a flash of red light appeared at the tip of the wand.

"call--"

A fist-sized ball of crimson flame floated in mid-air, its scorching heat instantly raising the temperature of the entire room and turning his face bright red.

Grindelwald stared at the flickering flame, his eyes shining with an alarming intensity.

It really can.

Magic really can be used in the real world!

With a flick of his wrist, the flame spun in the air before extinguishing instantly, leaving not a trace of ash.

Greenlido quickly drew a few more basic alchemical runes: Energy Gathering, Channeling, Solidification, and Wind Blade.

They all succeeded.

Although its power is much less than in the Western Continent, the structure of the runes is correct, and the effect is real.

Grindelwald sat on the bed, taking a long time to calm his racing heart.

He took out his phone and opened an encrypted chat group.

There are six people in the group, all of whom are players he met in Xizhou.

There's Bruce, the second-in-command of a North American gang, and Tom, a wealthy white real estate tycoon.

There's Sophia, a young girl from a European noble family, a capitalist in finance, and a PhD in biological research.

When these people first entered the game, they were all incredibly arrogant.

Accustomed to a life of luxury, they thought the Western Continent was a backward medieval place, and that the wizards in black robes were just old-fashioned charlatans who didn't take them seriously at all.

It wasn't until they witnessed the wizard casually burn down half the castle with a fireball and turn people into ice sculptures with a wave of his hand that they realized what was happening.

This is not a game.

This is truly an extraordinary world.

Capitalists are quick-witted; one by one, they immediately humbled themselves and went to work as handymen for the wizards.

He served tea and water, cleaned, and did all sorts of dirty and tiring work, all in order to learn some extraordinary knowledge and have the opportunity to become a wizard.

But they were unlucky; after all this time, they were still just laborers, unable to even get close to becoming first-tier wizards.

Of all the players in the entire Western Continent, only Grinleydo was accepted as a personal disciple by Mentor McGonagall and became the first Tier 1 wizard.

These people had already started currying favor with Greenley, calling him "Boss Greenley" in the group chat, hoping that Greenley would give them a hand.

Greenleaf typed a line of text on the screen and sent it:

In reality, I've become a wizard.

The group was silent for three seconds.

It exploded instantly.

[Holy crap? Grimm, you can't be kidding! How could someone become a wizard in real life?]

[Really? Aren't you traveling the world?]

[Boss Green! Are you serious?!]

A series of messages popped up, all expressing shock and disbelief.

Without saying a word, Greenleaf sent a short ten-second video.

In the video, he holds a magic wand and casually waves it, creating a fireball that floats in mid-air, distorting the air as it burns.

The group chat went completely silent.

A full five minutes passed before someone finally sent a message, their hands trembling:

[Boss Green! Where are you? I'm booking a flight to come see you right now!]

"I'll go too! Money's no object! I'll pay you as much as you want! As long as I can become a wizard!"

My family has a medieval antiquarian library with lots of books on runes; I'll move them all over there for you!

A smile crept onto Greenleaf's lips.

Just as he had imagined.

These people are willing to give up anything for the sake of extraordinary achievements.

He typed another line:

Tomorrow morning, Brook Farm in the Yorkshire countryside, the one Tom owns, it's in a remote location, no one's around.

Come over to discuss cooperation.

I want to build an extraordinary force.

I need your money and your connections to help me gather all the knowledge related to runes and the supernatural.

I want all of them, whether they are runes from China or runes from Western wizards.

In return, once I develop a stable bloodline potion, I will give each of you a dose, so that you can all become true wizards.

Those who want to come, will be there on time tomorrow.

If you don't want to come, just pretend you didn't see this message.

After sending the message, he immediately put his phone on silent, closed his eyes, and began to meditate, familiarizing himself with the workings of magic in reality.

The next morning, at Brook Farm.

This is Tom's private farm. There's no one around for dozens of kilometers. It's very remote, and even the signal isn't very good.

In the farm's living room, the five people sat upright, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Tom, in his forties; Bruce, a burly gangster in his twenties; and Sophia, a sixteen-year-old blonde girl.

There were also financial capitalists and biology PhDs; the five men and women kept glancing towards the door, looking restless.

The door was pushed open.

Greenley walked in.

He was tall and handsome, with dark red vertical pupils, his hair was dyed with a touch of fiery red, and there was a conspicuous tuft of fiery red down on his shoulder. He carried a faint magical aura belonging to the Firefeather Red Sparrow.

He looked exactly like the first-tier wizard Grindelwald they had met in the Western Continent.

The five people stood up abruptly, their eyes wide open and their breathing quick.

"Mr. Green, you really... became a wizard in reality?" Tom's voice trembled.

"Yes."

Grindelwald walked to the head of the table and sat down, placing his wand on the table and speaking calmly:

"I don't have much time, so I'll just get straight to the point."

"I want to create an extraordinary power, and I'll call it Hogwarts."

"I need you to provide funds and connections to help me collect all information related to runes and the supernatural, whether it's from the East or the West, the more comprehensive the better."

"In return, once I develop a stable bloodline potion, each of you will receive one and become a true wizard."

"It's that simple."

Sophia's eyes shone like stars as she cautiously asked, "Mr. Green, may I... see your magic?"

"Can."

Grindelwald picked up his wand and casually drew a line in the empty space.

"call!"

A fireball the size of a basketball appeared out of thin air, hovering in mid-air. The scorching heat made the faces of the people burning, and even the water glasses on the table began to steam.

"My God! It really is magic!"

"That's amazing!"

"I agree! I'll offer fifty million US dollars! No! One hundred million!"

"I have hundreds of men under my command; feel free to use them!"

Several people went crazy instantly, scrambling to express their opinions, afraid that if they were late, they wouldn't get a turn.

Grindelwald watched their excitement, leaned back in his chair, and his smile deepened.

Hogwarts.

It is officially established today.