bdsm-fiction Chapter 100 I am the Book of Wisdom
Chapter 100 I am the Book of Wisdom
Chapter 100 I am the Book of Wisdom
Lucas's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Professor, about that spell—when I cast the spell, I saw a ghostly image of a Gorgon emerging from the tip of my wand, which seemed to be Medusa from mythology."
"What's going on? Is it because of her appearance that my spell's power increased, which froze the three-headed dog? What should I do to ensure I can summon her again in the future?"
Dumbledore's eyes flashed, and he asked with great interest, "Medusa? You really saw her? Tell me about it in detail, okay?"
When Lucas recounted the whole process, Dumbledore laughed heartily: "Ah, that's a very rare magical phenomenon, what we call the illusionary form of a spell."
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"The phantom you saw is Medusa, the legendary witch whose gaze could petrify everything. You must have read about her myths since you were little and remembered them well, right?"
Lucas nodded.
"That's the reason. In the face of life and death, your desire to petrify Cerberus reached its peak. You subconsciously believed that Medusa from the myth could do it, so the powerful magic you unleashed responded to your call and materialized the spell in the form of Medusa."
"So, in a way, you've got cause and effect reversed. Your spell was strong enough that it turned into Medusa as you imagined; it wasn't that the spell became stronger because it turned into Medusa."
"You created Medusa; this is a fantasy form unique to you. Because you believed Medusa's petrification was the most powerful, that's why it became Medusa. If someone else used the same spell, their fantasy form would be different due to different perceptions."
"When a spell enters its fantasy form, it means that the caster's will has reached its peak, and its power naturally far surpasses that of an ordinary spell."
"As for how to conjure her next time, or how the spell can enter the illusion form, that requires a high level of magic power, a highly concentrated will, a deep understanding of the spell, and long-term, arduous practice."
Dumbledore blinked, a hint of expectation in his voice: "Right now, your Medusa is just an illusion. Perhaps one day, when you are powerful enough, you will be able to conjure up a real Medusa—which might even turn all your enemies into stone statues."
Lucas was deeply moved, and Ellie was equally excited. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if her most powerful ability, "Stun," could also enter a fantasy form.
Hmm, subconsciously, what do I think is the most effective at stunning someone? A giant wielding a big club?
Lucas wouldn't miss the opportunity to ask Dumbledore for advice and continued to press on the newly arising doubts.
"Professor Dumbledore, you said that my magic has reached the level of a third or fourth-year student. How is that possible?"
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"I've just developed early," meaning my potential is actually the same as a regular adult wizard. Or is this "rapid development," meaning I can reach a level higher than a regular wizard in the future?
Lucas used an analogy: "It's like a person's height. Did I grow to 1.6 meters early, but only end up growing to 1.8 meters? Or am I already 1.6 meters tall, but will grow to 2 meters or even taller as an adult?"
Dumbledore was amused by the analogy and chuckled softly.
"We all know that there are three periods in which magical power levels change. Before the age of eleven is the gestation period, from eleven to seventeen years old is the rapid development period, and after adulthood is the stabilization period with slow changes."
"In my experience—you reached this level at the age of eleven—"
Dumbledore's smile faded, and he looked intently at Lucas: "I believe you are the second type, Lucas. You will grow into a giant."
Such a judgment from the world's most powerful legendary wizard greatly surprised Lucas. But more new questions welled up in his mind.
"Professor, what is the reason for the rapid increase in my magic power? Or rather, how can I achieve such a rapid increase?"
Ellie listened intently, wishing she could do that too.
But Dumbledore simply smiled: "Magic is the greatest secret of wizards. Since the emergence of wizards, research into it has never ceased. How to increase magic power is naturally the most sought-after topic. But unfortunately, apart from those dazzling rumors and unrealistic fantasies, we have not found a stable way to increase magic power."
"The source of magic is still shrouded in a thick fog."
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"So Lucas, I can't tell you the secrets about you yet. But it's a gift from heaven, and I hope you can use it in the right way and not waste this talent."
Dumbledore glanced at the clock and knew it was almost time; Madam Pomfrey could burst in and kick him out at any moment.
"Finally, in recognition of the extraordinary courage you two displayed in the face of mortal danger and your spirit of protecting your companions—" Dumbledore solemnly announced, "I will add fifty points to each of your scores!"
Lucas's eyes widened, and Ellie's face flushed red; she almost jumped out of bed.
Lucas: 100 points! We got 100 points for Hufflepuff!
Ellie: 100 points! Now we won't have to worry about losing points anymore!
"However—" Dumbledore rubbed his hands playfully, "Lucas, Ellie, I have a small request—you see, it's only the first week of school, and if Hufflepuff's score hourglass is already significantly higher than the other houses, I'm worried that the children in the other three houses will immediately lose their motivation and slack off for the rest of the year."
"So, could you allow me to hold onto this bonus until the end of the semester and add it to your grades? You know, being a principal isn't easy—"
Lucas and Ellie exchanged a glance and laughed.
"Of course, no problem, Professor Dumbledore," Lucas readily agreed.
"Thank you for your understanding." Dumbledore stood up. "Lucas, I need to hurry and tell Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall the good news that you've woken up. They've come to see you several times these past few days, which makes me feel even more guilty."
"And your classmates, look, they're all waiting for you to wake up."
Following Dumbledore's pointing finger, we saw a table piled high with various gifts and cards, all from friends and classmates wishing him a speedy recovery.
Thinking that so many friends care about me warms my heart.
"I dare say, if it weren't so late at night, your bedside would be surrounded by people," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Of course, Lucas McGregor, a big celebrity among the students, you have quite a few fans." Mrs. Pomfrey walked in. "Especially that Hannah Abbott, she comes here as soon as she gets out of class, she practically treats the hospital like her dorm."
Yes, Hannah... she's really worried.
"It would be even better if your fan club wasn't held in the hospital." Madam Pomfrey said sternly. "Alright, it's time, Professor Dumbledore. Please go back now. The patient needs to rest."
Dumbledore walked to the door, then stopped and turned back again, his expression serious.
"I apologize again for the Cerberus incident. As a small compensation, besides extra points, do you have any other requests? I will try my best to fulfill them within my capabilities."
Lucas and Ellie were both stunned.
Professor Dumbledore, the greatest wizard and most powerful legend in the world, may we make another request!
This is truly a very precious and rare opportunity! We absolutely cannot waste it; we must think it over carefully.
Dumbledore blinked. "Seems like it's a bit hard to decide? That's alright, you can take your time to think it over, just let me know when you've made up your mind. Well then, get some rest, goodnight, children."
Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey went out together and closed the door. They went down the spiral staircase and through a long corridor, and finally Dumbledore spoke.
"Bobby, regarding the mysterious light that Lucas mentioned entering his body, have you discovered anything?"
"No, Albus," Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "I gave Lucas a very thorough full-body examination, but found nothing. Aside from the coma caused by this magical outburst, his body and mind are perfectly healthy, and I haven't found any strange effects."
"On the contrary, as you said, his magical abilities far surpass those of his peers, which is a great thing."
Dumbledore stopped and looked out the window of the corridor at the starry sky.
"Yes, it's a good thing."
"So what do you think that light is?" Mrs. Pomfrey asked.
Dumbledore simply smiled and did not answer.
Lucas went to the pile of gifts and unwrapped them. They were mostly candies and snacks, along with many cards wishing him a speedy recovery. Most were from friends he knew, Hufflepuff classmates, but there were also some he had never met before.
Why does it feel like my fame has grown even more after I was hospitalized?
Among these gifts, Lucas was surprised to find five large bags of handmade cookies and candies, including thumb cookies, nougat, and chocolates, which were delivered by the kitchen elves led by Lance, seemingly one bag a day.
Lanchi also left a card, expressing his heartfelt wish that the respected Mr. McGregor would recover soon and lead them to fulfill Hufflepuff's legacy, making Hogwarts' kitchen even better and creating more heartwarming dishes.
Lucas suddenly noticed that, along with the small gifts, there was a familiar package.
It was a big bag of random things: a newt tail, amethyst, garlic cloves... and that lucky diary.
"Your roommate Ernie brought these for you," Ellie said. "He thinks we're having really bad luck and need these lucky charms to help us."
Lucas nodded and placed the package on the bedside table.
"Go get some rest, Ellie. Tomorrow's Saturday."
Ellie nodded: "I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
"Bad news."
"Apart from the first potions class, we missed all the classes in the first week of school."
"And what's the good news?"
Ellie laughed: "We don't have to do homework."
"That's great." Lucas smiled too. "Hopefully, after two more days of rest, you'll be fully recovered, and we can go back to class on Monday."
Ellie pouted. "Monday morning, Potions class again. Ugh, I'd rather I wasn't sick by then so I could skip Potions class."
"That won't do, we've already fallen behind by a week." Lucas shook his head. "I think we need to find a senior student to give us some extra lessons, or we can talk to Professor Sprout and see if she has any good ideas."
But Ellie didn't respond. Lucas turned his head and saw that she had already lay down and fallen asleep.
Lucas went over, tucked the blankets in for her, and then pulled up the curtains to surround her.
The ward fell completely silent. Perhaps because he had just woken up, Lucas felt quite energetic and didn't want to sleep for a while. It was a pity that Ernie only brought this bag of lucky charms whose purpose he couldn't quite figure out, and didn't bring Hufflepuff's Kitchen Notes for me, otherwise I could have studied them.
He simply pulled out the lucky diary and examined it closely. Memories of the train journey flooded back; what secrets did this old diary, possessing such powerful protective magic, hold?
Lucas held the diary, flipping through it again and again, when suddenly a thought struck him, and an unexpected impulse surged within him, as if a flash of inspiration had crossed his mind.
Driven by this strange feeling, he immediately got up, found a quill pen and an ink bottle on another table, dipped the quill pen in ink, and started scribbling in the diary.
On the homepage, below "TM Riddle," he inexplicably wrote his name, "Lucas McGregor."
Then, in the next instant, Lucas's eyes widened in shock. He clearly saw that the ink he had just written on was absorbed into the diary like a sponge absorbing water!
What's going on? Before he could react, a line of writing appeared on the paper.
"Lucas McGregor, is that your name?"
Lucas was startled and turned to look. Ellie was fast asleep, and the school hospital was quiet.
After hesitating for a moment, Lucas wrote: "Yes, who are you?"
The sentence was still absorbed into the diary, and the original line of writing disappeared, replaced by several new lines.
"I am a book of wisdom created by a great wizard."
"Do you crave power? I can teach you the most exquisite and powerful spells. Your name will be sung by all, and you will become a respected and powerful figure."
"Do you crave wealth? My mind is full of clever tricks and ways to get out of debt. Just do as I say, and you'll soon be incredibly rich and living a life of extravagance."
"Do you crave knowledge? Spellcasting, potion-making, herbalism, magical zoology, astronomy... I know the most cutting-edge secrets in every field of magic."
"Do you crave power? I know how to be popular, how to gain power, how to consolidate your power, and how to smoothly ascend to the position you desire. If you're willing, I can teach you step by step to become the most powerful person!"
"Do you crave love? Believe me, no one knows sweet talk and how to please others better than me. As long as you accept my guidance, everyone will be infatuated with you and unable to extricate themselves. The sweetness you desire will come to you effortlessly."
"Luca, what do you crave? What do you want?"
Tell me, and I can answer everything for you!
Luca stared in disbelief at the words, each line so captivating, radiating an alluring light.
This is amazing!
He immediately wrote it down with great enthusiasm.
"Excuse me, how do you cook a toad?"