After Damon finished writing his reply to Professor McGonagall, he picked up the wax on the table and lit the candle with fire. As the flame danced, the wax slowly melted and dripped onto the seal of the envelope. Then he gently pressed it with a seal with simple patterns, leaving a unique mark.
Just when all this was ready, a slight cry suddenly came from the windowsill, breaking the silence in the room.
Damon looked up and saw a brown owl standing quietly on the windowsill, its big eyes staring straight at him, its feathers shining with golden luster in the sun, revealing a sense of chic.
"Coo coo coo."
The owl on the windowsill called softly, stretched out a claw to hold the letter, but still did not leave. The eyes seemed to have some kind of magic, locking Damon tightly.
Damon was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the owl was asking for benefits.
He looked around, and for a moment he didn't know what to take out for the little guy.
"Coo, coo, coo!"
The little guy had been waiting for a long time, and now he had no patience left. He jumped up angrily and pecked Damon's finger. The force was not light, and he hissed in pain. Then he flapped his wings quickly and flew away without looking back.
"Good fellow, you are so angry."
Damon shook his hands and looked at the flying owl. Instead of being angry, he laughed.
He was experiencing everything in this world, so it was impossible for him to be angry about a part of the experience, even if this part was not so beautiful.
[Ding! Detecting that the host was in contact with the messenger owl, opening the branch - affinity with magical animals]
[Affinity with magical animals - LV1 (beginner)] 1/100
[Can establish preliminary contact with some relatively docile magical animals. Although he can understand the basic emotions of animals, his ability to communicate with them is relatively limited. ]
Damon looked at the translucent blue panel that suddenly appeared in front of him, and curiosity and surprise appeared in his eyes.
Obviously, this animal affinity can be upgraded with magic points.
Now, something that is not beautiful has become beautiful.
Magical animals? There are all kinds of magical animals in the world of Harry Potter, and the one that impressed him the most was the dragon.
"I wonder if I can ride a dragon for fun when I get more points in the future?"
Damon imagined that scene and chuckled.
But let alone that he doesn't have enough points now, even if he has enough, he won't waste it on animal affinity. The most important thing at the moment is obviously to upgrade his magic level.
After sending the reply, Damon began to wait patiently.
Days passed, and life in the orphanage remained dull. Damon got into the system.
The sun shone into the yard, and the light spilled in from the windowsill, projecting on the yellowed wooden floor. As the windowsill was blown by the wind, the light and shadows floated.
[Current magic points: 1]
[Magic points required for upgrade: 999/1000]
Three days passed, and on the fourth day, almost at the moment when the magic points were gathered, Damon clicked on the extra + sign without hesitation.
As the points were added, a different kind of power surged up from deep inside Damon.
At first, this force brought a slight feeling of swelling and heat, as if being gently wrapped by the warm sun.
Then, the feeling became stronger, as if countless tiny electric currents were shuttling back and forth in the meridians, and the numbness was accompanied by a vigorous vitality.
Damon couldn't help but close his eyes.
At this moment, he vaguely sensed a hazy existence.
Elegant, quiet, precise, and powerful.
"Is this magic?"
Damon opened his eyes, followed the throbbing in his heart, and gently waved his hand.
"Huh!"
It seemed that a breeze blew over, knocking over the ink of the fountain pen on the table. The ink was like a winding black snake, gradually dripping onto the ground.
Damon was stunned for a moment, then laughed, picked up the collapsed ink again, and began to clean up the stains on the ground, enjoying it.
Afterwards, he sat back in his chair and opened the system panel.
[The magic system has been upgraded to level 2]
[You will gain 0.02 magic points for every breath]
[Current system level: Level 2]
[Current magic level: Level 2]
[Current magic points: 2]
[Magic points required for upgrade: 1000/5000]
[Mastered skills: omitted]
"Has the magic point reward doubled?"
Damon noticed that the magic points required for upgrade are now 1000 points at the beginning.
In other words, if the magic he currently has is calculated numerically, is it 1000?
"Although magic is idealistic, magic can also be a reference. Dumbledore's magic value is 180,000 points - well, can it be achieved within a year?"
Damon planned and came to the open space specially set aside for practicing magic, and began to experimentally control the floating of feathers.
Before wizards use wands and leave their childhood, they are born with the ability to cast spells without wands. This is why many young wizards cast spells unconsciously when they are emotional before entering school.
However, Damon's body is filled with a 30-year-old soul. Since he crossed over, he has almost never been emotionally excited, let alone angry, so he didn't realize that he was in the magic world.
Although he knew the spell of the levitation spell, Damon did not risk reciting it. After all, the cost of reciting the spell incorrectly might be something he could not afford.
He relied on his own thoughts, feeling the magic flowing through his body, and imagined the feather floating under his control.
Professor McGonagall seemed to have encountered some accidents. Damon waited for more than two weeks, and even upgraded the magic system twice, but the other party did not come.
[The magic system has been upgraded to level 4]
[For every breath, you will gain 0.04 magic points]
[Current system level: level 4]
[Current magic level: level 4]
[Current magic points: 2]
[Magic required for upgrade: 10001/20000]
[Mastered skills: omitted]
"One eighteenth of Dumbledore's magic level, I should have the magic level of a third-year wizard now, right? But I can't compare with the protagonists."
That day, Damon felt the magic slowly growing with his breathing in the room as usual, and his heart was full of tranquility.
Suddenly, there was a steady and powerful sound of footsteps outside the door, and he subconsciously raised his head.
The door was gently pushed open, and a tall black-haired witch in an emerald green robe stood in front of the door. Her robe was stained with a little dust, and her expression was a bit tired. Only her green eyes were still sharp, revealing a gentle majesty.
"Damon White." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded in the room, steady and powerful.
"Professor McGonagall."
Damon stood up respectfully and bowed slightly. His understanding of Professor McGonagall flashed through his mind.
The master of Transfiguration and the vice-president of Hogwarts, she was old-fashioned but gentle. As long as you treat her with a serious and humble attitude, she is an ideal elder.
"How do you know it's me?"
Professor McGonagall looked at this boy who seemed to have a unique temperament, and was a little curious.
Damon looked calm and steady as he answered,
"There is only one older and mature woman in the entire orphanage, the director. You are the second. In addition, I can feel the leap of magic in your steps."
Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Most young wizards of Muggle origin can indeed vaguely feel the existence of magic before entering school, but that perception is often vague, and only when they are emotionally excited or in danger will they cause some inexplicable strange phenomena.
But Damon can identify her magic so directly and affirm its existence, which is unusual.
Professor McGonagall's glasses flashed with light, and she looked at Damon and whispered, "Prove
it to me."
This child is the last one she wants to take, and perhaps it wouldn't hurt to take some time to communicate with him.
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