Like a reservoir constantly expanding, already far surpassing the period of an Advanced Apprentice.
Outside the window, the morning in Town 69 had already begun to bustle.
Gray smoke rose from chimneys of every house, blending with the low clouds in the sky, like rice paper dyed with light ink.
Faint energy traces were faintly visible in the smoke, a result of the Abyssal aura interacting with ordinary combustible materials.
Ron got up and waved his hand casually.
The teapot in the room floated automatically, pouring a cup of tea at the right temperature, which floated steadily to his side.
The surface of the tea was as calm as a mirror, not a drop spilled, showing his gradually increasing precision in magic control skills.
This delicate magic control was almost an impossible task before becoming an Official Wizard.
Even with the aid of magic like the "Ring of Brilliance," it was difficult to achieve such precise control.
