Outside the orphanage,
A faint smell of blood filled the air.
It felt as if everything had just happened.
The dean approached Moen with trembling steps.
She looked at the boy she regarded as her own son with eyes full of worry and concern.
Her heart was filled with a strong emotion.
There was both the relief of surviving a disaster and the fear and unease about the unknown.
She reached out her hand, trembling.
He stroked the top of Moen's head.
His eyes were filled with affection and tenderness.
"Moen, Moen! Are you hurt? Do you feel any discomfort anywhere?"
She examined him carefully, afraid that he might have even the slightest scar.
She tried hard to suppress her inner panic.
The tears in the corners of her eyes still betrayed her true emotions.
The moment the dean placed his hand on Moen,
Moen, who had been supporting his body the whole time.
Finally, he could no longer hold on.
His body went limp.
It fell straight forward.
They completely lost their balance.
"Moen!"
The dean exclaimed in surprise.
She quickly stretched out her hands,
He gently pulled Moen into his arms.
She felt the boy in her arms.
That body was so weak.
This intensified her sense of guilt.
She should have faced these challenges herself, but instead, her "child" had to shoulder everything for her.
She cursed herself in her heart.
"I'm fine, Dean."
Moen's voice remained calm.
I was just a little out of breath.
He tried to raise his hand to comfort the extremely anxious dean.
"I just used up too much magic power. I need to rest for a bit, and I'll be fine."
"Yes, magic! This is all incredible," the dean murmured in astonishment.
Her eyes were filled with surprise,
And it is also filled with even deeper worries.
She hugged him even tighter.
"You're exhausted! I shouldn't have left you to handle all this alone!"
The dean could no longer hold back his tears.
Moen felt the warmth emanating from his body.
The Dean's kindness.
"I need to become stronger! And I must become even stronger!"
He whispered to himself,
We vow to ensure that such a tragedy never happens again!
He raised his head.
He smiled at the dean, who looked guilty.
"Please help me up. I'm fine, this is just temporary exhaustion. I'll recover soon."
He desperately needs to rest now.
The dean used his thin shoulders to help Moen up.
She helped him back to his room step by step.
Moen could clearly sense it.
The dean's thin body trembled slightly.
And tears streamed down her aged face.
She was constantly worried about herself.
But I couldn't give her enough protection!
This cruel world,
We must master true power!
Moen sat against the soft headboard.
Adjusting my breathing,
A warm current slowly reverberated within my body.
He could feel his magic power being restored.
But this speed is too slow.
Once the battle begins,
It's far from enough to support him casting several similar spells.
He felt his dwindling magical power.
My anxiety grew stronger.
This time, it used two "space-time oscillations," one "invisibility spell," and one time exile.
That completely depleted his magical reserves.
He is clearly aware of his current shortcomings; his strength is far from sufficient.
"My mutated spell is powerful, but it consumes too much energy and can only support four spells!"
He felt the faint remaining power within his body.
My heart suddenly tightened.
If it weren't for this battle, he wouldn't have known that he was so desperately short of magic power.
He clenched his fist.
The sense of crisis within me grew stronger.
The current objective is to defeat Rocky.
If we don't strengthen our capabilities quickly, we probably won't be able to complete it at all.
"It's too risky for me to defeat Loki right now. One Avada Kedavra curse from him and I'd be done for!"
With the magic power we currently possess and this pitiful amount of combat experience, a head-on confrontation is definitely not an option.
He desperately needed more powerful and insidious skills.
To carry out his "decapitation strike" against Rocky.
Using underhanded tactics whenever possible is the way to survive.
He could feel the urgency of time; he needed to find more information and more time to understand the knowledge he had acquired.
Before that crazy future arrives!
"Furthermore, we cannot place all our hopes on other powerful spells!"
He took out the book "Advanced Time-Space Magic" from his spatial bag.
We started researching.
After all, the practice of magic is the orthodox path.
He cannot rely solely on the rewards from the "system"!
He just wants to become a stronger person!
An being capable of controlling and protecting everything.
On the other side,
The Ministry of Magic, located in London
Barty Crouch, the head of the Department of Magical Execution, was wearily dealing with the documents on his desk.
He had an unusually busy day, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"These guys are all thinking about their pathetic rights!"
He angrily slammed the quill pen in his hand onto the table.
It made a muffled thud.
He roared, venting his inner resentment.
"His power is being eroded little by little."
Just then,
His office door was flung open abruptly.
A young wizard walked in looking flustered.
That wizard was clearly not one of Crouch's men.
He said urgently, "Barty, the Magic Detection Division, something's happened, regarding the Integrated Trace System!"
Crouch's face was grim.
He took off his glasses and slammed them down on the table.
His tone was also unusually cold.
It was as if it could freeze everything: "Didn't I tell you! Don't disturb me unless it's an emergency! Why didn't you knock! And what did you call me! I'm the Director! Did you just join the Ministry of Magic?"
"Yes, yes. I'm very sorry, sir, I really have no other choice."
The young wizard hurriedly nodded and bowed, apologizing profusely.
Afraid of angering the person in front of them,
The "Living Yama" was already on the verge of exploding in rage.
His attitude became even more humble.
He was sweating profusely.
He reported anxiously, "As you know! The Integrated Tracking System has always been functioning normally. Its purpose is to detect whether underage wizards are using magic illegally!"
He swallowed hard, his voice filled with awe, "But! It seems there's a problem with the detection! One young wizard tested positive, so I..."
He placed the document in front of Crouch.
"First grade? I can't even be bothered to look."
Crouch said in a dismissive tone.
"You know this is a small matter, so don't bother me!"
His tone became even more agitated.
"No, Director, please take a closer look! This person is very special! He comes from Hogwarts! He is a half-blood wizard, and his name is Moon White!" His voice became even more anxious.
He knew this was no small matter.
Because they need to use wire mesh tracking to find criminals.
There's a problem with the heddle system now.
Crouch picked up his glasses again and put them on, then casually picked up the documents on the table.
I glanced at the records in the document.
His expression instantly turned serious: "Invisibility Charm? And a Stun Charm? And both are used in the Muggle world?"
He muttered to himself as he continued browsing the report in his hand: "Wait! It was a few months before I went to Hogwarts?"
Crouch seemed to realize something, his gaze sweeping over the documents on the table with shock; the recorded dates seemed strangely eerie.
He slowly raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on the person reporting: "Are you sure this is true? A few months ago! Then the child wasn't even in school yet?"
"Records show that his file at the time indicated that he... hadn't had time to apply for his own wand yet!!"
The person giving the report spoke in a low voice, extremely cautious, afraid of saying something wrong that might anger the officer in front of him.
Crouch's brow immediately furrowed into a deep frown.
There was no trace of fatigue left on his face.
He became unusually clear-headed and vigilant.
"Not even enrolled yet? Haven't even gotten your wand yet, how are you going to use it in the Muggle world? You idiot!" he roared angrily.
"Someone must have embezzled the funds for the heddles! I want to see who's so bold!"
He raised his head, his cold, penetrating gaze fixed directly on his subordinate.
"Get me the name of the person in charge of the silk production line! I want to see who's got the guts!"
Crouch's roar echoed through the office.
The wizards under his command, trembling with fear, turned and ran out without uttering a word.