The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 59: Wizards are Gods

So that's how it is. That's how it is. That's all there is to it.

The wisp of mist that had troubled Ian for so long seemed to be silently dispelled at this moment, and he saw that the road ahead was not just a path to the summit.

And... the scenery in the sky after the clouds and mist have cleared.

"Wizards are gods..."

obviously.

This compares wizards to beings with godlike power, so it becomes a matter of course for wizards to bestow rules upon matter, just as God would.

"If new rules are being given, then how come the Transfiguration spell eventually loses its effectiveness...?" Ian didn't voice his doubts.

Because in the next moment he had already figured out the answer himself.

Wizards are gods, and the gods in this context are actually the magic that wizards are born with. This magic belongs to them, so it is also a manifestation of great power returning to themselves.

Any form of material distortion, and the redefinition of the form of matter, originates from the workings of magic, which, as "god," distorts and rewrites the Creator's rules.

When magic exists in the transformed object, it can be seen as new rules covering up old rules, and naturally, it can change everything at will.

however.

If separated from the wizard, magic will eventually be gradually depleted and disappear, perhaps due to the self-correction of the material world, or perhaps due to other reasons.

In short, when the magic to change things disappears, the rules that were covered by it will naturally reappear in their original form, just as Lily Potter's Transfiguration lost its effect the moment she died.

Because the source of the magic no longer exists.

Even if it hasn't been completely depleted yet.

The transfiguration technique could not be maintained.

"Perhaps it's not a depletion, but a return of magic?" Ian knew that to verify this conjecture, he could only use a successful transfiguration spell to prove it.

"Vera Verto!"

Ian picked up his wand again and cast a transmutation spell on the matches on the table.

This time.

He abandoned complicated ideas and regarded himself as the creator.

[Successfully cast Polymorph; Polymorph level increased]

Ian's personal panel changed, as did the matchstick on the table; it turned into a slender iron needle with delicate patterns on it.

"Exquisite spellcasting, perfect understanding!" Even though Professor McGonagall had anticipated it, she still couldn't help but exclaim in amazement when she saw the finished product of Ian's transformation.

It seems the Sorting Hat really didn't make a mistake.

A Ravenclaw successor from a thousand years ago... So amazing!

"Ian! You're amazing!" Michael clapped enthusiastically from the side. With someone taking the lead, the surrounding students clapped along, whether they wanted to or not.

After all, they are Eagle School and Badger School.

Ravenclaw students won't be jealous if their own classmates finish their assignments, and since it's something to be happy about, Hufflepuff will naturally be happy too.

"What exactly did the professor just write?!"

"Is it a unique technique of Transfiguration?"

"Damn it! I didn't see it!"

The conversation between Ian and the professor has left everyone puzzled. Many Ravenclaw hawks are frustrated, feeling they've missed a unique teaching opportunity.

"Thank you, Professor. I think I understand... but this doesn't completely answer all my questions." Ian first thanked Professor McGonagall for her guidance.

immediately.

He stared at the fine needle on the table and began to ponder deeply.

"The study of Transfiguration is a never-ending process, and at least you've done a good job at this stage." Professor McGonagall nodded and began to instruct the remaining students who had not yet completed Transfiguration.

The classroom was bustling with activity.

Many of the young wizards who had completed their transformations were repeatedly trying to undo and revert to their transformations, while Ian kept staring at the needle on his desk.

"A small part of my magic has fallen into dormancy, but it still exists within me..." Ian felt the connection he now had with the needle on the table.

obviously.

Although the magic was not actually "consumed", the "influence" contained within the magic continued to maintain the shape of the needle on the table.

He could clearly sense that if he severed this connection, his magic would immediately break free from its dormancy, but at the same time, the "effect" applied to the match would also disappear.

The iron needle will turn back into a match.

This is beyond doubt.

"The influence that each magic can exert is actually limited. When I exert a sustained influence on reality, the influence contained in that magic will be released into the real world."

"The level of a wizard's magic power determines the amount of influence within that magic power, which is why the higher the magic power level on my personal panel, the stronger my magic power."

The first day of school.

Ian gained a deeper understanding and appreciation of magic.

of course.

This does not mean that his previous understanding was completely wrong.

After all, it was just a deviation from the right path, not a wrong one; it simply meant failing to see the more essential aspects of magic. This was actually related to the magic Ian had been studying.

Existing magic.

These are all results summarized and compiled by others.

They belong to the category where you only need to study the results of others to reach the area that others have already explored, so Ian has been exploring other people's things all along.

Whether it's a curse or not.

It is still the runes of ancient shamans.

They are all actually designed to better leverage the "influence" within magic, guiding this "influence" towards a predetermined direction and outcome.

The Killing Curse leads to death.

The arson curse directs the fire.

That's all.

Under such learning conditions

Even though Ian had recognized the limitations of spells and the many possibilities that Niven possessed... he overlooked the fact that magic itself represented infinite possibilities.

"Spells, like Niven, are merely means, mere guides."

The more Ian thought about it, the more open-minded he felt.

Indeed, as Professor McGonagall said, the wizard's magic is the foundation of "gods," and wielding "influence" is the true path to heaven!

"Vera Verto!"

Ian wanted to verify his understanding, so he chanted the incantation again. The gleaming silver needles on the table changed again, turning into wisps of green smoke as if they were being peeled away layer by layer.

"Wow! It's smoke! How cool!"

"It's the same color as the underwear my sister wore this morning!"

The surrounding young wizards gasped in surprise.

Professor McGonagall, who turned around at the sound, was startled. Her serious face turned horrified in an instant, and she raised her wand without thinking.

"Transformation aborted!"

The spell's effect was incredibly powerful.

The drifting smoke instantly transformed back into the original match.

"what?"

Ian felt the return of that [influence]. He looked up blankly and saw that Professor McGonagall, who had been so kind just moments before, was now charging towards him like an enraged lioness.

"Mr. Prince! There are no age restrictions in Azkaban!"