Harry's Doubts

"Actually, mastering magic power is quite simple. You just need to find the flow of magic power during repeated magic power surges and identify the magic power gates within your body," Mu En said, leading Harry underground.

This was Harry's first time seeing the underground of Moonlight Castle. It wasn't as special as he'd imagined, with old wooden floors that creaked whenever stepped on. The corridors were lined with wine bottles from years past, or piles of miscellaneous items.

Mu En said calmly, "You can't expect me to have much time to tidy up an entire castle."

Harry felt awkward. Uncle Mu En, don't you think it's a bit late to be explaining this now?

He had already witnessed how messy the castle was this past week!

The castle's underground had wider corridors than the ground floor, and the rooms were much farther apart.

Oil lamps flickered in the corridors, the orange-red flames and darkness constantly intertwining, dancing an unending dance.

They arrived at a room called the Potion Room. Pushing open the heavy door, Harry saw a room filled with various glass instruments, cauldrons, and scales.

On the left and right sides of the room, besides various potion-making equipment, there were also piles of herbs and medicinal materials, or eyeballs, animal carcasses, and pickled cucumbers stored in jars.

Pickled cucumbers?!

Mu En paid no attention to Harry's gaze and instead took out numerous medicinal herbs and ingredients from a cabinet.

"You've already learned to brew Energy Potions and have mature potion-making experience," Mu En said. "Next, I'm going to teach you the Rousing Potion."

This magic potion was derived from the Rage Potion and belonged to a combat potion, capable of significantly boiling magic power and increasing spellcasting efficiency.

Of course, the Rousing Potion wasn't that potent. It merely caused a wizard's emotions to peak and their magic power to become restless.

It had a miraculous effect on stimulating young wizards.

After explaining the logic behind the potion and magic power training, Mu En began the potion brewing.

"I'll only do it once, so watch carefully. Until you can control your magic power on your own, you'll have to make all the potions yourself; I won't help you.

If you make a mistake and cause an explosion, corrosion, or consequences like diarrhea or intestinal perforation... I'll do my best to ensure you don't die!"

Harry's cold sweat poured down his face as he nodded repeatedly. He stared intently at Mu En brewing the potion, determined to engrave the preparation methods, ratios, and processing times of each ingredient into his memory.

An hour later, a pool of bright red liquid appeared in the cauldron. Mu En poured it out and then gave Harry time for follow-up questions.

After another ten minutes or so, this introductory potion class finally concluded.

Outside the castle, Mu En set up a dummy on the lawn and said, "If you don't have a target for your magic power outburst, aim at this. You can imagine it as anyone – Dudley, or your aunt and uncle, or anyone else you dislike at school."

Harry held the small bottle filled with the red Rousing Potion, feeling a bit nervous, his feet constantly shuffling on the grass.

Seeing this, Mu En didn't say much more. Some things didn't need excessive instruction; no matter how much was said, it wouldn't help. Everyone was nervous the first time.

After watching Harry drink the potion, he returned to Moonlight Castle and began reading the books he bought from Diagon Alley.

The red sofa had molded to his shape. As he lay down, the leather felt cool at first, but after a while, he felt as if he had merged into it.

Lucifer added logs to the fireplace, ensuring the fire burned brightly. Soon, the flames began to flicker up and down, a unique "sleeping posture" for him.

Without choosing advanced spellbooks or looking at what seemed to be unique transformation magic, Mu En first opened "A History of Modern Magic" by Bashat.

He used to prefer powerful spells and novel magic. Now, he preferred to find the developmental threads in magical history before conducting corresponding, orderly magical research.

Learning from history, becoming a student of the ancients...

Unlike the warmth within the castle, even in summer, the Scandinavian mountains were bone-chillingly cold, especially at the peaks.

However, Harry didn't mind the cold wind. All he felt was a surge of blood, his mind a jumble.

It was like the state Dudley was in when he was grumpy and unfocused after waking up.

Should...

"Heeey—"

Harry stood three to four meters away from the dummy, hands outstretched, letting out a muffled grunt, imagining he wanted to blast the dummy away with telekinesis.

"Haa—"

Harry exerted himself again.

The mountain wind blew a few blades of grass past Harry's eyes. The dummy remained the dummy, and he remained himself.

Nothing had changed.

"No, no..." Harry ran his hands through his hair, sounding frustrated. "It's not right! It's not like this!!!"

So annoying—

He felt incredibly irritable, but couldn't find an outlet for it, like an overinflated balloon, wobbling precariously in the air.

After feeling restless for a while, Harry suddenly looked up at the dummy's face, trying to imagine it as Dudley's face.

But no matter how much he told himself Dudley was right in front of him, it was useless.

Where did Dudley get so skinny?!

Whether it was the Dursleys or anyone who bullied him at school.

The aversion, anger, and even extreme hatred had almost completely faded.

This past week, the Dursleys had treated him like air. He hadn't been bullied, so where was the hatred?

A child's heart wasn't filled with so many desires. Even if he wanted to hate, he couldn't.

Harry stared intently at the dummy's face. It was no different from the mannequins used to display clothes in department stores, except it lacked facial features…

For some reason, perhaps due to the potion or some other influence, a face suddenly appeared in Harry's vision, overlapping with the dummy.

At the same time, his forehead scar began to burn with pain, causing his features to contort.

Scenes of flashing green light began to flicker before his eyes. A figure with no nose and no hair, laughing hideously, started to interweave with the dummy in front of him…

The pain in his forehead, his already agitated thoughts, the constantly flashing lights before his eyes, the screams in his ears, and the low, sinister laughter filled his mind…

As Harry let out an angry roar, a surge of power erupted from him.

With a loud bang, the dummy suddenly flew backward as if hit by a truck, smashing into the rocks behind it. It then tilted and tumbled, finally coming to a stop when it hit a massive Redwood tree.

Harry crouched, clutching the scar on his forehead.

At this moment, Harry remembered the scene from a week ago when Uncle Mu En was attacked.

It was exactly the same…

"Something's not right. Maybe I should ask Uncle Mu En…" Harry muttered, forcing himself to stand up. The mountain wind blew past, bringing a slight comfort to his sweat-soaked body.

Inside the house, Mu En had just finished reading the table of contents and synopsis at the front of the book. Before he could even open the first chapter, he saw Harry open the door and walk in.

"Uncle Mu En, I have some questions," Harry said, sounding somewhat impatient.

Mu En nodded and looked at Harry. "What questions?"

"I want to understand myself," Harry said, then felt his wording was a bit off. "My scar, something is wrong with it.

I… my scar suddenly hurt a lot just now, and then I saw a figure using a wand to cast a spell to attack me. A woman lunged forward and blocked the spell, turning into…"

For some reason, the more Harry spoke, the more his heart pounded.

He took a deep breath, remembering what Uncle Mu En had told him about not showing his emotions on his face. He then said as calmly as possible:

"I feel like that woman was my mother."