A Dark Wizard Prodigy

Magic was the power of the mind.

Even though Muggles had no way to manifest the Power of the Mind by harnessing Magical Power, they still produced tremendous power, influencing the world on some wondrous level.

As the dosage of the Potions increased, Julia stopped wailing and thrashing about. Instead, she sat on the ground, looking dazed.

Her eyes were vacant, her mouth slightly open. She didn't move at all.

But Anton could clearly sense that extreme emotions were surging through the little girl's heart, far beyond what the human body could bear.

Happiness—overwhelming happiness.

Exhilaration—overwhelming exhilaration.

A lively, vigorous vitality, bursting with life.

As the Potions twisted and released her Power of the Mind, flooding her with far more positive emotion than an ordinary person could produce, the 'Destruction Shadow' gnawing at her heart began to fade, bit by bit.

It melted away like snow.

At last, it vanished without a trace.

The Dark Magic Creature had been dealt with.

But that wasn't all!

Anton didn't stop the Potions from taking effect. He simply watched the little girl's condition carefully.

The Trace left inside her by the Dark Magic Creature hadn't vanished with it. Like a scar, like a ravine, it had been etched permanently into the little girl's soul.

No, not just her soul. It was in her body, too.

Anton narrowed his eyes slightly. The 'Lake of the Mind' reflected the little girl's condition as he continued to examine her, bit by bit.

He seemed to sense a faint Magical Power slowly emerging from the ravine.

It was barely noticeable, but even so, many Wizards would have reached the same conclusion: this was a Wizard, not a Muggle!

"Whoa!"

Anton exclaimed. He'd really guessed right!

After the Dark Magic Creature inside a Muggle died, it left a