From the moment magic was born, it was destined to contradict science.
Even the scientist from over three hundred years ago who was struck on the head by an apple and went on to discover gravity would have been unable to understand what principle wizards used to lift objects of different weights with magic.
"Reparo—"
The fifteen-inch alder wand with a Phoenix Feather core immediately flashed with dazzling red light at its slender tip.
"Shit!"
His constantly trembling wand made Vincent, who had shown remarkable foresight, swiftly crouch down with his hands over his head.
"Pop, pop, pop..."
Every time a small piece of the packaging bag exploded, Gu Gu's little head twitched.
It was probably counting how many times those firecracker-like sounds would ring out.
At least, that was what Vincent believed as he curled up behind the sofa while pretending to remain calm.
The facts proved that it was not because he was talented enough to learn anything at a glance. Rather, for some unknown reason, he could find the right answer under specific circumstances.
"Seeing the future? A sixth sense? Or some kind of superpower..."
Vincent was counting too, except he was counting all sorts of abilities science could not explain.
By the time the packaging bag had shattered all over the floor, he and Gu Gu stared at each other from afar as though they had both suddenly woken up.
"What do you think it is?"
"Gu Gu~"
"Is there really such a strange magical talent...?"
He had actually understood owl language.
No, it would be more accurate to say that he felt as though he understood it.
"Felix Felicis..." he muttered as he flipped open his Potions Class textbook, only to discover that there was no relevant introduction in the first-year material at all.
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