For two consecutive weeks, Luan had been traveling back and forth between Hogwarts and Xilin's cabin.
During that time, his spellcasting speed had improved from allowing Zalan to fire three volleys of arrows to only one.
But the outcome was no different, because Zalan's arrows could pierce through tree trunks half a meter thick.
If they were truly fighting, Luan would definitely have three more holes in his body.
Besides his casting speed, the duration of his spell effects was also steadily increasing.
Through spell practice again and again, Luan discovered that his magical power was growing faster.
After experiencing it for himself many times, Luan felt that the growth rate of his Wizard Bar was probably related to his training method of casting spells with all his strength until every last bit of energy was exhausted.
Could practicing at full strength every time be the key to increasing magical power?
Luan had previously believed that all he needed to do was practice spells more, becoming skilled through repetition, and he would achieve the magical effects he wanted.
Now, it seemed it was not that simple.
Whenever he pushed his spellcasting to its limit, both his body and mind felt as though they had been drained dry.
That painful state still frightened Luan whenever he thought back on it.
Still, seeing that the Wizard Bar above his head had reached three-quarters full gave his aching heart a little comfort.
On another return to Hogwarts, freed from Zalan's devilish training, Luan felt secretly pleased.
But this week, he was not the only one who was happy.
With the holiday approaching, every young wizard wore a smile.
Especially at the breakfast table on Monday morning, most students received little toys delivered by owls while eating in the Great Hall.
Skeleton pendants, bat