What was currently the most popular form of magic in the wizarding world?
Without a doubt, it was those spells where wizards waved their wands while muttering incantations.
The more standard the movements and the more rhythmic the chanting, the greater the spell's power.
To that end, the Magical World had even produced a book called Standard Spells as a textbook for young wizards.
Obviously, magic that could be cast by meeting various standards was widespread for a reason: it was extremely easy to cast.
Correspondingly, its drawback was equally obvious: its upper limit in power was very low.
It was like how no one had ever heard of a rigid martial arts performer winning a free-fighting match.
Upon entering the underground palace, Cypher and the others were mildly stunned by the sight before them.
The floor was paved with blue-black tiles, as though they stood in the underworld.
Above them stretched an endless, profound darkness. Only beams of light extended from it, falling straight to the ground and connecting heaven and earth.
Tiny particles, or perhaps some strange spores, filled the air.
Under the illumination, they produced an extremely distinct Tyndall effect.
But it did not matter. They were all puppets. If their real bodies had taken an unguarded breath here, they might have ended up lying in the school infirmary.
"Where do you think the professor hid the magic?"
Cypher suddenly bumped heads with the person beside him, and Iris's voice echoed in his mind.
"Obviously! Right in front of us!"
Cypher offered no further explanation and motioned for everyone to follow him.
Stopping before a beam of light, Cypher signaled for everyone to watch what he did.
He stepped into the beam, and it let out a hum... It was so simple that it felt unbelievable.
Then,