Magic Limit

In the blink of an eye, Damon had been studying at Hogwarts for nearly two months, which meant that a certain accumulation had once again reached its limit.

As the master of the Magic System, every breath you took represented abundant magic power.

With every breath, you gained 0.085 Magic Points.

Current System Level: 8

Current Magic Level: 8

Current Magic Points: 62916

Note 1: The system level was primarily linked to the magic level. As the system level rose, the host's breaths would possess even greater power!

Magic required for upgrade: 120000/180000

A month ago, he had already accumulated more than forty thousand Magic Points. After investing them all, the Magic System had risen directly from Level 7 to Level 8. Now, it was time to upgrade again.

Damon deliberately went to the Room of Requirement before he began allocating his points.

A magic level of 9 meant that, in terms of total magical power, he would officially rival Dumbledore. Although there remained a vast gap between them in their understanding of spells and Transfiguration, who knew what changes might occur?

As sixty thousand Magic Points were invested into the system, the system interface changed once more.

With every breath, you gained 0.095 Magic Points.

Current System Level: 9

Current Magic Level: 9

Magic required for upgrade: 180000/Max

Your current magic reserves have reached the maximum the host can possess. Until the host greatly improves their spellcasting ability, magic can no longer be increased.

Note: When your magic rises once more, you will become a new legend.

"Level 9 is the cap for now?" Damon raised an eyebrow. "So the Magic Points I earn from now on can only be used to improve my talents?"

He calmly accepted this reality and calculated inwardly—at his current breathing rate, he could gain 2,736 points per day.

"Hmm, does upgrading an expert-level talent once take a whole year? That's really long."

Looking at the four expert-level skills that each required one million Magic Points to upgrade by one level, Damon decisively closed the system panel and stopped paying attention to it.

Simply put, he could ignore the system for the time being.

On Halloween Eve, the morning sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

Damon still woke early, washing up unhurriedly amid the sweet, enticing scent of roasted pumpkin.

Beside him, Harry, Ron, and the others rubbed their sleepy eyes as they discussed the approaching holiday. Ever since Ron had been late to Potions Class and received a harsh scolding from Snape, no one in the dormitory dared sleep in anymore.

And as Damon's performance in class grew more and more dazzling, his four roommates had also become much more diligent out of a certain sense of crisis, often insisting on acting together with him.

In Charms Class, Professor Flitwick began teaching everyone the Levitation Charm, which made Harry's thoughts wander slightly.

Wasn't the Levitation Charm the very spell Damon had cast when he first enrolled? Back then, he had said they would learn it soon after starting school—but two months had already passed. That was not soon at all.

"All right, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been practicing!" Professor Flitwick stood atop his stack of books as usual. "A swish and a flick. Remember, a swish and a flick."

"Pronouncing the incantation correctly is also extremely important—never forget the wizard Baruffio. He said the 'f' as an 's', and found himself lying on the floor with a buffalo standing on his chest."

"Damon, could you set an example for us?"

Ever since Damon had completed Professor Flitwick's additional assignments for an entire month straight, the professor had started this routine—after demonstrating personally each time, he would have Damon demonstrate once more.

The two of them had once held a serious discussion about this.

Damon felt that this would place unnecessary pressure on the other young wizards, but Professor Flitwick solemnly told him, "Excellence can be contagious. If these young wizards are constantly influenced by outstanding peers, they will unconsciously become more outstanding as well."

"Damon, this is not about showing off. It is a very important responsibility. You should light the way ahead for them and let them know what a truly exceptional wizard can achieve at their age."

At the time, Damon had wanted to think it over while taking a sip of tea, only to discover that his cup was already empty.

"Would you like some more?"

Using the Levitation Charm, Professor Flitwick refilled Damon's tea.

"If some young wizard gets so discouraged that they want to drop out, I'm not taking responsibility."

"I believe these children are not so fragile, Damon." Professor Flitwick's smile was gentle and radiant.

Returning to the present.

At that moment, facing the young wizards before him, Damon softly but firmly recited:

"Wingardium Leviosa."

The feather before him slowly rose at a steady pace, eventually reaching the ceiling under everyone's gaze before descending to the ground at the same even speed.

"Perfect and precise control, a textbook-level Levitation Charm!" Professor Flitwick clapped from atop his stack of books. "Five points to Gryffindor for your textbook-level Levitation Charm!"

"Isn't five points a little too generous, Professor?"

"Don't worry, I heard Snape has been deducting your points lately?" Professor Flitwick winked at Damon. "I can't let our Duelling Prince be disliked by the other students because of the House Cup."

By the time Damon returned to his seat, Ron's face was already red as he began waving his wand. He could not wait to see his feather perform just like Damon's.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, windmilling his long arms.

"You said it wrong," Hermione said bluntly. "It's Wingardium Leviosa—the 'gar' has to be drawn out clearly."

"Since you're so clever, why don't you try it yourself?" Ron snapped in embarrassment.

Hermione rolled up her sleeves, waved her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Their feather rose from the table and hovered four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" Professor Flitwick shouted, waving his hands. "Everyone, look! Miss Granger has succeeded!"

"All right, stop looking at others, Neville. Focus on yourself."

"Yes, Damon!"

By the end of class, Ron was in an utterly foul mood. As Damon was once again kept behind by Professor Flitwick, Ron finally had the chance to complain freely to Harry.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her," he said to Harry as they struggled through the crowded corridor. "Honestly, she's a complete nightmare."

"Look at Damon—he's countless times better than her, but he never acts all high and mighty like she does!"

Someone bumped into Harry, then hurried past them.

It was Hermione.

Harry caught a glimpse of her face—and was surprised to discover that she was crying.

"I think she heard what you said."

"So what?" Ron said, though he looked slightly uneasy. "She must have noticed already. She doesn't have a single friend."

Harry knew Ron had done something wrong, but he could not bring himself to criticize him. He could only say:

"You'd better not let Damon find out. You know he doesn't like you badmouthing Hermione behind her back."

"I'd say it to her face too. How can that count as badmouthing her behind her back?"

Ron felt even guiltier, but his words remained stubborn.

Hermione did not show up for the next class, and she was nowhere to be seen for the entire afternoon.

Harry and Ron went downstairs toward the Great Hall to attend the Halloween Eve feast. By chance, they overheard Lavender telling her friend Pettigrew that Hermione was crying miserably in the girls' bathroom and would not let anyone comfort her.

Ron looked even more uncomfortable after hearing that.

But moments later, when they entered the Great Hall and saw the dazzling Halloween decorations, they immediately forgot all about Hermione.