A Monkey, Not a Wizard

Tom, through precise measurements, determined that using Andros's flight spell, he could fly at a maximum speed of 280 kilometers per hour.

If you activate the Supernatural Mode, the magic control becomes more precise, and the speed can reach 350 kilometers per hour, which is still a long way from the Thunderbird's 500 kilometers per hour.

Gellert Grindelwald's flight spell is much slower, reaching a maximum speed of no more than 200 kilometers per hour, but it is more agile.

With the help of airflow, the high-difficulty maneuvers such as turning and rolling are much more agile than Andros's spells.

Although some people say that "speed on curves is true speed," Tom thought that when flying in the sky, why bother with so many fancy turns? They're completely unnecessary.

He is now trying to merge the two spells, using the magic to repel gravity and generate a reaction force as the main force, and then using his wings to create airflow to amplify this power.

The idea is nice, but one leans towards Dark Magic and the other towards white magic. Trying to reconcile them is harder than getting Snape to praise Harry.

Every day, he would go into the Meditation Hut in Supernatural Mode to try out new spells and share his insights with Gellert Grindelwald and Andros.

Listen to their feedback, go through the process repeatedly, and slowly find the trick.

I spend half of the afternoon playing with my two sisters and the other half studying.

Greengrass's own collection of books was astonishing enough, but he also had many wizards' notes and insights.

Mrs. Greengrass was also busy, bringing back facsimile editions of books from Nott, Rosier, Malfoy, and the Lestrange family's collections.

"Lestrange?" Tom raised an eyebrow. "Aren't their whole family locked up in Azkaban?"

Mrs. Greengrass pointed to the east and explained with a smile, "That's the France Lestrange, who was related to the Britain Lestrange before they separated."

"The books in the collection before the division in the 18th century were all the same; the difference lies in the additions over the last two centuries."

Tom suddenly realized that the author was a distant relative; no wonder he was able to get his hands on the books.

Suddenly, Daphne's excited shouts rang out from outside. The girl ran into the library, carrying several magazines in her arms.

His face was flushed from running, and he was panting heavily. "Tom, your paper has been published! Almost half the magazine is yours!"

In her hand was the July vintage of "Brewing Glory," yes, the very same phrase Snape always used.

"Brewing Glory, stopping death"—the motto of the Extraordinary Potioneers Association, whose monthly magazine is also named after it.

Tom beckoned, and a glass of water floated over by magic, which he handed to Daphne: "Catch your breath first, don't rush."

Tom opened the magazine; the papers were all written by him, so there was no need to read the content, and he went straight to the end.

The title was very fitting: a full member of the Extraordinary Potioneers Association, not just a prospective one.

It's important to know that joining the Extraordinary Potioneers Association is harder than climbing to the sky. You have to concoct a bottle of Felix Felicis under the supervision of a full member before you can become a prospective member.

To become a full member and enjoy the association's resources, one must undergo a test at the Switzerland headquarters.

If you drink seven poisons within a specified time and then concoct an antidote, you become a full member; if you fail, you can only try again in your next life.

Tom was lucky; he not only received the Silver Cauldron Medal, but also had Snape's help in getting it.

Before leaving school, Snape said he could help him skip the exam, but he never gave a definite answer.

Tom was finally completely relieved after seeing the article in the magazine.

Once you become a full member, you can use association points, Potions recipes, and improvement techniques to exchange for the materials and Potions you need.

For him right now, it's like a godsend.

The system panel flashed.

[Host's first academic paper has been published. 1000 academic credits and 100 achievement points have been awarded. The paper's impact is rated as medium. Subsequent monthly rewards of 100 academic credits will be provided.]

Tom stared at the panel, a slow smile spreading across his face. It turned out that the correct way to use the academic genius system wasn't to learn on his own, but to influence the world with his academic abilities.

There are rewards for publishing papers, inventing products, and changing the way of life in the Wizarding World.

He used to focus on "improving himself," but now he realizes the real goldmine is "influencing others."

If he doesn't use his academic abilities to achieve something, what's the difference between him and a salted fish?

Tom reached out and ruffled Daphne's hair, smiling as he said, "Daphne, you're such a lucky star to me."

"Hehe." Daphne didn't understand why Tom said that, but she still smiled foolishly, her eyes curving into crescents.

Astoria arrived too, standing quietly to the side, and said earnestly to Tom, "Tom, congratulations."

The two sisters have such contrasting personalities; one is loud and boisterous, while the other is quiet and reserved, yet both are incredibly adorable.

Mrs. Greengrass also came in, smiling, and said, "This is fantastic news! The Extraordinary Potioneers Association is full of old fogies."

"Tom, you've become a full member at such a young age, we must celebrate! We'll have a big meal tonight!"

Tom smirked, inwardly thinking, "Hasn't it been a feast every single day these past few days?"

Back in his bedroom that evening, Tom readjusted his schedule: he moved some of the time he spent practicing flying spells in the morning to the evening.

He spent the rest of the morning working on alchemy, as the materials Mrs. Greengrass had helped him find were gradually arriving.

Since publishing papers earns academic credits, wouldn't inventing things that don't exist in the Wizarding World also be rewarded?

Tom took out his notebook and wrote a line on the last page, "A new communication method in the Wizarding World."

The Wizarding World's communication methods are so outdated. Apart from ridiculously expensive treasures like Two-way Mirror, everyone else relies on owls to deliver messages, which is incredibly slow.

To replace owl delivery and fireplace communication, and to invent several products that do not exist in the Wizarding World.

Just as Tom was figuring out how to make his move, the door was quietly pushed open a crack, and Daphne's deliberately hushed voice came through.

"Tom, are you asleep?" The voice was so soft, barely audible, that Tom almost didn't hear it.

"Daphne?" Tom responded, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"Hehe, it's nothing, I just couldn't sleep and wanted to hear your story," Daphne said, pushing open the door and skipping in.

She was wearing pajamas, her hair was loose, and she was barefoot on the carpet.

Tom looked up and saw Astoria standing outside the door, staring at her sister in disbelief.

Tom made a shushing gesture to her, and Astoria covered her mouth and tiptoed back to her room.

Tom thought for a moment, then cleared his throat. "A long, long time ago, there was a mountain in the eastern sea called Flower-Fruit Mountain."

"There was a rock on the mountain that absorbed the essence of the sun and moon. Its magic surged wildly within it, and with a bang, it exploded, and a monkey sprang out."

Daphne blinked. "A monkey? Not a wizard?"

"It's not a wizard, it's a monkey, but this monkey is different; it was born with magic."

"His eyes widened, Winky, almost giving the gods in heaven a heart attack."