Astral Magic

Sometimes Tom even suspected that Daphne's sleeping technique was comparable to the journey to the West, with an incredibly wide range of movement.

She's nestled in his arms now, but tomorrow morning she might be huddled in the corner of the bed, or even rolled onto the floor.

If the Greengrass Family weren't so wealthy, with beds that were three meters by three meters, they really wouldn't have been able to handle her.

After settling Daphne in, Tom switched his focus to the Study Space.

He first went to Ariana's villa and told her the good news that he would be seeing Aberforth the next day.

The girl's eyes lit up instantly, she was much happier Albus Dumbledore, and her approval of Tom soared.

I rushed straight to 47 points, almost enough to draw my second talent.

Ariana was happy not only because she was able to see her second brother, who had always been the one who loved her the most.

Furthermore, Tom is someone who has experienced great suffering; the more painful the experience, the more sensitive they become.

She had previously thought that Tom was just trying to comfort her when he said he would take her to Hogsmeade on the weekend, and she didn't have high hopes.

Now that Tom has truly done it, she genuinely felt his sincerity and naturally trusted him even more.

Tom then materialized several copies of the Daily Prophet and wizard magazines for Ariana to pass the time before heading to her usual training grounds.

"Andros?" Tom was taken aback.

Usually at this time, it's Gellert Grindelwald who teaches her, so why is it Andros today?

"Let Grindelwald take a day off; he's been exhausted lately," Andros laughed heartily.

"You've been learning magic from all over the world from him every day lately, it's time to change your mind and learn something new."

Tom laughed and nodded quickly, "That's great! To be honest, I'd like to take a break too."

"Trying to empty my mind while simultaneously cramming magic into my head feels like my brain is about to explode."

He rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation. "So, what are you going to teach me today?"

Andros's smile suddenly turned mysterious, and he lowered his voice. "Tom, do you know anything about Ancient Magic?"

Tom rolled his eyes, looking speechless. "Andros, all the magic you know is ancient or even super-ancient to us. Stop keeping us in suspense."

Andros shook his head, becoming serious. "It seems your understanding of Ancient Magic has gone astray."

"I spoke with Gellert Grindelwald. The Ancient Magic you're talking about now had another name in our time: Astral Magic."

"Astral Magic?" Tom suddenly became interested and leaned forward. "Tell me in detail, what exactly is this thing?"

"This touches on the origins of magic." Andros scratched his head, looking troubled.

He's a seasoned practitioner, not an academic like Gellert Grindelwald, who's least adept at discussing academic topics.

There are many theories about the origin of magic, but the most popular one in our time was that magical power came from the universe.

"The interactions of different celestial bodies laid the foundation for the release of magic in this world."

"And Astral Magic, to put it simply, is magic that exists naturally."

"It's energy and information transmitted to this world by celestial bodies, not something that was artificially developed."

He paused, then added, "Actually, you've already mastered a form of Astral Magic."

"Patronus Charm?" Tom understood immediately, his eyes lighting up.

"That's right!" Andros nodded, looking pleased. It's so much easier to chat with smart people.

"The Patronus Charm was discovered by wizards in a place with extremely strong positive magical energy."

"After continuous improvement and modification, it has become what it is today, but its core is still based on Astral Magic."

Tom nodded thoughtfully. "I've heard that a hundred years ago, there were many places around Hogwarts that still had Ancient Magic auras."

"Those places could once unleash incredibly powerful Ancient Magic, but now all those auras have vanished."

"You don't need to worry about that at all," Andros laughed heartily, patting Tom on the shoulder.

"Haven't you noticed? You, like me, are a walking source of Ancient Magic energy."

Tom suddenly understood.

The Sorting Hat's statement that his ancient magic was purer than Slytherin's wasn't just about bloodline; there was another reason!

Andros stroked his chin, his eyes serious. "I suspect that after we become your teachers, you will inherit some of our talents."

"And what I excel at most is manipulating magic and Astral Magic."

None of those who can become Epoch Wizards are fools.

Andros had already guessed this, as had Gellert Grindelwald, but Tom hadn't said it outright, and they were too lazy to point it out.

Recently, however, Andros has become increasingly aware of the crisis, feeling that he has nothing left to teach Tom.

So once he confirmed that Tom had the potential to learn Astral Magic, he quickly asked Gellert Grindelwald to reschedule his lessons, hoping to make his presence felt.

"From now on, you won't be restricted by location at all. Just like the Patronus Charm, once you master it, you can release it at will."

Andros changed the subject, "However, we can't be too careless; Ancient Magic is powerful and wild."

"It's extremely difficult to control; one wrong move and it can easily cause a major problem."

After saying that, he waved his wand and conjured a door panel, the very same one that Tom had used as a "turtle shell" that had almost made Snape vomit blood.

"Most Ancient Magic don't have names. The one I'm teaching you today, you can call it the Reductor Curse."

Andros gripped his wand tightly, a rare occurrence, and swung it a few times rapidly, a streak of purple light shooting out from the tip of the wand.

It was so fast that Tom couldn't even see the trajectory; it hit the door panel almost in the blink of an eye.

Without a deafening roar, the purple light silently entered the door panel, and the next second—BOOM!

That seemingly indestructible door panel, the one that could infuriate Snape, was blasted into dust.

Before the dust even landed, it turned into starlight and completely dissipated into the air.

Tom stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

He knew the defensive capabilities of this door panel all too well; he had always used it as a detector of attack power.

Even now, his strongest attack can only penetrate five centimeters, barely reaching half the thickness of a door panel.

As a result Andros used a magic spell and blew it all away?!

At this moment, Tom truly realized just how vast the gap was between himself and the Epoch Wizards.

Regardless of whether this spell benefits from Ancient Magic, being able to master and unleash it demonstrates genuine strength.

"Coach! I want to learn this!" Tom immediately pulled out his wand, his eyes gleaming with fervor, eager to get started right away.

Andros finally regained his sense of accomplishment as a teacher, suppressing his laughter and patiently speaking.

"Don't rush. Ancient Magic is different from what you usually learn. The most crucial aspects are emotional manipulation and the drawing of magic circles."