Looking at the basketball-sized globe of light before him, Carl Gustafsson raised his wand a little higher, seemingly hoping to show off the Illumination Spell he had cast.
A smug smile spread across his face as he looked around and noticed Toivo Koskinen nearby.
Like him, Toivo Koskinen had successfully cast the Illumination Spell under Wizet's guidance.
Yet compared with the light at the tip of his own wand, Toivo Koskinen's was brighter and covered a wider area.
His brows knitted together, and he repeated the incantation for the Illumination Spell. "Lumos! Lumos! Lumos!"
Carl Gustafsson waved his wand over and over, casting the Illumination Spell again and again. His smug smile had vanished, replaced by unmistakable displeasure.
He discovered that no matter how hard he tried, the light he conjured with the Illumination Spell was always a little dimmer than Toivo Koskinen's.
It felt as though a balloon was being inflated inside his body, swelling a little more with every spell he cast.
His relentless casting had inflated that "balloon" to its limit, even making it difficult to breathe, as though it would burst at any moment.
Seeing Wizet return to the center of the circular hall, Carl Gustafsson lowered his wand and called out, "Mr. Lovegood!"
Wizet's tone was gentle. "Mr. Gustavsson, is there anything else you don't understand about the Illumination Spell?"
Even with everyone's eyes on him, Carl Gustafsson did not back down in the slightest. He eyed Wizet suspiciously. "I've discovered something!"
He took a deep breath. "There are clear differences in the strength of the magic we've cast, which makes me wonder whether this might be the case..."
"Is what you gave us through that experiment just another form of 'Fake Wand'? A tool that distributes power solely according to your preferences, or some