The Profound Mysteries of Lumos

Just as Skylar was still pondering what changes the third magical surge would bring to his power, the scene suddenly shifted, and Skylar realized with a start—

Everything in the surrounding world seemed to fade away. (Reading M)

The light vanished without a trace.

The sound vanished without a trace.

Skylar was in the Chamber of Secrets of the Sleeping Dragon Society one second, and the next second he suddenly found himself in a completely unfamiliar place. This place was like a silent realm, completely isolated from the outside world and shrouded in darkness.

From the darkness came a low, murmuring voice, seemingly from a distant time and space. This language was clearly not any known language, nor could it even be described by language.

For some reason, Skylar could feel his soul restless and uneasy, as if... he had encountered a natural enemy.

He tried his best to soothe his mind and soul with his own willpower, and attempted to resist the intrusion of such delirious incantations, such as "Sanskrit chants" or "mantras," by using Occlumency.

After a long pause, a majestic voice boomed in his mind. It wasn't English, nor any language Skylar knew. Skylar was fluent in at least ten languages, and while he couldn't claim to be an expert in other more distant languages like Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Thai, he could vaguely recognize them. He was certain this was not the language of this world—

But he was able to understand the meaning of the voice, as if he had some kind of telepathic connection with the owner of the voice.

The voice was asking him who he was and why he had come here...

Skylar was puzzled. He himself didn't know how he got there.

"Your Excellency," Skylar addressed this person of unknown origin with the most honorific title. After a moment's thought, he realized that he would most likely need the help of this voice's owner to return to his original place, so he decided to tell the truth, "I don't know why I came to this place, and being sent here was not my intention."

"I come from a place called Earth, where my race is called wizards. Before I came here, my body was undergoing a magical surge—" Seeing that the other party didn't react, Skylar continued, "A magical surge is a process that awakens the power in my blood. I've experienced two magical surges before, but I've never encountered anything like this. This is my third magical surge..."

The voice fell silent, and Skylar stopped speaking, quietly waiting for a reply. He had said what he needed to say; if the other party truly harbored ill intentions towards him, saying more would be pointless.

The voice spoke.

Have you ever crossed the dimensional barrier?

Skylar nodded, then, fearing the other wouldn't notice his reaction, quickly added, "Yes, in my original place, this ability is called spatial magic. I did achieve some success in it, touching upon forces outside my own space. I wonder if this is what you mean by the dimensional barrier."

"Although the power within you is extremely weak, it is very high-level, hmm..." The voice paused for about five seconds before continuing, "In my judgment, you barely meet the requirements..."

What conditions? Skylar was increasingly confused as he listened, but there was one thing he understood: with his current strength, he might not be the strongest in his world, but no one would dare to call him "extremely weak." It seemed as if he had stumbled upon a very important secret.

"Now that you've arrived here, it means you're qualified to access the world's greatest secret..."

"Let me first explain my identity. In your world, or rather, in most worlds, I am generally referred to as—"

"Destiny."

"My duty is to oversee the operation of different worlds, ensuring that they function normally without interfering with each other, separated by dimensional barriers."

"Only in very rare cases, perhaps one in a million Halleys—oh, Halleys should be called light-years where you are—only one special case breaks through the limitations of space and comes into contact with the power beyond the dimensional barrier..."

"Clearly, you are one of them."

"Your case is no longer within my control. To put it in terms you can understand, you have broken free from the shackles of fate—" Skylar's face turned pale instantly. Did this mean he was going to be eliminated?

"Hehe, don't worry," the voice said, as if it could read Skylar's mind. "Your power is still weak, but it is very useful to us. The power of the dimensional wall comes from people like you, who help replenish it little by little."

"So far, although you have come into contact with our secrets, you are still not qualified to participate, so—" the voice paused, then said, "Go back! I will speak with that Death God and bring you here when you enter the Limbo, instead of letting you go directly into the Afterlife."

"Oh, right, since you've come all this way, I can't let you leave empty-handed," the voice said, its tone becoming slightly lighter. "As a reward for coming here, this power is yours!"

The scene changes.

Skylar returned to the Chamber of Secrets of the Sleeping Dragon Society.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Daphne's worried expression was the first thing she saw.

"Skylar, what's wrong? Why do you look like that?"

Skylar snapped out of his daze. "No, I'm fine." Skylar looked around. "I triggered the third magical surge, so I was distracted. What just happened here?"

The young wizards in the Chamber of Secrets all gasped in unison. Their faces showed expressions as if they had seen a monster.

The Third Magic Riot!

The general consensus in the wizarding world is that every wizard will only experience one magical outburst in their lifetime, which is the awakening of their magical powers during early childhood.

Of course, many wizarding scholars believe that there must be an extremely small number of exceptionally talented wizards in the world who could trigger a second magical upheaval. When this theory was put forward, many wizards secretly speculated that this might be the reason why Grindelwald, Voldemort, Dumbledore, and the like were able to become such powerful wizards.

After all, in the eyes of those who truly know the truth, these three powerful figures, apart from Grindelwald, are two Half-blood wizards, so it is absolutely impossible that they are due to the bloodline factor that those ignorant Pure-Blood Supremacist Faction have been obsessed with.

So, okay, the second magical surge was rare, but it's not so hard to believe.

What exactly is the Third Magic Rush?

Even Daphne, who was closest to Skylar and accustomed to Skylar various magical abilities, felt a moment of disorientation. Could there be a third magical outburst?

"By the way, how long have I been spacing out?"

"It wasn't long, not even five minutes. Everyone just saw you suddenly close your eyes without warning and not move at all. They could only guess what had happened to you, but with the help of me and several Prefect, the members believed in you, so the scene was extremely calm. Everyone was quietly waiting for you to recover and tell everyone what had happened."

Suddenly sensing something, Skylar drew his wand, pointed it upwards, and uttered "Lumos."

An extremely soft light bloomed at the tip of the wand.

Bathed in the light, all the young wizards felt an unprecedented warmth in their hearts. That warm feeling traveled through their bodies, as if they were being protected and loved. It was a wonderful and intoxicating feeling, and some even shed tears of gratitude.

The light gradually increased in brightness, like the sun slowly rising in the darkness, the first brilliant ray of light at dawn.

The young wizards felt their hearts filled with courage, as if there was nothing in the world that could frighten them anymore, and all darkness and unease had been banished to unseen corners.

The light intensified once more, and a golden beam pierced through the previously dark and gloomy Chamber of Secrets, illuminating Chamber of Secrets completely and leaving no trace of darkness, as if... a golden sun had risen within the Chamber of Secrets.

The young wizards were suddenly filled with boundless fighting spirit and indomitable will to fight. They all let out a long howl to the sky, feeling that they would dare to rush up and fight even if there was a forty-foot-long Fire Dragon standing in front of them.

"Nox." As Skylar uttered the Wand-Extinguishing Charm, the light on the wand immediately vanished.

But the goal of inspiring people had been achieved. At this moment, the young wizards' faith in Skylar had reached a fever pitch, and their eyes were filled with fanaticism and worship as they looked at Skylar.

"Um," Luna's dreamlike, ethereal voice rang out at the opportune moment, "Was that the Lumos you just cast? It made me feel so safe and warm!"

"I suppose so!" Skylar smirked. This ability suddenly appeared after he returned from that illusion; it was a strange power that connected magic with the mind. "I only managed to develop it by chance. I need more time to study the specific principles, so I can't teach you yet."

However, Skylar thought to himself that he would have to re-experiment with every spell he had learned in the past to see what new effects it would have.

[Spell effects upgraded!]

[Advanced level of the Lumos - Protective Light learned!]

[Advanced Technique of the Lumos - Battle Cry- Learned!]