Will's fork stopped halfway to his mouth.
So All Magic, One Source is the most important piece of knowledge? Will wondered. Magic was the foundation of everything else, of course, but—
He opened the panel.
His Magic stat was right there.
[Magic LV?] (Due to the unique nature of this world, temporarily unavailable for viewing)
He had never gained a single point of Magic experience.
Will didn't know what was going on with Magic in this world, but the system's "temporarily unavailable" suggested he hadn't yet reached the point where he could explore its true nature.
Still, he could feel himself drawing closer to it with every step forward.
In that case...
I'll just push all these abilities to their limits first.
Will chewed hard on the beef, now slightly cold, as though greedily soaking up knowledge of magic.
The next day, in Flying Class.
Will sat idly on his Broomstick, enjoying the breeze and pondering a question—Madam Hooch wouldn't let him read on his Broomstick. Not far away, Harry swooped up and down, occasionally attempting difficult maneuvers like midair rolls. Apparently, his last fall hadn't taught him enough of a lesson.
Malfoy flew on the other side with his two cronies, glancing now and then at Harry as he stole the show.
Sylvia chatted with a few other girls on their Broomsticks nearby.
Neville, who had broken a bone in the first lesson, was also flying slowly alongside a few students. Laughter and chatter filled the air. This was what Flying Class ought to feel like, much like the PE classes Will remembered.
But for Will, who had already mastered the Flying Charm, the lesson no longer served much purpose.
He was considering how Professor McGonagall might test him when a white bird flew over and