A True Wizard

After standing in the empty classroom for a while, Draco reached into his robe and pulled out a metal medal.

The words "Draco Malfoy, 1991" were surrounded by patterns; the beautifully crafted Tower Medal cheered Draco up.

No matter what, I am still a member of the High Tower.

Even the most majestic and precipitous mountain like Will will protect him.

Draco tucked the Tower Medal into his robes. As for Pansy's invitation today, he had neither the time nor the ability to attend.

Although his current actions are all performances, there are still some things he cannot do.

"I really envy Will... his Magic abilities are so high, "Draco thought, as he walked out of the classroom...

"Tap tap..."

Footsteps echoed in the Dungeon area, and the test subjects Instinct shrank into the corners—to these test subjects, Will was synonymous with terror.

Moreover, the horrific condition of the experimental subjects who were taken away and then returned terrified them even more.

However, Will ignored their fear and walked straight to the innermost part of the Laboratory.

A Dark Wizard brought back from Knockturn Alley lay on a tattered bed, the infection Curse having spread to his elbow, his entire forearm a charred black, with faint dark red lines writhing beneath the skin.

Will flipped through his notes on the soul experiments again, rolled up his sleeves, drew his Wand, cast a Felix Charm and Clear-Headed Charm on himself, and began the experiment.

Several hours passed.

Will didn't leave the Laboratory; he was working at full speed, constantly comparing the Magic structures of the Curse infected.

Will discovered something: the Curse itself was very stable, and the Curse on several Dark Wizard infected by the Curse all showed the same entangled pattern.

"It's not a random Curse, this... is it a fixed path?"

The Curse doesn't just creep randomly along the body. From the Wizard Sight, Will can see it clearly: the body is the entry point for the Curse, and the Magic structure is the path.

Severing it is not feasible, but the Flesh-Stitching Curse can sew up flesh and blood but cannot fuse the Magic structure.

Will went over the four principles of Horcrux and Voldemort's theory of the soul in his mind again.

The first principle is the Trinity: soul, Magic, and body, interacting with each other.

There's another crucial point: the soul. Perhaps the soul is the true "Magical Organs" of Wizard. Will felt an intense headache coming on.

He glanced at the time; it was already late at night. Will decided to put the experiment aside for the time being. He was going to America on January 1st. In order to perform Miracle, Will had "blessed" several believers into becoming Wizard, but in reality, those believers who "became Wizard" were just Concealment Charm created by Will.

He intends to transform those believers into true Wizard on the night of the full moon, and today is the night of the full moon, Will naturally has to go to America.

A thought suddenly flashed through Will's mind—turning Muggle into Wizard would give them Magic structures.

If it were possible to construct a hand with a Magic structure and a physical body, but without a soul, through this method... then according to the Trinity theory, it might be possible to slowly cultivate a soul!

Will's mind raced; he decided to conduct the experiment tonight!

However, I still need to go to Louisiana first.

As night deepened in Louisiana, a full moon hung over the distant river, illuminating a classic Southern town.

Will looked up at the moon; it was a full moon night.

His figure appeared inside a house, where a pastor was kneeling in prayer.

"An omniscient being who transcends time and space and wields all knowledge;"

The all-powerful ultimate ruler, favored by Magic and dominating all laws;

Eternity and immortal Wizard God, compassionate to all beings.

O God, great Wizard God, I chant your name, your followers pray to you, praying that you will protect your followers...

I cannot use Magic... Great Wizard God, your follower begs for your forgiveness, your follower is willing to forever offer himself to the great god...

This is the pastor who blessed Will when he was "divinely descended."

Will Legilimency to see that the pastor was now extremely fearful. He remembered the feeling of happiness when "God blessed" him, and the feeling of being able to create a torrent with a simple gesture. But afterwards, whenever he raised his hand, his palm was empty, and he couldn't even gather a wisp of mist.

He could only tell himself: This is a trial, the gods are testing my piety.

But he lived in constant fear, afraid that he would be abandoned by the gods, so he prayed day and night, hoping to regain the gods' attention.

Will was quite helpless about this—he could only Werewolf Reversal into Wizard on the night of a full moon. He hadn't learned the Weather Charm, partly because there was no such Charms as the "Full Moon Charm."

Will his hand, and a stone flew out of his pocket, then twisted Transfiguration transformed into a... Werewolf.

This Werewolf was one of Will's last few Test Subject, and at this moment, he was the key to the priest's path to becoming Wizard.

With a wave of his hand, the stiff Werewolf was freed from its restraints.

"Roar!" The enormous roar finally made the priest turn his head, and then everything went black before his eyes.

Will slapped his forehead—he'd been so busy he'd forgotten to cast Silencing Charm on the Werewolf, but it was no big deal now.

The priest, whose upper arm had been bitten, began to change, growing fur all over his body. Will snapped his Finger Snap, and the Werewolf turned to stone again.

Then they began modifying the priest's memories...

The next day, when the pastor woke up, he only vaguely remembered a dream.

God appeared before him again, raised His hand, and several silver rays slid from His fingertips once more—the same light as that day.

He spoke, "I have bestowed upon you the seed of Magic, but the foundation of Wizard cannot be built overnight. Becoming Wizard requires a corresponding period of adaptation."

Your piety will be rewarded; if you have no Wand, I will give you Wand; if you have no knowledge, I will impart it to you...

He knelt on the ground and loudly chanted the name of the Wizard God.

What the pastor didn't know was that not only him, but all the other "blessed" people in this land were in the same boat.