Mana Outburst, Another Bottle!

When the old wizard who called himself Darke tried to pour the so-called Sublimation Potion into Charle's mouth, Charle's pupils suddenly contracted.

His Infinite Evolution System did not evolve knowledge unconditionally.

It required something called Deduction Points, which Charle obtained through eating.

The rarer and more valuable the things Charle ate, the more Deduction Points he could gain.

Ordinary food yielded only a pitiful few points, but consuming precious gold, silver, or jewels would provide far more Deduction Points.

As for digestion, there was no need to worry.

As long as he ate something, the system would convert it into Deduction Points.

Even if he swallowed a gold coin, as long as it did not cut his esophagus or throat, Charle only needed a thought to have the system convert it, placing no burden on him.

But Charle had never tested whether the system worked on potions from the Wizarding World.

Especially since, according to Dak, he had already conducted experiments on seventy-three people.

There had been both wizards and Muggles among them, but judging by Dak's standards for choosing Charle, those test subjects could not have been stupid people.

Yet even so, every last one had died in Dak's experiments. It was easy to imagine what kind of cursed concoction this Sublimation Potion was.

As long as there was even the slightest possibility, Charle did not want to gamble his life on whether the system could convert the Sublimation Potion poured into his mouth.

As the Sublimation Potion neared Charle's lips, an unprecedented sense of danger erupted within him.

His gaze instantly turned blank.

Sharp explosions and thunderous roars suddenly churned and echoed through the basement.

An invisible force spread from Charle, sweeping out like a storm and howling as it repelled everything around him.

The sudden sight startled Dak, and he nearly dropped the bottle of Sublimation Potion onto the floor.

But after his surprise came even greater ecstasy than before.

"Mana Outburst?"

"Ahaha, you actually have Magical Talent! You're a young wizard?!"

"Wonderful, this is truly wonderful! I thought you were a Muggle, and that would somewhat affect the Sublimation Potion's effects. I never expected even that final flaw to be remedied."

"Charle Evans, with your mind, you are a young Dumbledore."

"I couldn't find Dumbledore for my experiment, but I found you instead. It seems that fate itself is protecting me, ensuring that this great Sublimation will be completed by my hand!"

Then Dak waved his Wand.

Charle, caught in a Mana Outburst, immediately felt as though the air around him had turned into a swamp.

The magic power raging out of his body was directly frozen in place.

The gale in the basement stagnated, the roar was fixed in place, and then both gradually dissipated into nothingness.

The anticipation born from Charle's Mana Outburst vanished in an instant. At the same time, he felt a wave of horror at the old wizard named Dak standing before him.

According to his memories of the Original Harry Potter, a young wizard's Mana Outburst was enough to leave adult wizards scrambling.

Under special circumstances, such as when their life was threatened or when a young wizard suffered a mental breakdown, the Mana Outburst would become even more violent.

In such cases, even adult wizards could be killed!

Yet Dak had neutralized Charle's Mana Outburst with such casual ease. It was clear that his strength far exceeded that of an ordinary adult wizard.

And considering that he had performed so-called sublimation experiments on more than seventy people in a row without being captured by the Ministry of Magic's Aurors, it was clear that even Elite Aurors were likely no match for Dak.

This old monster was absolutely not someone Charle could contend with right now.

After realizing this, Charle sighed and abandoned the idea of resisting with force.

Seeing Charle's resigned expression, Dak grinned and said faintly, "Don't worry. I've already made adjustments to this version of the Sublimation Potion. Its success rate will definitely be much higher than the previous version's."

"If you're lucky enough, you may still survive and complete the sublimation."

Charle remained silent.

Dak had probably said the same thing to all seventy-odd previous test subjects. Its credibility was obvious.

He could only hope the system came through and worked on this cursed Sublimation Potion as well.

At that moment, Dak removed the cap, pried open Charle's mouth, and poured an entire bottle of bubbling Sublimation Potion down his throat.

The instant the potion entered his mouth, Charle began struggling violently, his eyes nearly rolling back.

It tasted awful. Truly, indescribably awful. He would swear that across all his lifetimes, he had never drunk anything so revolting!

The taste was like the foam produced by rotting sea fish, octopuses, and other things piled together and left to ferment.

And that thick, slimy texture—it was like mucus from some marine creature. Charle felt as though it was practically stretching into strands in his throat!

Along with it came instinctive nausea and bone-deep revulsion.

Charle twisted violently in the chair, seeming to want to reach into his throat and dig out the Sublimation Potion he had just swallowed.

White foam was already spilling from the corner of his mouth from the intense nausea.

At the sight, the old wizard Dak's eyes filled with profound disappointment.

He had seen this scene more than seventy times before. Every test subject had experienced intense pain and nausea after drinking the Sublimation Potion, then begun foaming at the mouth.

After that came even more violent reactions, until their bodies mutated and collapsed, turning into a pool of foul-smelling pus.

After capturing Charle and witnessing his Mana Outburst firsthand, Dak had judged Charle to be comparable to Albus Dumbledore in his youth and held extremely high hopes for him.

If even someone with such talent could not complete the sublimation through the Sublimation Potion, could his potion truly succeed?

Could it really be just as those people in the Order of Merlin who mocked him said—a delusion, the ravings of a madman?

Bloodshot veins filled Dak's eyes as obsession and fanaticism surfaced within them. He muttered madly, "No, no!"

"I have seen it. In my dreams, I have seen the enormous forms hidden beneath the Dark Sky Curtain."

"I have heard them. In my madness, I have heard the ancient whispers from the Dark Places of the World."

"The Source of Magic, the Supreme Will... they exist. They must exist! My Sublimation Potion will surely allow people to reach that level!"

"How could I fail? I won't! I merely need more test subjects—one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand! No matter how many people die, I will witness that magnificent sight!"

Then Dak gripped his Wand, his eyes turning cold as he looked at Charle.

He had already decided to clean up the scene and search for the next test subject.

But at that moment, Charle's condition made Dak freeze.

After painfully foaming at the mouth, Charle's body did not rapidly mutate and collapse like the previous seventy-odd test subjects. Instead, it remained completely intact.

Hope surfaced in Dak's eyes once more.

At that moment, Charle abruptly opened his eyes. Beyond the relief of surviving disaster, there was also uncontrollable ecstasy in them.

"Boss, do you have any more of this stuff?"

"Another bottle!"