A Method That Doesn't Require Ten Days

Hermione read out the long and difficult incantation accurately, one word at a time.

On her snow-white skin, starting from between her eyebrows, silvery-white lines began to spread.

Seeing this, Ryan smiled slightly, and his clear, resonant voice began to ring out.

"You should also imagine that you are awakening from a daze as a ray of dawn brushes your cheek, and you have just become aware of your own existence."

Beside her, Ryan's words seemed to possess a convincing magic.

It made her subconsciously relax her body.

I fell into a state of half-sleep and half-awake.

However, it did not affect the incantation at all, causing it to be interrupted.

As the last line of the incantation was recited.

The wondrous Gubraithian Fire drifted from Ryan's palm like a dandelion seed blown by the wind, landing on Hermione's forehead.

It left behind a pure white, transparent flame mark.

Those silvery-white lines disappeared into the sea like mud oxen sinking into the ocean.

"Alright." Ryan tapped the table.

Hermione opened her eyes.

She felt as if she were at the bottom of a hot spring.

My whole body was enveloped in a surge of heat.

At the same time, the hunger that had been lingering in her stomach because she had eaten very little at noon disappeared with the surge of warmth.

She was full.

"How long has it been?" Hermione asked instinctively after realizing she had succeeded.

She looked around again. She estimated it was around two o'clock.

The deans of the various colleges had previously told them when they led them to the Great Hall that the Triwizard Tournament would begin at 2 p. m.

But when she looked around, there was no change whatsoever.

Dumbledore's seat on the faculty desk remained empty.

The headmasters of the other schools, as well as Arthur Weasley of the Ministry of Magic, were also nowhere to be found.

"You probably guessed it," Ryan shrugged. "Including the 3 minutes of chanting, it's a total of 4 minutes and 15 seconds."

"So fast?" Hermione exclaimed.

At the same time, Ryan lightly tapped the air.

A silver mirror appeared in front of Hermione in the thin air, floating in mid-air.

Hermione touched her forehead in surprise. There was a flame mark there.

Ryan then said, "You've figured it out, haven't you?"

The Gubraithian Fire still burns between your brows.

This magic is not as simple as you think.

You've truly learned this magic only after it completely disappears.

Right now, you can only draw power from the magical magnetic field through it to fill your stomach.

"So, is it fast?"

"It's not going to be fast anymore."

But how long will it take me to formally learn it?

And do I really have to recite the incantation before each use, as you said before?

It will take three minutes.

That would be quite useless.

"I can finish in three minutes if I eat quickly." Hermione rubbed her temples in front of the mirror.

Ryan waved his wand lightly, and the silver mirror vanished into thin air.

He put away his wand, a golden ring appearing in his pale eyes. After looking Hermione up and down, he said, "When will you officially learn it?"

It depends on how often you use it.

If you insist on giving up your normal diet for 10 days.

The mark will then disappear.

As for the incantation?

This is not necessary.

I said that before just to make you take it seriously.

To avoid making mistakes.

Focus your mind on the space between your eyebrows and imagine a flame burning there.

The Dieting Magic will then be activated.

"Ten days? Three times a day."

That makes 30 times.

That means I need to use it a total of 30 times.

"I'll give it a try." Hermione closed her eyes and tensed her little face.

The flame mark between his brows shone brighter and brighter.

It was like a light bulb with poor contact, flickering intermittently.

The mark itself also cycles between simple patterns and animated images of burning flames.

Hermione opened her eyes again, clearly annoyed.

It seems we failed.

What's going on?

I clearly did as you said.

But every time I start it, my mind is ejected.

The reason why the Gubraithian Fire can continuously absorb the power of the magical magnetic field is that the Ancient Flame can continuously absorb the power of the magical magnetic field.

That's because it is fire itself.

Unstable plasma.

It has always been in a state of 'loss'.

Only then can one receive the power of the magical magnetic field.

Your own hunger is your 'loss'.

Before the magical magnetic field transforms the substance that can serve as nutrients for the body is fully digested.

You are always in a state of 'fullness'.

Pouring it in will only cause it to overflow.

That's why you failed.

"This is not magic."

Can't I use the nutrients after I've digested half of them?

Just like eating three meals a day.

Some people eat smaller, more frequent meals.

"This substance is not actually food that provides satiety."

It's a force that frees you from the concept of eating, keeping you full, healthy, and functioning properly.

Before this substance disappears.

You will never feel hungry.

"When you feel hungry, it means that the food has been completely digested," Ryan explained.

"Wait, so you mean..."

If it's digested while I'm sleeping.

"What if I wake up hungry?" Hermione thought of a possibility.

"Normally, no."

Although people do expend energy while sleeping, their muscles are mostly in a state of low activity.

Especially the nervous system, with virtually no activity in the nerves of the limbs.

Only low-level activities such as heartbeat, breathing, and intestinal peristalsis.

It's much lower than during the day.

"Aha! I understand!"

"What do you know?"

"If I do high-intensity exercise, I get hungry faster."

"You can do that too?" Ryan's eyes darted around, and he suddenly drew out his words. "I suddenly remembered—"

Thirst can also be considered a form of hunger in some respects.

"What did you say?" Hermione shifted her hips nervously.

She suddenly felt as if Ryan in front of her had turned into a big bad wolf that wanted to devour her alive.

I said—even though you are too young.

But I can—"

"What can I do?" Hermione asked, looking down, her voice barely audible.

As the last word was uttered, time stood still.

The noise in the Great Hall suddenly stopped.

Only Hermione and Ryan's breathing could be heard.

A thin gray film emerged from the air and passed through the two people's bodies.

An hour later.

The Great Hall at Hogwarts.

The two reappeared.

Time began to flow.

This time, however, the flame between Hermione's brows burned normally, emitting a silvery-white light.

However, Hermione kept her head down.

Looking at the desktop.

It was as if the most profound magical knowledge was engraved on the table.

Despite Ryan's repeated provocations, he remained silent, his head bowed.

Just when Ryan thought Hermione would continue like this, a roar like a landslide and a tsunami came from the students near the Entrance Hall.

Hermione raised her head slightly and looked towards the Entrance Hall with Ryan.

Before that tall Oak Wood door, a spiral staircase made of clouds appeared, soaring straight into the sky.