Time quietly slipped away amid the resonant Dao and wondrous phenomena.
On the podium, Professor Dumbledore's lecture was reaching its finest point. The Magic Power and wisdom contained within his words grew ever more profound. Four-colored heavenly flowers drifted down in a rustling shower, as if they would never end; clear spring water flowed forth from the ground, nourishing every guest fortunate enough to listen. Most people were immersed in this rare opportunity, doing their utmost to absorb this gift from a Legend.
The White Cranes and Nymphs formed from wisps of smoke drew upon these repeated gifts, their understanding of magic deepening continuously as the Magic Power throughout their bodies rapidly grew. Before long, they had touched the threshold of Registered Wizards.
Even the smoke-born creatures were like this.
Let alone the wizards present.
Those guests who had not reached the level of Registered Wizards before the lecture swiftly made up for their lack of experience through the spellcasting techniques contained in the red heavenly flowers and the Magic Potion knowledge hidden in the green ones. At the same time, they privately regretted that Professor Dumbledore had not scattered flowers related to other fields of knowledge, such as talismans and arrays. Otherwise, the number of Registered Wizards graduating from Hogwarts this year would certainly have surpassed First University.
The guests who had already obtained Registered Wizard status before the lecture preferred the green flowers. The magical theories summarized within them were lofty yet lucid, organizing the core theories of traditional magic and modern magic such as Dimensional Theory from the perspective of a Legendary Wizard. Every single flower could spare them years of painstaking effort.
Only the yellow flowers had few admirers, because what had always hindered most wizards from studying alchemy was never theory or experience, but gold,