When Tris opened his eyes again, he felt as though the entire world had changed.
He raised his hand, and a ghostly green flame appeared at his fingertip.
Skeletal Spirit Fire was a terrifying form of dark magic that could ignite an opponent's bone marrow directly, and it was extraordinarily profound and obscure. Yet even with Hogwarts' dark magic suppression wards in place, Tris summoned it with nothing more than a raised hand.
No incantation, not even a wand.
Previously, the mere presence of those powdered souls had greatly improved Tris's control over magic. Now that he had absorbed memories equivalent to those contained in a fragment of Voldemort's soul, his understanding of magic, especially dark magic, had naturally improved even more dramatically.
Combined with the powerful primordial spirit rewarded by the system, Tris's mastery of magic had now officially reached the level of a Grandmaster.
The only thing that could limit him was his magical power.
And thanks to the Starry Sky Meditation Method, he far surpassed his peers in that regard as well. His current level was at least comparable to that of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old wizard, and a particularly outstanding one at that.
Even prodigies like Voldemort or Dumbledore could probably have managed no more than this at his age, right?
"I've hit the jackpot!" Tris flicked his finger, extinguishing the flame, and spoke from the heart. An unprecedented confidence filled him.
For the first time, he truly felt capable of protecting himself and his family in the future.
With his wide array of dark magic, Tris already stood a chance of taking down most adult wizards, even dark wizards, if they let their guard slip just a little because of his age.
As he was reveling in his delight, his stomach suddenly growled.
Tris glanced