[Dear Mr. Black, hello.
Your candor moves me, yet it also resonates with me deeply; desire, belief, and true love are all things that make one throw caution to the wind.
As an old man exhausted by the vicissitudes of life, the first half of my life was glorious and magnificent.
Yet the latter half of my life has been lonely and plaintive, living all along in endless regret, able to get through my days only on that sliver of sweet midsummer memory.
As a failed person with hindsight, the only thing I can admonish you with is this: pursue what you pursue, whether it is romance or career.
Regardless of the outcome, seize everything you want to grasp in your hands, even if it means perishing together!
Regarding the view on Muggles, your insights are already extremely incisive; yes, Muggles are very powerful.
I merely wonder whether my young friend has concrete countermeasures.
The wizarding world has been closed off for too long and its mindset is ossified-how easy is it to progress?
I remember fifty years ago, the First Wizarding War stirred up by the first Dark Lord; regardless of whether his philosophies were correct, Grindelwald's goal ultimately remained to strive for more living space for wizards.
As a result, he failed.
He lost to the unimaginative wizards themselves, who wanted to slowly rot.
I wonder how my young friend views this?
As for your previously raised doubt about magic naturally carrying elemental attributes, it forces me to marvel at how formidable your talent is.
To my knowledge, ordinary wizards comprehend elements only after advancing to the Legendary Realm, mobilizing natural elements with their own magic for their own use, and only then can they unleash fiercely peerless charms.
Therefore, I surmise that your magic does not inherently carry elemental attributes; rather, your bloodline constitution has a very high affinity for the Lightning Element.
Once you cast charms, lightning-type elements in the natural world automatically gather toward you.
As for a solution, I have three suggestions.
First: study Lightning Charms, which can let you deeply experience the attributes of the lightning element, and in time you will be able to better regulate them.
Second: cultivate a meditation habit, using it to raise your spiritual power; the higher the spiritual power, the higher the sensitivity to your own magic, which can allow you to eliminate the interference of the lightning element when you release charms.
Third: seek a powerful wand that matches the lightning element, and master it; that way when you cast charms, the wand will help you filter out the lightning element.
Although I have suggestions, I also know these are not easy to accomplish. You are still young, so practice meditation first.
And as I am rather well-traveled, I shall try to help look for a powerful, matching wand and thunder spell.
Your dear old fan, Pailier Rouge.]
Shawn put down the letter with a very peculiar expression.
Grindelwald was quite invested in playing the role of an old fan who adored a little idol.
It truly was unbearable to hoodwink a heartbroken old man.
Well, since the person helped him so much, once he had the ability later on, he would fulfill the man's wish.
Just the few fragmentary words in the letter just now were heartbreaking.
Then he would let GGAD reunite in the high tower, and bring back the romance of that midsummer!
However, what he cared about most at present was still the issue of the lightning element attribute; he had not expected the solution to be laid out before him all along.
Shawn hurriedly pulled out his wand, looking at this red-and-black Lightning-Struck Peach Wood wand.
"Hey, buddy, you there?"
Following Shawn's query, the wand indeed gave feedback, spitting out wisps of electric arcs from the tip.
"Huh, it really does have sentience. Buddy, when I cast non-combat charms, can you help me filter out the lightning element?"
The wand continued to spit out electric arcs in response.
Shawn did not count on it to express itself clearly, so he simply tried casting a spell at the floor.
"Scourgify!"
A gentle breeze swept across the ground, blowing away the meager amount of dust without leaving any craters.
Shawn was overjoyed.
"Buddy, you're truly awesome! From now on, I'll call you Kunikuzushi!"
The wand seemed very satisfied with this name as well, its shaft trembling slightly.
Shawn gently stroked Kunikuzushi, guessing that if this wand were used to cast Lightning Charms, the might would presumably be super powerful.
Where the wand tip points, Xiuqin is sacrificed to the heavens!
Ah, spit it out!! It is Thunder Cannon Shatters the Sky!
Of course, the cooperation between man and wand still needed honing-that was a matter for later.
Shawn looked over the note sent by Dumbledore instead.
[This is Fawkes's phoenix feather. When you need help, just pinch it.]
Shawn curled his lip.
The old beekeeper's words didn't urge him at all, yet the reward was sent over ahead of time.
Alas, these old-as-time, foxy fellows-why were they all so fond of acting?
He put away the phoenix feather and began to reply to his old fan.
Hmph, then let's just play along together. Since he temporarily couldn't do anything to old Dumbledore, he would vent his anger on old Dumbledore's husband first.
In the letter, Shawn ruthlessly criticized the First Wizarding War, picking apart and disparaging Grindelwald's points of failure in every possible way.
He wondered if Grindelwald would suffer a myocardial infarction upon seeing it.
Anyway, he was in a good mood right now.
He packed the letter up and had an owl send it out.
He even offered a heartfelt blessing, hoping Grindelwald was in good health.
Draco and the others, who had returned, watched Shawn's varied facial expressions before his desk and did not dare to speak at all, beginning to quietly practice Petrificus Totalus with their little faces flushed red.
Kreacher, who came to deliver the meal, dared even less to disturb him, and could only teleport over again and again carrying a freshly made midnight snack to check on him.
Shawn had originally intended to continue writing his new plan, but his stomach was truly so hungry he couldn't stand it, so he snapped his fingers.
"Kreacher."
Kreacher appeared instantly, holding a food box featuring Chinese-style carved patterns in his hands.
"Young master, this is a freshly made midnight snack, and there's also hawthorn water."
"Mm, put the food box down. You go rest early."
"As you command."
After Kreacher left, Shawn began to feast heartily.
Now, not only was Kreacher's temper tuned by him to be fairly good, but his culinary skills were also growing increasingly exquisite.
In particular, a bowl of century egg and lean pork porridge was boiled to a perfect balance of saltiness, smooth and refreshing.
The sound of three people swallowing saliva drifted over from afar.
Shawn turned his head to look and saw Draco and the two others glancing over this way from time to time, catching Shawn's gaze directly.
"Want to eat?"
Three little heads nodded just like chicks pecking at rice.
Shawn smiled teasingly, draining the porridge in his bowl in one breath, smacked his lips, and let out a burp.
"Burp, sorry, it's gone."
The three of them were dumbfounded.
After routinely teasing Draco, Shawn tidied up the dinner plates casually and went to wash up.
Returning to the bed, he first let down the bed curtains to block Draco and the others' line of sight, then lay down semi-reclined.
He took out Ravenclaw's Diadem and put it on his head.
He felt around for a long time without feeling a shred of the so-called wisdom-boosting sensation.
Shawn refused to give up and foolishly tried reciting a "charm" to the diadem.
"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."
...-...-
Fine, Shawn felt very stupid, and irritably stowed the diadem back into his ring.
Of course, he still hadn't given up; he simply planned to go encounter that noble female ghost, the Grey Lady, another day.
Subsequently, he took out a notebook and began writing and drawing.
--New Serial Objective--
[Defeat the two-faced man Quirrell publicly, expose and defeat Voldemort, harvest the faith value leeks of the little wizards, advance two mission progresses, and after Voldemort's soul fragment escapes, use the incomplete dark mark...]