I wasn't in the right state just now. It affected me a little.
Half an hour later.
Harry collected himself again and continued quietly trying to sense his magic.
Right, that was just an accident. Don't let your mind wander.
His trip to the toilet had gone smoothly, too, and there were no embarrassing traces on Harry's body. Even if there had been any, he had cleaned them up.
Western fantasy novels all said that by quieting your mind and sensing the flow of magic, you could make your magic burst forth like a geyser.
Harry had no other options now. After all, he was not casting a spell; he simply wanted his magic to pour out. The techniques in his textbooks were no help at all.
The method in those novels is a bit ridiculous, but I don't have anything more reliable, do I?
"I think... I can feel it?"
Harry's eyes lit up as a sudden feeling of ease spread through his whole body!
It's flowing. It's really flowing!
It's coming out!
Whoosh, whoosh...
Then a torrent of magic poured out, unstoppable.
Harry hurriedly directed the magic into the [Spellbook]. He absolutely could not let all that magic flood the entire house...
This middle-class home on Privet Drive could not withstand the ravages of his magic...
After all, if Harry actually used magic, it might not be all that powerful.
But if he let his magic run wild everywhere, without any guidance at all.
Harry believed it was not just him.
Any normal wizard who let their magic rage like this would cause consequences that could not be undone...
Fortunately, once he had drawn it out, controlling its direction became much easier.
At least for Harry, it really was much easier.
He simply sent the magic pouring into his mind, toward that interesting [Spellbook]...
Letting his magic pour out directly had another advantage: it did not need to pass through a wand!
There was a Trace on his wand, and he was not allowed to use magic right now.
Magic that poured out directly would not be detected by the Trace. Even if he used magic, the Ministry of Magic would not discover it. There was no need to worry at all.
Just as Harry had expected.
The energy bar beneath the [Spellbook] slowly began to rise under the effect of his magic!
At first, its color changed bit by bit, becoming increasingly dazzling...
Then the dazzling, battery-shaped energy bar seemed to fill up. It emptied again immediately and began storing more...
As for the energy he had stored before, it had not been swallowed up.
Instead, all of it had been directly converted into 1 [Energy Bar]!
"Well, damn. So that's where Energy Bars come from..."
Harry muttered to himself. Now he at least knew the source of the [Energy Bars].
Converting magic yielded [Energy Bars], at little cost and without taking much time.
Except...
The conversion rate for these [Energy Bars] seemed a little low at the moment...
Harry frowned at the progress bar, rather dissatisfied.
When all that magic of his had first poured out, Harry had felt that it was quite spectacular.
But once it was actually converted into [Energy Bars], Harry was dissatisfied again.
He had already drained two-thirds of his magic, yet he had only gotten six [Energy Bars].
That meant that even if he drained all his magic, he could only store up ten [Energy Bars] at most.
Oof, that's a little meager...
I wonder if a night's sleep will quickly replenish all this magic?
Still, it's not bad.
At least I've found a reliable way to obtain [Energy Bars], and the cost isn't high, is it?
Besides, as Harry kept growing and his maximum magic increased, perhaps he would be able to fill more [Energy Bars] in one go?
"Wait, isn't what I'm doing now based on the same principle as Wandless Magic?"
After replenishing his [Energy Bars] to nine, Harry stopped there instead of continuing.
Draining myself completely probably won't feel very good. Better leave a few drops rather than dry up entirely.
Drawing out his magic just now had given Harry some ideas.
If this is a rudimentary form of Wandless Magic, then my spell practice...
Looking at the textbooks he had bought, Harry ultimately shook his head and sighed softly.
Forget it. Better not practice.
Those unbelievable relatives of his would not allow him to practice spells at home.
Besides, Harry's control over his magic was not very good right now. If he practiced spells without relying on a wand, he might blow the house sky-high...
Wizards whose magic went out of control were extremely dangerous. That had long been documented in history.
"Forget it. I'll leave it at that. I feel like my magic is recovering pretty quickly."
Harry lay down on the bed and casually flicked a little spider away.
Although it had kept him company for a long time, he did not particularly want to see it now.
This little spider was getting a bit annoying, always lying on his pillow. If it did not behave, he would have it keep Ron company when the time came!
Lying on his crude little bed, Harry made an estimate based on his current rate of recovery.
In roughly a day, he would be able to draw out another nine [Energy Bars]!
There was still about a month left before school started, all told...
Whoa, two or three hundred [Energy Bars]?!
A fortune! An absolute fortune!
Didn't that first spell I cobbled together, that [Killing Tornado] thing, only need 150 [Energy Bars] in total to synthesize?
In a cheerful mood, Harry stopped thinking about all those miscellaneous matters.
He simply stayed obediently in the house at Number Four, Privet Drive, quietly going about his life.
Because of what had happened with Hagrid, the Dursleys were actually a little afraid of Harry and had not given him much trouble. Dudley no longer treated Harry like a punching bag and elbowed him every day, either.
At this same time every afternoon, Harry produced nine [Energy Bars] on schedule and poured them into the [Spellbook] in his mind.
At other times, the Dursleys did not come to bother him, and he did not go out of his way to cause trouble.
Whenever he had nothing to do, he shut himself in the cramped storage cupboard and studied the textbooks issued by Hogwarts in the dim light.
No wonder Hermione could teach herself.
First-year material really is simple!
Now that Harry was studying seriously, he discovered just how absurd the talent he had inherited from James Potter and Lily really was.
The Harry in the original really did waste his talent a little...
Although his life was not particularly comfortable, it was very regular.
The growing number of [Energy Bars] in his mind also gave Harry an increasing sense of security.
Until the morning of September first.
Accompanied by the Dursleys, Harry finally arrived at King's Cross Station!
An unremarkable journey, or the beginnings of a legend, was about to unfold on this platform!
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