"Okay, son, I o think about this… a lot," Michael said, his voice steady but edged with . "I o think this through... Really think it through. I'll make some calls and see what I do. In the meantime, you stay put. I don't want you going batil we've figured this out."
His son nodded. "Got it, Dad. Take your time. Holy, I don't pn on going baytime soon. I least a month to clear my head. Six months straight of studying is… a bit much, even for someone like me."
In all hoy, all he wanted was to accumute some system points before whatever his dad had pnned.
Time flew by, and before he k, a month and a half had passed in the blink of an eye. 1988 was over, and now it was February 1st, 1989.
During this time, Maverick mostly stayed at home, only visiting the magical side of the world a few times to try out some things.
Most of his time ent napping or watg TV, but Maverick made sure to dedicate some time each day to his magical exercises, if only to stay someroductive.
The workouts didn't just help him improve his magical energy—they also left him with a satisfying sense of well-being. It was the kind of feeling you get after a good workout, wheension in your body fades, and you 't help but feel a little lighter, a little stronger.
Other than that, he didn't practiy magid only did some reading from the magical side.
[ Name: Maverick Caeser ]
[ Css: Wizard ]
[ Rank: Magus ]
[ Magical Energy: 481 + ]
[ Points: 478 (Increases Ten points per day) ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristic Points: 1 (Increases One point per year) ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristics: Excellent grade spellcasting ]
[ Talents: ]
[ Magical Energy Manipution (Advanced +) ]
[ Magical Sense (Advanced +) ]
[ Transfiguration (Advanced +) ]
[ Potions (Beginner +) ]
[ Alchemy (Beginner +) ]
[ Spells: ]
[ .... ]
His magical energy had increased by a couple of points from the small workouts, and he had now accumuted nearly 500 system points to use freely.
However, he wao accumute more—at least 2000—not to increase his Magical-Energy, but to raise a solid offensive and defensive spell to Master level.
Achieving Master level proficy would mean he had surpassed the level of Hogwarts professors.
He came to this idea after thinking about the Patronus charm.
Acc to the system, being able to cast a corporeal Patronus is sidered advanced, but for most witches and wizards, casting a solid Patronus is seen as nearly mastering the spell.
But most adult wizards, including Aurors—the magical w enfort—don't have a deep enough uanding of the spell to produce a full Patronus.
It was the same case with talents like Transfiguration. He believed that Professonagall's profi Transfiguration eak advanced level but not quite at Master level yet.
In any case, all of this was based on hypotheses, and he believed there wouldn't be much differen the actual situation. Only time would tell.
As fical-Energy-Manipution and Magical-Sense, he had gathered enough information from various books to make a parison.
A typical Magus wouldn't be aware of these two ialents and would have to work tirelessly just to master the basics. Only a rare few geniuses might reaething close to Intermediate Proficy before advang to the rank of Great Magus.
Based oories and information he had read, a Great Magus should have these talents with proficy that goes beyond intermediate, reag an advanced level.
The mastery he had with these two talents at the Magus rank was beyond genius, with his uanding matg that of a Great Magus, which, there are not even a hundred alive recorded.
Advanced profi any talent or spell, as reized by the system, be sidered a very high level of mastery in the eyes ur wizards and witches.
Regarding Arch-Magus, there are recorded instances of fewer than ten, and he found almost ails about their prowess—mostly hypotheses from other authors of the books, g actual facts. The only certainty is that their trol ical-Energy would be extremely high, at least at Advanced level Proficy, and most likely at Master level Proficy.
Again, these thoughts were all just specution based on logical reasoning after his research, and the actual situation may differ.
Maverick then shifted his focus to the extraordinary characteristic points, and just as he had expected, on January 1st, the value increased by one point.
Over the past month, he had thhly studied the extraordinary characteristic, fog on why and how the system reacted to it.
He had visited the Leaky Cauldron a few times just to test his assumptions. Ohing he was certain of was that the extraordinary characteristic could only be copied from non-living objects.
He had tested it on magical creatures like a goblin frotts, magical animals from the pet store, and even a house-elf he entered in one of the shops. However, none of them triggered aion from the system.
However, wheested it with magical objects such as flying broomsticks, wands, and even bags ented with extension spells, all of them prompted a rea from the system.
The reason he hadn't copied their characteristics was that none of the objects he had entered were of excellent quality her.
His wand did trigger a rea, but it only notified him that he had already copied its funoreover, the test model flying broomstick he had e across only dispyed a normal-rated extraordinary characteristic.
Since he had only one opportunity to copy per year, he decided to hold onto it until he entered an object with an excellent or mythical rating.
Today, his main focus was the upiing his father had arrao address his peculiar situation. For the past month and a half, he had trusted his father to find a solution and hadn't asked about it.
Although he was a reinator, his parents had raised him. Eighteen years had passed, and he loved them as any child would love their parents. Furthermore, he knows without a doubt that the love his parents have for him is real and unditional.
After finishing his usual m routine, Maverick came downstairs for breakfast. Both his parents had taken the day off, as a very special guest was expected to join them—someone his father had mentioned as one of the few people in the world who could help with his situation.
His mother and father were already seated at the table, having breakfast, and he joihem. As he sat down, his mother poured him a gss of freshly squeezed e juice.
"So, Dad, when is uest ing?" Maverick asked, starting the versation.
"Noon, probably. He said he'd be here today," his father replied, taking a bite of bread.
"Is he a magical person? Someone from the gover?" his mother inquired.
"Yes and no. He's magical, alright, but not from the UK. In fact, you both have already met him—several times, actually."
Both Maverid his mother paused at his father's response, now p who the guest could be. If he was magical and they had already met him, it meant this person was likely someone his father had entered through work. And siheir family had met him multiple times, the person must be more than just a work acquaintance—perhaps a close friend.
"Now I'm curious," his mother said impatiently. "Michael, why don't you just tell us? Why all the mystery?"
His father smiled and replied, "It was that person's suggestion, and I was asked not to reveal who it is."
Maverick felt most of his s ease at that. After hearing his father's expnation, he was fairly certain that the guest wasn't just anybody—it was someone his father truly trusted.
Hours passed, and just as the clock struck twelve, the doorbell rang, prompting the family of three, who were sitting in the living room, to look in the same dire.
As Ariel began to rise from her chair to ahe door, her husband stepped in front of her and spoke hurriedly, "You both stay. I'll get it."
Ariel leaned ba the sofa, and Maverick gave his father a nod. At the same time, he extended his magical seo see who it was. After a moment, his eyes widened in surprise.
Maverick's surprised expression sted only a moment, so his mother didn't notiything. Half a mier, his father returned, but he was alone, causing his mother to raise an eyebrow.
"Ahem... Ed, you show yourself now," Michael said, shaking his head and showing a smile. Maverick had already sehe presence of someoo his father, cloaked by a powerful Disillusio Spell. If it weren't for the advanced profi his magical sealent, he would not have been able to deteything.
"Hahaha!" A booming, hearty ugh spread through the room as a blonde, muscur middle-aged man, wearing an e shirt with flower patterns and brown shorts, appeared out of thin air.
Maverick had been trying his best to remain calm ever since he noticed the, very familiar, person outside their house. He wahe surprise to unfold as intended, and eve a bit guilty for having used his magical seo take a peek.
Before any one, Ariel excimed a loud, "Edward!", with her eyes wide open.
"Ary, you haven't aged a day. Has this workaholic beeing you alright?" Edward stepped forward with a wide grin and gave Maverick's mother a big hug.
"Is good to see you Edward. Wele to Britain." His mother answered while returning the friendly embrace.
Maverick had also risen from the sofa by this point. After greeting his mother, Edward turo him.
Over the past eighteen years, Maverid his family had visited the States multiple times, as his mother's side of the family lived there. Edward, or "Uncle Ed" as he usually called him, was a close friend his father had introduced to his mother and him when he was only six years old.
He was a reinator, so even though his physical age was six, he still remembered most of the important things, even from when he was an infant.
Every time Maverick's family visited his maternal grandparents, they would also visit Edward's home as they got more and more acquainted over the years.
From his earliest years, Uncle Ed always had the presence of someone who was extremely outgoing and friendly. Edward was also married and had a family, and on the rare occasions they visited the Uates, their families would often go on outings together.
At that moment, as Maverid Edward's gazes met, Maverick suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of pure presence wash over him, as if he were standing before a higher being, shrinking to the level of an ant in parison.
To his mother and father, it seemed like a simple exge of gnces before Edward stepped in for a hug, but for Maverick, the brief mome strangely longer—almost unnaturally so—before the sensation vanished.
"Little Rick! You've grown taller." Before Maverick could fully process what had just happened, Edulled him into a big, hearty embrace.
"Uh... Uncle Ed... It's good to see you..." Maverick returhe hug, though with a bit of hesitation, still uled by the surreal experience.
As Edward released him, he pced his hands firmly on Maverick's shoulders and gave him a good look. Maverick, trying to ceal his nervousness, met his uncle's gaze.
By now, Maverick was absolutely certain that his seemingly ordinary uncle was far more extraordinary than he had ever imagined.
"So... I hear you've been giving your old man a bit of a headache," Edward said, grinning widely as he locked eyes with Maverick.
"Edward!"
Before Maverick could respond, his mother stepped in, her protective instincts kig in as she noticed his nervousness. Ever the loyal guardian, she acted without hesitation.
"Ha-ha!" Edward chuckled at the sound of her stern voice. He let go of Maverick's shoulders and turned around. "Rex, Ary. I was just getting a measure of your son..."
She eased her stance, crossing her arms firmly under her chest. "I'm more upset that after all these years, I had no idea your family was magical," she said, her tone sharp as she turned her gaze to Michael. "And you've been keeping all of this from me..."
Michael flinched, preparing to py the 'cssified' card, but Edward intervened.
"Hahaha! In my defense, Silvia's no witch. She's as much a Muggle as you are. Only Bel and I are special."
"Really?" Ariel asked, her surprise evident.
"Really! We met as two normal humans, fell in love like normal people. Magic is just a part of me. I'm human first, Ary..." Edward's tone softened, a touencholy creeping in, trasting with his burly frame.
"Aww... That's so sweet and romantic..." Ariel's stern demeanor melted instantly.
Michael shook his head at the sudden shift in his wife's mood, while Maverick simply watched the se unfold.
"Haha... Enough about me. We're here to talk about your son," Edward said, redireg the versation. Laughter seemed to be a natural part of his speech.
"Right..." Ariel responded, waving a hand dismissively. "I'll go prepare lunch while you boys talk."
Michael sighed, looking first at Maverick, then at Edward. "e o's sit and talk," he said, patting Edward's shoulder.
Maverick sat across from his father and Uncle Ed.
"So... kid, your father told me quite an iing story. If I didn't know you, I'd have trouble believing what he said," Edward began, looking directly at Maverick. Maverick scratched his head in surrender, unsure how to respond.
He had nothing more to add to the story aainly didn't want to fabricate anything in front of this man, who seemed unfathomable to him. He decided to stick to what he had already said and answer only what was necessary.
"Before we get started..." Edward raised his hand, and an exquisite, metallic-looking wand appeared in his grip.
"Mekedas Raviel!"
A blue circle of light formed at the tip of the wand, expanding to envelop Maverick before either Michael or Maverick could react.
"ED!"
"Calm down, Mike. I'm just running a test on your son..."
Maverick wao resist, but he felt utterly powerless. His advanced profi magical energy manipution had no effect. He was certain Edward had done something to immobilize him effortlessly while casting a spell Maverick had never heard of.
Even though he was frozen, Maverick's face remained calm, masking the helplessness he felt. His father, seeing no visible distress, stayed silent.
The blue energy circled around Maverick several times before it dissipated. As it faded, Maverick finally regained trol of his body and magic, but he forced himself to stay posed.
"Hmm..." Edward hummed thoughtfully.
"Is everything alright, Ed?" Michael asked nervously.
Maverick was even more anxious. He had too mas, and Edward's mysterious s worried him. What if he discovered something?
"Ah... No, everything's fine. Your boy is in perfect dition," Edward said, though his tone seemed slightly questioning.
Michael sighed in relief. He hadn't asked Edward to s his son, but hearing that nothing was wrong was a relief.
"The spell I used is a highly advanced, Ex-Grade dete spell. It checks for bck magic, magical artifacts, rituals, and even the soul."
Maverick's eyes widened. He had never heard of such a spell, and the mention of the soul made him extremely uneasy. After all, he wasn't inally from this world, and he didn't know what that meant for a reinator like himself. Had he takehe inal Maverick's soul, or was he Maverick from the start?
Fortunately, Edward's wave him the biggest sigh of relief he'd ever felt.
"I'm certain he hasn't performed any rituals, carries no magical items other than his wand and some bags, hasn't dabbled in bck magid his soul is perfectly normal."
"So...?" Michael turo Edward, impatient for more answers.
"So...?" Edward repeated, stroking his thoughtfully before tinuing. "Well, that means your son is an anomaly—a good anomaly. To put it simply, either young Rick here is something that's happened before but was never recorded, or this is the first time in history someone like him has appeared."
"Someone like me?" Maverick couldn't help but ask, and his father mirrored the question with a curious expression.
"Yes, kid. Your father already told me your story about awakening yic st year. I know this for a fact because whe two years ago in the U.S., you had no magi you at all.
Refereng the recorded history of magid from my personal experience, I've never e across a witch or wizard experieng their first magical outburst after the age of eleven. That's the first point.
The sed point may not sound as remarkable, but at 18, you're already a Magus. Sure, there are geniuses who reach this rank before 20, but no one does it as quickly as you have. Six months from Noviagus is unheard of.
Third is your trol over mana—or, as you English call it, magical energy."
Maverick looked surprised, and Edward noticed keenly.
"Hah... You didn't think that little trick went unnoticed, did you, boy?" Edward chuckled desdingly.
"I sensed your probe the moment you released it, but that's not what really surprised me. It was your trol over it. Even for me, back when I was at the Marquis level—ah, sorry, you Brits call it Great Magus—it took over a decade to reach that level of mastery over my mana."
"Wait, Uncle. You spoke in past tense. Does that mean...?" Maverick asked, his heart rag, surprise clear on his face.
"Hmm...?" Edward tilted his head thoughtfully before realizing.
"Hahahaha... That's right, I haven't formally introduced myself, have I? Well, I—"
"Son, your Uncle Ed is actually the—" his father interjected, realizing he hadn't revealed who Edward really was, only to be cut off by Edward himself.
"Mike! Why do I need you to introduce me when I'm right here?" Edward groaned, pining before refog on Maverick, who was now looking at him with wide eyes, as if he'd just gotten his favorite toy. Edward's boastful grin grew even more.
"As I was saying... Ahem... Uncle Ed here is..." Eduffed out his chest, pointing his thumb at himself. "America's only King-level wizard, and the only one iire West. The stro of the sev—"
"Third... Arguably..." Michael interrupted with a bnk, disapproving stare.
Edward's jaw dropped, a vein bulging on his forehead.
"He's sidered the third stro Arch-Magus. That's what he's trying to say," Michael once again spoiled his friend's introdu.
"Who says I'm the third? That bsted woman Bagshot has no idea what she's talking about!" Edward shot up from the sofa, rolling up his sleeves, ranting about the historian.
"Uh... Dad, Uncle, I don't uand what you're talking about," Maverick lied, pying dumb. But now he had a general idea and kly who his uncle was.
Moreover, his uncle had always been like this, so his current behavior didn't surprise him at all—carefree, extremely extroverted, kind, and outgoing. It's just that now Maverick had to add a few more adjectives, like eously strong, when describing Edward Garling.
"Ahem... Anyway, don't believe the silly books, Rick... Now, where were we...?
Ah, yes, Mana... Your trol over mana is very, very advanced. When you probed me as I first arrived, I noticed that, although you spread your mana, it was extremely precise, directed only at the door, exactly on point. That is something only a peak Marquis or a King achieve.
Hmm... Sorry... Like I said before, a Marquis is what you'd call a Great Magus, and a King level means Arch-Magus. We in the West like to plicate things, as you see."
"This is so cool, Uncle Ed. You're Edward Garling. I mean, I knew your name before, but now this feels kind of... different. Cool," Maveriented, expressing genuine surprise. When he had read the books and e across that name, he had never once sidered it might be the same person.
"Ahaha... Yes... Ahem... Well, let's tinue...
Now, I've mentiohree things that make you different from other wizards. But there's o thing I 't firm without running a test myself." Edward gnced from Maveriichael, then back at Maverick.
"But before that, lets talk about your situation..." At Edward's words, both Maverid his father noded solemnly, giving their full attention.
"Getting you a wizarding identity is simple for me. But obviously, that's ly what you want right?" He asked the father and son to which they both nodded.
"Here's what I have in mind. I'll take your son with me to America, where he'll study with me for a while. He'll then take the OWL a exams at Ilvermorny School.
It's nothio them, uhe old bastard's school at Sd, Ilvermorny allow witches and wizards to take exams at their school even if they've been homeschooled.
The problem might arise if someone decides to dig into your past. The seveical 'Books of Acceptance' held by the seven major schools worldwide keep records of every witd wizard's magical awakening." Edaused after a brief summary of Maverick's situation.
Michael nodded, already familiar with the information, while Maverick looked puzzled. He was surprised yet again, as this was something different from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter universe.
"The Book of Acceptance is an ingenious piece of alchemical equipment. Only seven were ever created.
After World War II, the Iional federation of Wizards made agreements with the Muggle govers, which required certain ges.
One such agreement was to provide records of witches and wizards born outside of noble wizarding families to Muggle authorities.
It sounds simple but isn't easy to execute. A few years ter, Niel came up with a solutioudied the inal Book of Accepta Hogwarts, as its principles aligned with what they wao achieve.
So, after lengthy iations, the old fool Dumbledore allowed Fmel to study and make ges to the book.
It has very straightforrinciples. The Book of Acceptance, or Book of Admittance as it's also known, is a magical book used at Hogwarts to record the names of magical children. It was created by the school's founders with precise funs – nothing more, nothing less.
It records the names and ages of children under eleven in Europe and nearby regions who experieheir first magical outburst.
It served a purpose during the founders' time, helping them find magical children who needed guidance during that dark period in history when our kind were being hunted.
Fmel analyzed and then modified it. He created six other books with the same funs, each c a different region of the world.
These seveical books are now spread worldwide, their range nearly c the entire p. Each book records the names of magical children who experieheir awakening in its designated area.
The names are theo the magical authorities within each region to filter out children born into a wizarding families. The final list is then shared with the Muggle govers." Edaused briefly before leaning ba the sofa.
"Now, the advantage you have is that none of the books will have a record of your name. Fmel never altered the fun that records only children under eleven," Edward expined.
"And the bad news?" Michael asked.
"Bad news? Oh... there's no bad news. I'll simply add Rick's name manually to Ilvermorny's book, which covers North and South America.
Even though these are powerful alchemical creations, they 't cover the entire Earth 100%.
Sometimes, if a magical outburst isn't powerful enough, the books miss it. One of Fmel's modifications allows witches and wizards to be manually registered regardless of age, for cases where a magical awakening might have been overlooked.
Principle Fontaine is a good friend of mine, and I'll slip your name in, backdated to a time when you were in America with us as a child.
"To get you to sit for the OWLs as, I'll say you're my personal student and have been attending Muggle schools while studying under me. That should clear up most doubts."
Maverid his father sat quietly, pting the pn. They both agreed it was well thought out.
"Ed, you know, if wets out that you've taken on a student, it'll draw a lot of attention to Maverick," Michael said, his voice ced with .
"Attention? Ha! Let them try!" Edward responded fearlessly.
But after giving it some thought, he calmed down. "Hmm... I won't make it publid I'll ask Fontaio keep it quiet as well."
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," Michael agreed, and Maveriodded too.
"Well, little Rick, as I mentioned before, I'd like to run a little test..." Edward addressed Maverick.
"Uh... Is it a dete spell test, like the one you did before?" Maverick asked nervously.
"No. And what's with that look?" Edward asked, squinting.
Maverick scratched his head to hide his nerves under a mask of embarrassment. He was indeed uneasy, remembering how helpless he had felt when Edward had cast the spell on him.
Fortunately, Edward didn't linger on the memory. "Your dad tells me you covered almost all the spells taught at Hogwarts in just six months. That's a big cim."
Maverick rexed. As long as it didn't involve strange spells being cast on him, he felt more at ease.
"Not t, but it's true, Uncle," Maverick replied, a hint of pride in his voice.
Edward stood up from the coud addressed Michael first. "I'll take him somewhere and be ba an hour. I just want to see your son's genius firsthand." Then he looked at Maverick.
"Uh..." Michael hesitated, but after a moment, he nodded. "Alright, just make sure to return soon. Ariel would be upset if you both missed lunch."
Edward hen turo Maverick. "e on, kid. Take my hand."
Maverick had a good idea of what his ueo do. In fact, he was a bit excited.
"Rex. I'm about to Apparate us. You know about it?" Edward expined briefly.
"Uh... I read about it but have never seen it dohe actual magic wasn't in the books."
"Of course it's not," Edward scoffed. "Alright, brace yourself."
...
Located 183 miles west-northwest of Nunivak Isnd, St. Matthew Isnd is a remote, uninhabited isnd in the Bering Sea, Aska, uhe administration of the Uates.
Two figures suddenly appeared in a grassy area a few miles from the coast. Although the ndscape was green with grass, the temperature hovered just a few degrees above freezing.
-Cough, Cough Cough.
Maverick couldn't help but cough, overwhelmed by the unpleasaion he'd just experienced. He had read about Apparition and its side effects, but feeling it firsthand was, without a doubt, one of the most unpleasant experiences he had ever had.
But within moments, he mao pull himself together and look around at where his uncle had brought him.
"Where are we?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Not bad… Most people would spill their guts after experieng Apparition for the first time," Edward remarked, impressed by Maverick's toughness.
"We're in a pce very far from any prying eyes. But just in case…" Edward said, his eyes widening and glowing gold.
Maverick felt a wave—no, a tsunami—of energy surge through him. Even if only for a moment, the iy reminded him that the man in front of him was one of the most powerful individuals in the world.
"Good. Not a soul in sight," Edward said after a moment of silence, and Maverick was certain that his uncle had just pleted a wide-range s of the area.
He waited for his uncle's instrus, still unsure why he had been brought to such a remote pce, somewhere so distant he didn't even know where they were.
"All right, little Rick. First, I want you to demonstrate what you've learned. Show me a few spells you're fident in..."
Maverick thought it over. It seemed his uncle simply wao verify his cims.
Maverick raised his hand, and his wand slipped from the holder strapped to his arm and into his grasp.
He didn't hesitate or overthink; the list of spells was already infront, dispyed by the system.
Just as he prepared to begin, Edward called out, "You start with some offensive ones—direct them at me."
Maverick paused, then nodded. He wasn't worried; he knew his uncle would be unharmed.
He began with an Exploding Charm. "Bombarda!" The spell shot forward and hit, something. The ground in front of his uncle, scattered dirt, creating a small cloud of dust.
Edward stood rexed, hands tucked into his pockets, his thick, wavy golden hair fluttering like a majestic lion's mao Maverick's astonishment, his uncle did not cast any defensive spells; he blocked it effortlessly with raw energy alone.
"Flipendo!" he followed up with a knockback jinx, but the result was the same.
"Indio!"
"Diffindo!"
"Bombarda Maxima!"
He unleashed several spells, each he knew with intermediate proficy, ending with a more powerful version of the Exploding Charm. Yet his uncle remained in pce, calm as if the spells were nothing more than light gusts of wind. The final spell made him raise an eyebrow, but that was it.
Maverick took a deep breath, preparing to cast the spells he knew best, at the advanced proficy.
First, he fired a Binding Spell, ting "Petrificus Totalus," then immediately followed up with a powerful Stunner. "Stupefy!"
Both spells crashed against the invisible energy barrier in rapid succession, scattering rocks and creating a far greater impact than before. Still, the barrier held firm, and his uncle remained unfazed, as nont as ever.
Cp! Cp! Cp!
Edward showed a satisfied expression, g three times in praise.
"All right, now show me the defensive spells. I'll attack, and you defend."
Maverick eechless, hoping his uncle was only joking. But seeing Maverick's face, Edward only grinned and added, "Don't worry, I know how to measure my own strength. But don't sck off—you did make a bold cim."
Maverick didn't get a ce to respond; he saw his lion-like uhdraw one hand from his pocket and point a fi him.
"Protego!"
A transparent, spherical shield formed around him as Maverick prepared for the impact. But nothing happened—Edward simply stood there, pointing.
"A very solid Shield Charm. Impressive," he ented before a ball of energy formed at the tip of his finger and shot toward Maverick.
Boom!
Maverick's Shield Charm held strong, scattering dust and soil in a half-circle away from him.
'A spell? No! The force was definitely at the level of my stro offensive spells,' Maverialyzed, feeling a weight from the feedback of the impact.
"Truly… very impressive, little Riow, try holding on as long as you ," Edward said, ung more energy beam like things at him in quick succession.
"Uncle, wai—"
Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After the fourth hit, Maverick felt heavy and fatigued. His shield was still intact, but each impact seemed to reverberate through his body, as though gravity intensified with each strike before releasing again.
He looked visibly drained, panting, with beads of sweat f on his forehead.
Edward halted his onsught and took a good look at Maverick.
"Tell me, little Rick, what do you ck at this moment?"
His uncle asked a strange question. He made the Shield Charm disappear and gave it some thought. Some of my hypotheses may need further analysis, he pondered.
"Stamina? ical energy?" he replied after careful sideration.
Edward nodded. "Yes. Your uanding of some of the spells you demonstrated has clearly reached a profound level, but you ck the fuel to back it up."
"I say with certainty that your Shield Charm is at a very high level, even pared to some veteran wizards I know. However, what you pared to them is power and stamina."
Maverick listened carefully, paring Edward's words with the theories he had already formed. What his uncle expined was something he had suspected, and now it was firmed. Still, he wasn't worried or disced. With time on his side, he knew he would only grow stronger.
"Uncle, I've only been a wizard for less than a year, and you're pario seasoned Great-Magus…"
Edward blinked, realizing his ht. "Haha… That's true. I was only trying to teach you a lesson and make sure you don't bee too proud…" He expirying to hide a hint of embarrassment.
He had indeed overlooked that point after witnessing Maverick's deep uanding of spells.
"Hmmm…" Edward stood with a hand on his , seemingly deep in thought.
"Right… Show me your Patronus," he said suddenly.
Maveriodded and flipped his wand, ting, "Expecto Patronum." A raven made of white, foggy energy took shape in front of him, fpping its wings before slowly nding on his shoulder.
"Incredible!" Edward excimed. "A very solid Patronus!"
"Alright, the first half of my test is done, and you've passed with high marks," Edward said, walking toward Maverick.
He pced a hand on Maverick's shoulder, and Maverick felt a rush of energy pour into him, like the refreshiion of cold water after a long run.
Edward maintaihe e for a few seds before stopping. Then he snapped his fingers, and the scattered ground, soil, and debris began to move as if time were reversing, returning to the way it looked before they started firing spells.
Maverick observed everything, feeling his fatigue nearly vanish. The ease with which his uncle performed the Reverte spell indicated advanaster-level proficy.
This time, he k ell and not just raw energy, because one, he knows the spell, and two, there were no visible signs of magical energy being physically dispyed.
"Are you good, or do you want to go back?" Edward asked, his wand appearing in his grip.
"No, uncle… Let's tinue…" Maverick responded. He was genuinely enjoying himself. It was the first time i six months that he had used spells without any worry, and the feeling exhirated him.
"Good. Now, this is my st test for you. If you pass, I will take you on as my apprentice," Edward said expetly, crossing his arms over his chest while holding his wand in one hand.
"Uh… I thought you had already decided to take me in as your student, uncle…" Maverick said, showing a shy and slightly fused expression as he scratched his head with the tip of his wand.
"True… That's me taking you as a student. I have the moment, and only one of them is my direct apprentice. For my students, I won't be teag them personally muly some selected courses. Instead, I have my close fidants as their teachers.
But make no mistake, they are all extremely knowledgeable, at least at the Marquis level. So don't be disheartened just because you may not bey apprentice, little Rick. It's still much better than learning from any school in the world." Edward grinned and gave a thumbs-up.
Maverick carefully sidered his uncle's words. He resolved to do everything he could to bee Edward Garling's apprentice because he believed that with his uncle as a backer, he would have a much easier time aplishing his future pns. But if not, that was fine as well.
After all, his retionship with Edward would be more than just that of a student; he was also a good friend of his father.
He knew he was being a bit shameless for thinking like that, but it was just a fleeting thought. Either way, it was a win-win situation.
"I uand, uncle. Let's get started," Maverick said, nodding solemnly with a determined expression.
Edward raised his wand. "Pay close attention to my wand movements and listen carefully to the intation. This is a spell I developed myself, and only my students and apprentices have had the opportunity to learn it."
"Illusio Lunam Le!"
...
"Tell me, little Rick, have you ever heard of a spell that trap someone in a true illusion?"
Maverick paused, sidering his answer. "You mean like a fusion Charm?"
"Hmm… Yes, in a way," Edward replied, nodding thoughtfully. "But this is something different. I'm talking about a true illusion—a spell that goes beyond that."
Maverick furrowed his brow, digging through his memories. He recalled the spells he had learned, and spells from the Harry Potter series, but nothing came up.
"This spell... I created it myself. One of a kind!" Edward's gaze was fixed on Maveribsp;"I want to test yenius. If you grasp it as you cim to have learhe entire seven-year spell set, I'll decide whether to take you on as my apprentice or wele you as one of my students."
"I have no doubt that you learn it... Any genius . The spell is easy to pick up, but very, very difficult to master.
And I don't expect you to master it right away; I only want to see enough uanding to measure your potential."
Taking a few steps back, Edward raised his wand with deliberate care, his eyes never leaving Maverick's. "I've only taught this spell to a select few. You're the tenth person I've ever shared it with. It be a powerful tool, even a trump card when you most."
Maverick watched closely. With his heightened magical sense, he noted even the smallest movements or deviations in the ting. He wao impress Edward Garling.
"This spell... be very dangerous in the wrong hands!" After many instrus, he finally advised caution, and adopted a serious expression he rarely showed.
"Pay close attention to my wand movements and listen carefully to the intation."
"Illusio Lunam Le!" He demonstrated with a swift, fluid flick.
"This motion must be firm and sharp, like a bde. In that instant, your mind must be entirely clear, your i singur: to dominate! You must visualize, iail, the illusion you want to create—the texture of the air, the light, the sound—all of it. Whatever you wish them to see, feel, or even fear, you must build fully in your mind and project it.
One requirement for casting is a grasp of the mind arts. But you have somethier: your mana perception is exceptionally high, making up for that."
Maverick's expression turned into a mix of curiosity and caution. Most spells in the mind arts were not something he wao experience.
To an ordinary observer, Edward's movements might have seemed like simple wand flicks in the air. But with his magical sense heightened, Maverioticed slight ripples spreading from the tip of the wand, like invisible waves.
He focused ily. One sed. Two seds. Five seds. When no visible ges occurred, doubt crept into his expression, only to shift back to shock as he felt a tremor in the ground.
His gaze remained fixed on Edward, and he was stuo see Edward slowly begin to disappear. That was what his seold him.
The slight quake beh him was sistent but not intense.
All of his senses were on high alert, searg for any abnormalities.
Along with the tremor, Edward's physical fradually became transparent until, a few seds ter, he vanished pletely.
Maverick was certain now that he had fallen uhe spell—and he hadn't even noticed.
The tremors intensified, f him to spread his legs wider to maintain his bance.
"The victims wouldn't even realize they were caught," echoed Edward's voice from everywhere. Maverick straio locate its source but failed miserably.
"You ge the smell..."
Suddenly, a burning st filled the air.
"The sounds..."
A loud boom, like somethionatih him, erupted from below, and Maveristinctively gnced down.
"Sight..."
The tremrew strohe ground shook violently, and Maverick struggled to keep his footing.
Boom!
A burst of fire—no, va—spurted up like a small eruption a few meters away, causing him to lose his band fall back.
"The sensation on your skin..."
Each decration grew louder and echoed around him, overwhelming Maverick as he tried to make sense of it all.
He felt the heat, even the shock wave which pushed him back a bit, f two lines where his boots dragged the grouh.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
More eruptions surrounded him—first from the east, then the west, front and babsp;He felt the heat radiating against his skin.
ks of va hurtled toward him, and instinct kicked in. He stumbled, leaping from the cracked ground and darting toward an opening.
Boooooom!
A rger explosioed directly in front of him, and the shockwave sent him flying backward.
Maverick looked visibly shaken. This was the first time in both his lives that he had experienced something like this—a near-death experienbsp;He even fot that this was just a demonstration of an illusion.
Using all four limbs, he turo run.
RUMBLE!
The ground directly below him began to shake, f him to hesitate.
RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
'No! No, no, no! This isn't real!' Maverick reminded himself, panic rising.
Crack!
The ground split opeh him, creating a chasm that separated him from safety.
Crabsp;Crack!
The gap widened quickly, and Maverick g desperately to either side, his arms and legs straining to hold on.
'No, not real! Not real!
RUMBLE!
A gust of hot air rushed up from below, where the front of his body faced. His eyes widened as he saw the glow of red va surging toward him. He could her run nor jump. All four limbs barely kept him from plummeting into the abyss.
"Argh!"
He squinted in pain, feeling the intense heat against his body.
His eyes were wide open as he looked helplessly at the va rushing toward him.
No! NO!
He closed his eyes, brag for impact.
Then, nothing came. After a moment, he remembered to open them, only to find Edward standing in front of him, the se peaceful once more.
Then—
Thump! Thump!
He felt the adrenaline c through him, his body reminding him that he had just experienced something intense.
Maverick subsciously turned his head frantically, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
"Well, how was it?"
His frantic behavior was brought to a pause upon hearing the familiar voice.
He looked ahead at his uncle. "What just..." He struggled to speak; his voice was low.
"How was your experience?" Edward inquired again, this time showing a helpless smile, thinking he might have gone a bit overboard with the demonstration.
Maverick finally came back to his senses. He had felt curiosity, fusion, shock, and then fear, all without realizing it.
"That was... real?" he could only ask.
"Real?" Edward echoed, tilting his head slightly. "What does 'real' mean?"
"I mean, that felt so real..." Maverick corrected himself, finally getting his mind ba track.
"Do you want to feel it again, so you grasp the sense of it?"
"Cough... That felt so real. I didn't even know when I got hit. Is there a way to break free from it?" He coughed to rid himself of embarrassment, then ged the subjed asked instead.
"Break free? Yes, there are two ways. First, you have to realize that you are under an illusion. Then, if your mana reserves are greater than the caster's, you brute force your way free from it. Otherwise, you o have extreme mastery over your mana sense—just as I do. Then, you spread your mana inside your body very rapidly in an irregur manner, allowing you to break free from the illusion," Edward expined in one breath.
Maverick stood speechless, listening to the expnation. He asked the question not expeg an answer, feeling that if he were in Edward's position, such valuable information shouldn't be given away so casually.
"Why... You think I shouldn't share this information?" Edward asked, his tone mixed with amusement.
Maverick sheepishly scratched his head in embarrassment, realizing his uncle had somehow guessed his shrude little thought.
"First, you are Mike's son. I've known him for over two decades. He is one of the few people I sider a truly brotherly friend. And I've known you since you were a baby and have a general idea about your personality—enough to judge your character.
Sed, you're about to bey student, and I sider my students to be the people closest to me apart from my family.
Third, I am Edward Garling!"
He expined, although the st part was more of a boast. Well, a very reasonable boast.
Maverick scratched his head again, showing an embarrassed grin before speaking. "So then, Ueach me the principles behind the spell, the ting, and the wand movements a few times. I'll learn it in an hour."
Edward gave him a disdainful look. "Boy, if you learn this and even cast a simple illusion on me in an hour, I'll owe you a favor."
Saying that, he materialized a small, rolled-up part by tapping the ring on his right middle finger.
"Read this and burn it. I wrote this specifically for you, given your extraordinary achievement in mana trol while you were embarrassing yourself under my spell. Whether you start to prehend it or not, we'll be returning in an hour. It's been half an hour already, and I don't want to get a scolding from your mother."
Hearing the Arch-Magus speak as if his mother were something dangerous seemed really silly. But that's who his uncle erson who truly valued those who were his close fidants, powerful or not.
Maverick caught the part, unrolled it, and started reading. The instrus were simple for him. The principles of utilizing magical sense, which he already knew, bined with everything else here, made him think he could get started right away.
Maverick's attention was momentarily drawn to Edward, who suddenly jured a chair, took out a bottle by tapping his ring, and sat down casually with a raised brow.
"Go on… give it your best," he said, easily opening the metal cap.
Maverick shook his head, sat down on the grass, auro analyze the principles of his uncle's illusion spell.
After reading bad forth a couple of times, he used firngo to burn the paper.
He then stood up, took his wand from the wand holder, and closed his eyes. His memory went back to when his uncle cast the spell: the wand movements, the ting, and the subtle cues he had picked up using his magical sense.
bining it with the notes on the spell's detailed principles, he raised his wand to give it his first try.
"Illusio Lunam Le!"
With nearly the same swing, he attempted to cast the spell on his uncle, who was sitting on a jured sofa, one foot over the other, elbow rested on one arm of the chair, sipping from his bottle and watg him ily.
Nothing happened.
"Illusio Lunam Le!"
"Here's a hint—keep it simple. Make me think you're a rock or something," Edward remarked casually, causing Maverick to pause and think.
After several seds frozen in thought, Maverick's eyes gleamed as he tried again.
"Illusio Lunam Le!"
Again, nothing happened.
Half an hour ter.
The wind was calm, barely enough to make the grass flicker. Maverick stood in front of the casually seated Arch-Magus, eyes closed, wand in hand.
Acc to Edward, this was an easy spell to start with, and after reading the principles, Maveriderstood why. At a basic level of uanding, the spell funed much like a typical fusion Charm.
Drawing from the notes and recalling Edward's movements when casting the spell, Maverick focused deeply as he made his umpteenth attempt.
With a glimmer in his eyes, he opehem, and in perfect timing, his wand hand moved, exeg the familiar swing.
"Illusio Lunam Le!"
...
Nothing happened. Or rather, something did happen. The spell didn't cast correctly, nor did it reach the intearget, but Maverick's magical sense picked up a faint ripple—ohat aligned with the notes, a ripple that would occur when magic attempted to find a target.
The ripple formed briefly, only to disappear immediately, signaling a failed attempt.
"Ahaha… e on, little Rick, let's get you home. I'm starving." Edward stood from his jured seat. He had undoubtedly noticed the subtle improvement in Maverick's st failed attempt, but to him, it wasn't enough to be sidered as anything. Eveing started.
However, instead of the look of disappoihat might follow a failed attempt, Maverick's face showed nothing but ecstasy.
He did his best to suppress his emotions and watched as Edward dispelled the jured seat, obviously ready to head back.
When their eyes met, Edward spoke first, "I said it was an easy spell to get started with, but I never meant learn-it-in-one-day easy. Eveook a month to cast the simplest illusion… so don't be so hard on yourself." He paused, allowing Maverick to process his words.
"Little Rick, if you cast even a simple illusion, using the principles of my spell, within a month, I'll sider you qualified."
Maverick, however, gave a fident grin, one er of his mouth curling upward. Edward misread it, thinking Maverick had either agreed or felt fident he could plete the challenge soohan a month.
But what Edward didn't realize was that Maverick's smile held a different meaning, and he was about to give the man a major surprise.
After all, his system had just prompted him that his proficy had reached Beginner level in the illusion spell immediately following his st attempt.
[Illusio Lunam Le (Beginner +)]
...
Maverick had his focus on the addition to his system panel.
The spell, Illusio Lunam Le, was listed uhe spells, meaning he could increase its proficy using system points.
Without hesitation, he willed the plus sign, and the system dispyed the expected notification.
[ Spend 10 poins to increase the proficy of Illusio Lunam Le to intermediate profibsp;]
[YES] [NO]
Maverick chose YES, and a surge of information flooded his mind. It arrived as memories, as usual, giving him a deeper uanding of the principles and a strrasp on casting the new spell.
Using the system took only a moment, and Edward still stood there, having just advised him to take it easy, challenging him to master the spell within a month.
"Uncle, you said you'd owe me a favor if I could cast even a simple illusion in an hour, right?" Maverick remihe Arch-Magus.
Edward raised a brow, clearly amused but not taking him seriously. "Sure, as long as it's nothing too... shady."
Maverick raised his wand, a fident grin on his face. "I'm just a lowly Magus, and you're the mighty Golden-Lion of America. Even if I mao pull this off, I doubt it'll fool you."
Edward smirked at the audacious boy in front of him, still not expeg Maverick to uand the spell's full power. "Alright, kid. I'll lower my mana perception to the level of a typical Magus," Edward said, making the adjustment with a wave of his hand. He didn't know why, but he decided to humor Maverick.
Maverick looked him straight in the eye. He trusted his uncle's word and knew he wouldn't lie.
"Illusio Lunam Le!"
Maverick's intation was smooth, his wand movements precise. A ripple spread out in a half-circle, passing Edward.
Since Edward had dulled his perception, he didn't notiything at first, though he was quietly impressed with Maverick's improvements in ting and teique.
Then, in a deyed moment of realization, his eyes widened, showing genuine surprise for the first time that day.
Maverick—or rather, what Edward saw as Maverick—began to ge.
The transformation was surreal and a bit uling. Maverick's skin, hair, and clothing turned an intense, matte bck, abs the surrounding light until he looked like a shadow rather than a person. Slowly, his form began to break apart, each piece dissolving into feathers, peeling away one by one.
The air grew eerily still as Edward's gaze locked onto the image before him, hypnotized by the straamorphosis.
From the darkness of Maverick's form, pairs of red, raven-like eyes flickered to life, pierg and cold. Each pair blinked, shifting in and out of focus, and then morphed, eae transf into a pitch-bck raven that emerged from the shadowy figure.
Then, in an explosive burst, the bck mass disied, scattering in a cloud of bck feathers and dark, beady eyes. Ravens shot out in every dire, filling the air with the frantic fpping of wings. Within seds, Maverick had pletely vanished, leaving only a sky filled with g ravens that spiraled up and dispersed, leaving behind a heavy silence.
Snapping out of his shock, Edward instinctively activated his mana, breaking the illusion instantly.
Maverick reappeared, standing calmly in the same spot, wand still raised.
Edward's face shifted from shock to serious ption, and finally, to a sigh of helpless admiration. Shaking his head, he muttered, "Calling you a genius doesn't cover it... You're a monster, kid."
Maverick lowered his wand with a grin, replying, "Just don't let Mom hear that."
Edward ughed—a deep, genuine ugh—before his gaze turned serious, log onto Maverick's. "Maverick Caesar, I don't say this lightly. I want you as my student... My direct disciple. Will you accept?"
It was clear this wasn't just an offer. Edward's tone was deeply respectful, his expression serious, ah it, a hint of worry—almost as if he feared Maverick might refuse.
Maverick looked at the now solemn Arch-Magus with equal seriousness. He bowed first, then spoke early. "Please, accept me as your apprentice." Instead of a simple "yes," he made it a request, uanding it would honor his uncle's status as an Arch-Magus—one of only seven known to be alive today.
Edward reized the gesture, and Maverick's thoughtfulness elevated his respect even more. He extended his hand, prompting Maverick to stand straight.
"I accept. From today on, along with my daughter Isabel Garling, you will be my sed apprentice."
This rare ceremony was ducted in one of the most remote pces oh, with only the two parties involved as witnesses.
They exged genuine smiles. A teacher to a student, and a student to a teacher.
"Let's go. I hope it's not too te and I don't get your mother on my back…" Edward said, pg a hand on Maverick's shoulder.
"By the way, do you know the Disillusio spell?" Edward asked. In response, Maverick simply flicked his wand and cast the spell silently.
"Impressive… Get ready!" Edward said, perf the Apparition.
The two—now teacher and student—appeared in front of Maverick's house. Under an invisibility charm, they were unnoticed by anyone around.
They walked up to the door, and Maverick rang the bell.
"I liked the thing you did with the ravens," Edward said as they waited. "Where'd you get the idea?"
"Uh… It just came to me…"
"Haha... You've got a sharp mind, little Rick. bihat with some creativity, and you'll be a force to re with," Edraised, encing him.
Maverick shared the feeling, sensing this spell would bee one of his most valuable assets.
Click.
The door opened, revealing Michael. Thanks to the Disillusio charm, he saw no one, but he was used to it and knew Edward and Maverick were there.
He stepped aside, and after a moment, closed the door behind them.
Inside, Maverick lifted the charm, and Michael let out a sigh of relief.
"Is it bad? How bad?" Edward asked, eyes wide.
Maverick watched the little exge between his teacher and father, not enting. After all, they'd only been gone an hour and a half.
"No, it's fine. I told her you'd be ba two hours, and you're here before that, so we're safe."
"Haha… Let's go then. It's been too long since I've had Ary's cooking."
They made their way to the kit, where Maverick's mother was setting the table.
A while ter, Maverick, his parents, and his teacher sat around the table, enjoying a delicious lunch prepared by his mother.
"So, what's the pn now? Will you be going to America with Ed, or...?" Michael asked, lookiween Maverid Edward.
"Well, you don't expect Edward to py nanny every day, do you?" Ariel chimed in.
"Haha… o worry about me and Rick here."
"Yeah, I'm not a kid, Mother. I'm almost 19."
"You'll always be my kid, young man." His mother shot him a look, daring him tue.
Maverick, the prodigy magi, and Michael, Britain's Prime Minister, both sighed, surrendering to the only authority higher than themselves.
"Hahahaha…" Edward's ughter did nothing to save them from the embarrassment.
"I'll head to America with Uncle. I'm pnning to take my exams in June, so I o cover a lot in potions and alchemy. I've read the books, but I need hands-on experience."
"Take your time with it, Rick," Edward advised early. "Potions and alchemy are practical subjects. Reading's good, but that's just part of it."
"He's right, Maverick," his mreed. "I don't know anything about potions or alchemy, but they sound tough. Your uncle knows best, so don't rush." His father nodded along.
Maverick sighed. There was no way he could expin his system, so he'd have to keep ing up with excuses.
Both Potions and Alchemy were currently at a Beginner level, listed as talents in his system. Maveri both up to Intermediate before heading to America.
Pretending not to know much about potions and alchemy would be more hassle than it was worth, so Maverick decided to genuinely study both subjects and see if he could reach Advanced profi his own. If he didn't make enough progress by exam time, he'd then use system points to boost his proficy for a better score.
Of course, he wasn't aiming for a perfect score, even if he believed it would be possible with Advanced proficy. Instead, he po achieve a score that was sidered excellent, just below the level of an outstanding genius.
After all, standing out as an all-around prodigy would only draw too much attention—something he wao avoid.
For now, he didn't io go beyond Advanced iher subject; the points cost was too high, and he o prioritize his overall strength first.
He quickly thought through his pn, then refocused on the versation. He o take the exam this year because he wao travel, y the groundwork for his future, a back before the events of the Harry Potter storyline began. By then, he'd be ready to apply for a teag position at Hogwarts.
First, he had to get his teacher on board.
An idea popped into his head, and he shot his teacher a sly look, a smirk pying at the ers of his mouth. "Hey, Teacher, what do you think about making another bet?"
Edward felt a wave of unease wash over him. He reized that look and the fidence behind it.
He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. You take this year's exam. But potions and alchemy aren't really my strong suits, so when you get to America, I'll set you up with two tutood friends of mine."
Then, realizing he had more to say, he added seriously, "But listen, kid, you're my student now, and I don't want to see any average grades. You don't have to be at the top, but I expect you to do better than average. If not, you might as well wait until year."
Maverick grinned and nodded. "Don't worry, Teacher. I'll make you proud."
Later, Edward left the Caesar family home after expining his pn to help sort out Maverick's identity issue with his parents.
Before he headed out, Maverick asked for a few key spells—ones he couldn't find in any of the books.
Without hesitation, Edward shared everything he asked for and reminded him to take it easy before heading to Ameri a week.
After Edward left, the family settled bato their usual routine, and the week flew by before they k.
Today, Maverick woke up, finished his m routine, and headed downstairs. His parents had taken the m off from work to say goodbye before his trip abroad.
Over the past week, Maverick practiced the few spells he had learned from his teacher. It turned out to be surprisingly easy to uand them well enough for the system tnize and prompt him.
The spells included the fundus Charm, Occlumency, and Apparition. When Maverick went to ask his teacher for them, he hesitated at first because he didn't want Edward to ask too many questions, and he genuinely preferred not to lie.
To his surprise, Edward hahem over without hesitation, only warning him not to practice Apparition without supervision and reminding him of its dangers.
Maverick agreed a it.
Occlumend fundus was very simple for him, and he was able to get the system tnize in half a day.
However, after reading the principles behind the Apparition spell, the system surprised him by actually listing the spell. It showed that he had at least a basiderstanding of it.
This was true in a way, since he grasped the principles; all that was left was for him to perform the spell.
Maverick guessed that his previous experieh the spell—along with his higher profi Magical Sense and Magical Energy Manipution—might have pyed a role in the system reizing it without him even trying to perform it.
He didn't hesitate to raise the three new spell to Advanced proficy. They were very useful and gave him more ways to protect himself.
[ Name: Maverick Caeser ]
[ Css: Wizard ]
[ Rank: Magus ]
[ Magical Energy: 483 (+) ]
[ Points: 108 ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristic Points: 1 ]
[ Extraordinary Characteristics: Excellent grade spellcasting ]
[ Talents: ]
[ Magical Energy Manipution (Advanced +) ]
[ Magical Sense (Advanced +) ]
[ Transfiguration (Advanced +) ]
[ Potions (Intermediate +) ]
[ Alchemy (Intermediate +) ]
[ Spells: ]
[ Aquired Advanced Proficy: ]
[ Illusio Lunam Le + | Flipendo + | Bombarda + | Expelliarmus + | Protego + | Finite Intatem + | Petrificus Totalus + | Stupefy + | PatronusCharm + | Episkey + | Reparo + | Revelio + | Disillusio + | Wingardium Leviosa + | Occlumency + | Apparition + | fundus + ... ]
[ Aquired Intermediate Profibsp;]
[ .... ]
