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  He came a. With a simple wave of his sleeve, Snape left behind Ian, who was still eager to learn new magic, a bag of gold s that had mysteriously appeared, and a tidy living room, now free of the earlier chaos.

  "Suppress your curiosity about dark magic. Don't let me catch you snooping around the vilge for things you shouldn't be, and if I find out you're trying to learn dark magi someone, you're finished!" Before departing, Snape issued a btant threat, perhaps ed about the Acolytes of the Grindelwald fa who had been active in the vilge tely, or maybe worried that Ian might actually end up in Azkaban.

  "I promise I won't snoop around!" Ian replied, his voice trembling. Whether or not it satisfied She professor certainly didn't expect that his threat would have a sting "trol" effe Ian.

  As soon as Snape left, Ian rushed to the toilet. In a few swift movements, he opehe water tank. There, ed in oilcloth, y "Secrets of the Darkest Art," quietly resting beside the tank— sihe otion st night, Ian had hidden it there as a precaution.

  After all, with a series of pops, a group of corpses had emerged, creating quite a ruckus. Though he hadn't anticipated running into Snape, Ian was still anxious, preparing for the possibility that the unusual events in the might attract the attention of other wizards.

  Every day when he went out te, Ian often overheard the innkeeper Rossiping about who in the vilge had been battling a wizard or multiple witches in the middle of the night.

  If even those sounds could be detected, how could Ian not worry about the noise he had made being noticed? Much of what he told Snape was true; he really hadn't slept at all st night, fearing that a wizard might e knog. In such a state of ay, "Secrets of the Darkest Art" definitely o be hidden.

  Initially, Ian had sidered smashing the toilet, hiding "Secrets of the Darkest Art" in a secret pipe, and then using the [Repairing Charm] to restore the toilet to its inal state, all without aig.

  However, he ultimately decided against it. Not only was he ed that "Secrets of the Darkest Art" might be washed away, but he also feared that after being marinated in indescribable substahe knowledge within would be desecrated.

  While the desecration of knowledge wasn't a huge deal, the thought of learning from such tainted material was uling. Ian didn't want to earn any "He smells like feces" ents after enrolling in Hogwarts.

  [Wizard of Feces]

  Just thinking about such a title was terrifying enough. Because of this, Ian made a sed-best choice. Hiding "Secrets of the Darkest Art" ioilet tank was ihe correct choice as it made it hard for ao detect it.

  The fact proved that Snape had no idea Ian had obtained such a prehensive work on dark magid had hidden it in a er of the room. With this book, why would he o seek out dark magi others?

  "My precious~" Ian checked the seal of the oilcloth, then tucked "Secrets of the Darkest Art" back away. He now had something more pressing than studying dark magic.

  [Successfully read Potions Book, Potions Mastery +1]

  [Successfully read Potions Book, Potions Mastery +1]

  [Successfully read Potions Book, Potions Mastery +1]

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  Yes. Copyied books. This was the more urgent matter. pared to knowledge that could be studied at any time, pletely copying the Potions Books for seven years was what Ian o focus on.

  Professor Mara was a good teacher, but she didn't seem like a particurly powerful witch. Who knew if Professor Mara would tio teach him more magic if he didn't plete what he promised, or if she might let him personally experiehe taste of dark magibsp;

  Ian hadn't had much tact with the mysterious soul in this 'Twilight Zone' and couldn't make an accurate judgme. In any case, he'd rather endure a bit more with "Auto Quill" than take the risk. After all, "Auto Quill" didn't have much use at this age. Might as well use it to copy furiously.

  "Swish swish~ swish swish~ swish swish~" In the quiet , the sound of the quill scratg against the notebook filled the air.

  [Successfully read Potions Book, Potions Mastery +1]

  [Successfully read Potions Book, Potions Mastery +1]

  [Successfully read Potions Book, Potions Mastery +1]

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  The steadily increasing proficy became Ian's motivation for writing—quills that could automatically transcribe text were sold in the vilge, and Ian, having been "refed" by Snape, was once again flush with money.

  However, si night, when he discovered that copying these textbooks could increase his [Potions Mastery] skill, Ian abahe idea of zily using "teology." Being able to study intensely was a kind of joy for Iaing knowledge flow through his mind as he copied, leaving traces of its passage— what a delightful experience!

  "Ohere was the Half-Blood Prince; who knows, Hogwarts might produother Orphan Prince!" Iahat his potions talent probably wasn't too shabby either.

  After all, for most young wizards, potions knowledge, o eheir minds, might evehat when it flows out, it takes other knowledge with it. Just by passively reading while copying, he could gain profid the Potion Mastery will tio increase.

  Such a level of talent was basically sed only to Ian's somewhat unreasonable dark magic talent. Well, as it stood, only his white magic talent was a bit g. It required several repeated practices to learn, and the interval for increasing proficy when using it was also about ten minutes longer pared to [Potions Mastery].

  "If I could get more teags from Dumbledore, perhaps it could make up for my ck of white magic talent?" Ian was full of anticipation and longing for the learning life after school started.

  'What? Dumbledore doesn't teach magic csses? No way! Would the great headmaster refuse a student's eager request for learning? You o have thick skin to ask for favours! That's what really gets you the meat!'

  [Successfully read Potions Book, Potions Mastery +1]

  Even though Ian occasionally got distracted while copying, the increase in profily slowed down, which might be the hidden talent within the Prince family bloodline.

  The quill lightly touched the paper, the ink slowly solidifying. The sunlight outside was bright. Inside, only the soft sound of the quill against the paper could be heard, iwined with the occasional rustle of turning pages, the air filled with a faint st of ink and books. Ian gradually became absorbed. Focused.

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