After realizing that little bit of inspiration, Gawain threw himself into the study of spells.

This caused some problems for Colin's quality of life, as he woke up early to find that instead of a hearty breakfast, toast bread, a stack of balls of lettuce, and a one-sided fried ham awaited him.

"If I'm not wrong..."

Sitting at his desk, Gawain put down his pen and stretched his arms to the sky. There was a swollen circle around his eyes, and his short blond hair looked a little messy.

Last night, when he suddenly realized that it was time to sleep, it was already today.

"And you guy..."

Gawain scratched the abyss's chin a little angrily, it had been sticking to him like glue since it pounced on Gawain's face in the morning and woke him up, and he couldn't drag it away.

Abyss meowed, turning over on his legs, revealing his small belly. It's only been a day since I've been at home, but it's already completely undefended.

The self-cooked made Gawain feel a little helpless.

Lumos (fluorescent scintillation). ”

Taking a deep breath, and then taking a deep breath, Gawain grasped the ebony wand, his right arm naturally straightened, and exhaled the incantation.

Again, he sensed the strange sensation, and his consciousness stretched out violently.

But this time, he didn't follow this trend naturally, but kept asking and taking the initiative to strengthen the connection.

Make it more stable and powerful.

A silvery cluster of light appeared... No, it should be said that it bloomed at the top of his wand.

It was much more dazzling than the one Gawain had used before, and even in the light of the sun, it could still feel its harshness and warmth. And as Gawain took the initiative to weaken the connection, it dimmed again, turning into a comforting light.

Although still not as rigorous as he had hoped, Gawain believed that with enough practice, the spell would have a wider range of possibilities.

"Sure enough!"

Gawain wanted to laugh in celebration, but tried to calm down. He could feel that after the appearance of this silvery ball of light, a considerable part of his attention needed to maintain that connection.

Once you are stunned for a moment, it will disappear like a midsummer night's dream, like a bubble in the sun.

"The spell itself is a tool or a bridge, not a root. ”

Writing such a sentence in the notebook, Gawain teased the abyss with a ball of light with satisfaction. The little black cat also seems to like this oversized cat teasing stick, jumping up and down in chase.

A question has been haunting his mind since last night.

Why are spells mostly Latin?

And he rummaged through a few books before finally finding a clue.

Dumbledore's annotated History of Modern Magic mentions that many years ago, before the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was founded, Native American wizards often experienced changes in the effectiveness of learning general spells.

However, this is rarely the case with wizards who migrated with British colonization.

In other words, the spell itself is actually a preconceived impression, such as when fire comes out, fire is thought of. But what really makes a difference is the idea of the wizard himself?"

Gawain argues that this conclusion is far from perfect, and that there should be some deeper reasons.

But at least to the extent he knows so far.

"It's barely self-consistent. So, if Khronos is actually a spell as well?".

Thinking of this, he felt his heart beat faster, "Maybe I can try?"

“Khro...”

Gawain took the abyss off his lap and stood still at his desk, calling softly.

Just like last time, the world seemed to slow down visibly, and his perception became more acute. The gentle sound of the curtains in the breeze, the slight fragrance of the sun on the quilt, the rhythm of the fast beating heart...

He felt his blood flow accelerate, and his body temperature kept rising.

"Just like before. ”

Gawain thought, but he was sure that this time it was destined to be different.

"Weaken down, slow down. ”

He kept silently thinking in his mind, trying to make the process controllable, not turning into gunpowder and blowing himself up into a tattered rag doll.

And he's on the verge of success.

"Meow!"

Abyss suddenly stood up and looked at Gawain alertly.

Its pupils dilated slightly, and it let out a low roar of "woo" from its throat, and even the hair on its whole body stood upright. Before Gawain could react, it was already jumping high and jumping out of the crack in the slightly open window.

“nos...”

Suppressing his anxiety, he exhaled the second half of the spell, and then simply severed the connection that was about to be established.

Cancel the effect.

Only a few seconds later, but a deep tiredness swept over him, making Gawain feel dark in front of him, and he sat down weakly on the bed.

But he still reluctantly stood up and chased after him.

Meanwhile, on Privet Road, not far from Tulip Road, where Gawain's home is located.

Harry Potter was running out of breath.

The eleven-year-old was very thin, wore a pair of thin-rimmed black-rimmed glasses, and wore sneakers that seemed to be a size larger than his feet, so much so that he had to stop from time to time to adjust when he ran.

Behind him were three boys with menacing expressions.

"Damn it, Potter boy, stop me!"

The boy at the head had a big pink silver face, and because he was sweating profusely, locks of blond curly hair were on his forehead. While chasing, he tugged at the collar of the orange T-shirt with a round neckline.

"Are you stupid for me? Dada!"

Harry ran without looking back, and called out what his aunt had called each other when he was at home, which undoubtedly made the fat boy even more annoyed. But compared to the thin and agile Harry, his large size undoubtedly suffered a big loss in long-distance running.

The chase was supposed to end in his defeat.

If it weren't for Harry's sudden stop.

"Damn it!"

Harry, who was running, suddenly saw a little black cat in the middle of the road on his side, meowing sharply.

It seemed to be frightened by the sound of the car horn, and it immediately retracted when it wanted to step forward, and its round head turned around, which was pitiful.

To make matters worse, a car was heading towards it.

"It can't be hidden!"

Harry's mind went blank, and before he could think clearly, his body was already moving. He stopped, turned, and rushed to the middle of the road, wrapped his arms around the little black cat, and then jumped backwards sharply.

“Beeeeeeep！”

The driver pointed Harry's raised middle finger into the air, leaving a greeting that was so thick that it was silenced, and sped away.

"It's okay, almost. Don't do that again. ”

Harry, who was sitting on the ground, hugged the cat and gasped.

Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine, and he felt someone staring at him fiercely behind him.

"Run, Potter, run again?"

Just now, Dudley had caught up, moving his knuckles, trying to have a pleasant conversation with him.

1. The current theory of magic is incomplete, and there are silent spells, wandless spells, permanent transformations, etc., as well as potions and spells for research. But let me leave some foreshadowing for now.

2. The protagonist's mature thinking is not like an 11-year-old boy, which is related to the follow-up plot.