A soft ball of light floated silently in front of him, constantly emitting white light, but it could only illuminate the steps under his feet. There was some unknown magic between the steps, holding the light in place.

Ike tentatively sent the ball of light above the next step, and was immediately engulfed in darkness. When I went down the stairs, I saw the light again.

It was interesting, something Ike had never seen before, and even more interesting than the strange rooms of the Department of Mysteries. Ike was also interested, and with a wave of his hand, seven or eight balls of light were sent out and rushed into the darkness in front of him.

It didn't go far, just above the next step. But in just a few breaths, Ike sent dozens of them over, but there was still no light in the darkness.

It was also ruthless, and the consumption of the left and right lighting spells was almost negligible to him now, even if he had just finished a bitter battle. In this case, Ike played the illumination spell out of a flower, and gradually, the ball of light was not only a soft white light, but also dazzling, colorless, flickering, and all kinds of large and small balls of light continued to emerge in front of him, and then were sent into the darkness in front of him that seemed to swallow everything.

In this way, Ike stayed in place for more than ten minutes, and he couldn't even remember how many light spells he had cast, and even used his wand. This hasn't happened in a long time.

After a long while, the darkness in front of him finally changed. There were other colors in the sheer black. It's just a small point at first, and if you don't pay attention, you might ignore it. After that, more and more small bright spots appeared, and they twinkled and twinkled, like twinkling stars in the night sky.

Ike stopped casting the spell and waved his wand, doubling himself up. In the dark, I don't know how many balls of light he sent in, but looking at the current situation, there should have been some kind of change that he didn't know.

The flickering frequency of the bright spots is getting faster and brighter. At one point, all the bright spots suddenly stopped flickering, and then suddenly became dazzling. There seemed to be the sound of glass breaking in my ears, and the light was shining in front of me.

Ike subconsciously narrowed his eyes and waved his wand forward. All of a sudden, the sound of "click" was heard, and a huge ball of light flew quickly forward, directly dispelling all the darkness, revealing the long white steps under his feet.

After running up the stairs for several minutes, Ike rushed straight into a brightly lit room.

Stopped, his eyes fell on the ceiling, a huge ball of light was floating silently there, emitting a soft white light, and from time to time other colors flashed on it, but in the blink of an eye, it was swallowed by the white light.

Ike thoughtfully raised the wand in his hand and waved it slightly, and the ball of light then rotated and gradually became smaller until it became the size of a ping-pong ball, and then slowly floated down, and finally stopped on the tip of the wand.

Reaching out and pinching it, there was a substance. Tossed it, the ball of light flew high and quickly landed in his hand, just like a real table tennis ball.

"Hehehe...... Hey, hey, hey......"

Ike laughed suddenly, he never expected that this simple lighting spell would also change qualitatively, and give him an unexpected surprise.

At the moment when the ball of light fell into his hand, a few words suddenly changed on the waste notepad system in his mind:

Illumination Spell lv7, learned!

It was really unintentional, and Ike never imagined that the lv7 spell he was looking for would appear in such a situation. Despite being just the most common Illumination Spell, the Illumination Spell at lv7 is anything but ordinary.

With a flick of the wand, the ball of light disappeared, and with a flick of the hand, an identical ball of light reappeared. With Ike's guidance, the ball of light suddenly grew in size and suddenly became smaller. After controlling it to the size of a ping-pong ball, the ball of light was still not at its limit, and it wasn't until it became the size of a marble that Ike felt the strain.

At this time, the ball of light had completely changed its appearance, and there was a faint golden light in the soft white. When I touched it again, it even had a little temperature.

Warm, similar to hand warmers.

Ike had a smile on his face, and as he played with the warm marbles, all sorts of inspirations and conjectures poured out of his heart. The suitcase flew out of the pocket automatically, and a notebook with a somewhat worn skin flew out of it. Stopping in mid-air and flipping through it, the quill pen scribbled on it, writing down the ideas and conjectures that flashed through Ike's mind.

After a long time, the quill finally stopped, and the notebook flew back to the suitcase after closing it. With a flick of his hand, the bright marbles in his hand flew to the ceiling, turning into the size of a football, and the soft white light filled the room again.

That's when Ike focused on his surroundings. When you look up, you can see the shelves that are as dense as the Hogwarts Library, filled with all kinds of books.

Thick, thin, new, old, big, small, all are well preserved. Ike pulled out a book in an unknown script, and by looking at the illustrations, he could recognize it as the Bible.

Even in several copies, Latin, Ancient Greek, and even cuneiform, it seems to contain all the scripts that have ever appeared on the planet, enough to drive any historian and linguist crazy.

With a finger of the wand, the suitcase opened automatically, and the books on the shelves flew in quickly. Although most of these words Ike didn't recognize, he could learn them. There is a time turner, and there will always be a day when you learn.

Although, they don't have the slightest magic fluctuation.

Strolling through the bookshelves, surrounded by a river of flying books, Ike slowly walked to the inside of the room. Gradually, there were fluctuations of magic on the books around them, very rarely, often only one on an entire shelf.

With a flick of the wand, the books were automatically diverted, and the non-magical books still flew into the suitcase, and the magic books fell to the ground next to the suitcase one by one.

The number is not very large, and when Ike emptied all the books on the shelves, there were only three stacks, roughly calculated, but more than a hundred. It's also excellent, after all, it's something Ike has never seen before, and it may even be a unique one.

At this point, Ike came to the innermost part of the room. Where the bookshelf was supposed to be placed, a boxy marble with three thick books on top of it. One of them was opened, with dense text written on it, and a few illustrations, which were the appearance of the magic array.

The book was written by the ancient Runi script, which is said to be the text used by the legendary elves, and Ike did not know much, and the ancient magic script he learned was only a simplified version of the ancient Runi script, and there were certain differences. But even so, there is no problem in recognizing the title of the book on the cover.

A "General History of the Mainland", a "Lune Dictionary", as for this spreadout, it is the ultimate purpose of Ike's trip:

"Magic" - #%&a;@! Book.