Hogwarts' White Lord

Ivan didn't expect Dumbledore to really accept his sophistry.

Thinking of this, Ivan looked at Dumbledore with a strange look.

"I didn't expect you to be such a headmaster."

"Hahaha."

Dumbledore turned around with a smile. The old headmaster's protection of his shortcomings on the Gringotts issue made Ivan's impression of him change greatly.

Dumbledore is also a person, an elder.

He really knows how to distinguish between the close and the distant.

Ivan is one of his own, and Dumbledore is very tolerant of what he does.

Even if Ivan commits a crime, as long as it does not involve principled issues, Dumbledore will not say anything.

Ivan even suspects that even if he really degenerates and becomes the second Voldemort, Dumbledore will persuade him to get back on track instead of giving up and killing him.

Perhaps in the eyes of the old man, Ivan is still young.

He took the wrong path, which is just an inevitable experience in the process of growing up.

As an elder, it is Dumbledore's responsibility to correct Ivan's mistakes.

His life, his power, even if it is at the cost, if it can be exchanged for Ivan's situation, it is worth it.

Ivan said goodbye to Dumbledore, and then returned to the Gryffindor dormitory impatiently.

Holding an experience point in his hand, Ivan's mind is now full of what changes will be obtained after adding it to the soul or magic.

"Ivan?"

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, Ivan did not see Hermione and others.

Neville stayed here.

When he saw Ivan, he was a little curious about where he had gone.

But Neville did not ask, merely looking at Ivan in surprise as he hurriedly opened the secret world closet and stepped inside.

"What's going on?"

Neville had never seen Ivan so excited before.

"Ivan's back?"

As Neville stood puzzled, Hermione and Parvati entered the dormitory.

The two asked about Ivan, and upon learning that he had gone into the secret world, they decided to wait for him in his dormitory.

Meanwhile, Ivan was walking through the secret world.

He made his way directly to Guardian Town and adjusted the permissions of the magic barrier, temporarily preventing anyone from entering.

It wasn't that Ivan didn't trust Hermione and the others—it was more that he couldn't guarantee what might happen when his magic attribute advanced to 6 points.

After all, the leap to 5 points had resulted in the birth of a powerful Obscurus.

And there was no need to elaborate on just how destructive Obscurus could be.

Ivan didn't want to risk accidentally harming Hermione or anyone else because of his magical breakthrough.

For safety's sake, it was better for him to handle this alone.

"System," he said aloud.

Opening the attribute list, Ivan didn't hesitate for a moment and decisively allocated the experience point to the magic attribute.

[Attribute increase successful]

[Magic: 5 → 6]

The instant his magic attribute rose from 5 to 6, Ivan felt an unparalleled sense of comfort course through him.

This feeling was difficult to describe—it was like a person carrying countless heavy loads suddenly setting down the burdens from their shoulders.

"What's going on?"

Ivan couldn't immediately discern the root of the changes he was experiencing. He carefully focused his senses and finally pinpointed the reason for his newfound lightness.

"It's not that my burden has lessened; it's that my strength has increased."

No, it wasn't just strength—it was magic power. Ivan's magic power had undergone a tremendous improvement.

The extent of this enhancement was extraordinary.

If described with numbers, Ivan's magic power at level 5 allowed him to lift a weight of approximately 50 without the aid of a wand.

However, after breaking through to magic power 6, his upper limit had surged to 80.

This 30-point difference might not seem significant at first glance, but it represented a qualitative leap rather than a simple numerical increase.

It was akin to the difference between fine steel and ordinary iron, or between iron tools and bronze tools.

For example, the hardness of copper is less than 3, iron ranges from 4 to 5, while steel can exceed a hardness of 7.

Although these differences in numbers seem minor—just one or two points—the results were vastly different in practice.

When comparing weapons made of bronze, iron, and steel, the steel sword could easily slice through its weaker counterparts.

Ivan's magic power was no different.

Breaking through to magic power 6 granted him capabilities that were unimaginable at level 5.

The changes were not merely incremental—they were transformative.

Ivan felt something strange—some very special fluctuations that seemed to emanate from the darkness.

These fluctuations were omnipresent.

They felt like invisible threads, weaving through every corner of the world Ivan could perceive.

"What are these?"

Ivan activated his spiritual vision and magic eyes, hoping to uncover the mystery of these threads, but even with both, he couldn't see them.

"I can sense them—they're definitely there—but I can't see them."

It became clear to Ivan that his current soul attribute was insufficient. Perhaps only by advancing his soul attribute to 6 could he observe this new layer of reality more clearly.

"What can these threads do?"

Curious, Ivan focused on a single thin thread nearby and carefully interacted with it.

BoOOom!

The moment Ivan touched the thread, he felt an overwhelming sensation ripple through his entire being.

The previously serene earth beneath him began to tremble violently.

Before Ivan could fully grasp what was happening, an earth-shaking explosion roared from a distance.

Startled, Ivan entered his magic incarnation state, his body transforming into a swirl of white energy as he soared into the sky to investigate.

"Holy fucking shit of Merlin!"

Hovering high in the air, Ivan looked on in shock at the scene before him, momentarily frozen.

Several dozen kilometers away from the wardrobe's exit, a mountain hundreds of meters tall had completely collapsed.

For a moment, the ground trembled, boulders tumbled, and trees were uprooted. Countless birds and beasts fled in terror, their instincts screaming of an impending disaster.

"...Did I do that?"

Ivan stared at his hands in disbelief. He could feel the residual magical energy radiating from the shattered mountain in the distance.

It was unmistakably his magic—the lingering traces of the spell he had just inadvertently triggered.

"How did I manage that?"

"I didn't chant a spell, and I didn't even think of casting anything."

The earth cracked, rocks collapsed, and the destruction wrought by this single act was astronomical—easily a hundred, perhaps a thousand times more devastating than the strongest blasting spell Ivan had ever cast.

The earth shuddered, mountains were destroyed, and it resembled nothing short of a natural disaster.

And yet, all of this was the result of Ivan casually lifting a finger and delicately interacting with a single thread.

"What are these threads?"

"Are they some kind of law?"

Ivan's mind raced with theories, and he began to suspect that he had brushed against the essence of these threads—something tied to the breakthroughs achieved at Magic 6.

"Should I try again?"

Determined to understand, Ivan raised his hand once more.

This time, he carefully examined the threads around him. He realized something remarkable: the threads' existence seemed entirely unrelated to physical proximity in the material world.

A thread that appeared to be very close to Ivan could represent a lake or mountain range thousands of miles away.

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