Chapter 477: The Wizarding Magical Annals
Did wizards simply discover more shortcuts to magic? Not quite. They still
lacked wands and incantations. From an outside perspective, they remained as
lost as ever.
What, then, did wizards truly do to gradually turn magic into a controlled
tool—their most effective weapon?
It was order. An order established within the heart.
If a wizard possessed no outward talent yet could still release powerful ancient
magic, their strength of will must have been immense. Such a will was not one of
rage, nor one of cruelty; it was a will of mastery. The former had been proven
weak; if wizards had relied solely on their own anger to unleash unstable magic,
the wizarding race might have been subjugated by goblins long ago.
The answer became clear: the wise individuals among wizards discovered that the
power of magic lay not only in extreme emotion but in the emotion of order.
If a wizard could leverage the power of magic once without relying on extreme
emotions, they could leverage it a second time. And if they could do it a second
time, a third and fourth would follow. If they could succeed consistently, they
came to believe in themselves—and when a wizard truly believed they could
accomplish a task, genuine magic was born.
Wizards established a powerful sense of order within their own hearts, and thus,
the world was compelled to abide by the wizard's order. That was why Ravenclaw
had stated plainly: Wizards are gods.
In Ravenclaw's view, this was easily understood. But only now did Sean fully
grasp the implications.
Chaos, Blindness, Order, Wisdom...
His quill scratched busily across the parchment, recording Sean's reflections.
From the very beginning, magic had been obscure, flickering in and out of
existence. Sean, drawing on Ravenclaw's memories, named this first era [Chaos].
Later, wizards discovered they could wield magic under special
circumstances—what we now call accidental magic. This was the first law of
magic the early wizards discovered, much like how Harry could shatter glass when
angry or Neville could teleport when panicked.
During this era, wizards discovered magic appeared in extreme conditions; they
blindly pursued those extreme emotions to unleash their power. In Ravenclaw's
memories, wizards of this era were abnormally deranged, and their deaths were as
varied as they were gruesome. Sean named this pre-barbaric period [Blindness].
Roughly a dozen centuries ago, the sages among wizards—perhaps unwilling to
become walking powder kegs of rage, or perhaps refusing to descend into cruel,
barbaric, cold-blooded creatures—began to research the laws of magic, utilizing
it under controlled circumstances. As they gradually mastered their emotions and
behaviors, they received positive feedback from successful magical
manifestations.
The true magic, the kind that could be controlled by a wizard, was born. In this
period, wizards used magic in accordance with the inner order of their hearts,
and faith began to take shape. Sean named this era of the wizard's arduous trek
[Order].
Finally, wizards crafted wands and discovered the external laws of magic—spells.
Wisdom began to influence a wizard's magical power. Wizards no longer needed to
rely on the emotional power of the "Blindness" era; they could draw the
necessary "order" directly from the history of magic. It was much like thinking:
"Wizards of the past could release magic this way, therefore I can too..."
Wizards no longer needed to establish "order" internally; instead, they relied
on the heavy weight of magical history to convince themselves that their own
magical power could be realized. Furthermore, precise spells that reduced the
resistance to releasing magic, and wands that could channel magical power, gave
wizards a tremendous advantage. During this time, the wisdom of wizards
gradually took form, and they shifted from building internal order to the
holistic exploration of magic as an objective power. Ritual magic and faith...
all began to form within this wisdom.
Sean named this era of flourishing magical development [Wisdom].
At the end of the parchment, Sean hesitated, then wrote down one final word:
[Gods]. He erased it immediately.
If a wizard possessed unshakeable belief in their own magical power, and if
everyone else also believed in their might; if a wizard established infinitely
powerful and profound ritual magic... then could they define the world itself?
Must the world operate according to their will? Should such a wizard be
called... a god?
Sean shook his head, clearing the thought. These were merely his own summaries,
and surely, there were flaws or errors yet to be discovered. After all, these
were but his own perceptions and one man's opinion.
"Astounding, simply astounding. Is this why you came to see me? Oh, my dear Mr.
Green, I can sense that you must have many details yet to add, don't you?"
Dumbledore held the yellowed parchment as if it were a treasure map. He let out
a low sigh of wonder and fixed a gratified gaze upon Sean.
"Do you think my hypothesis is correct?" Sean asked with curiosity.
"Not entirely. Wizarding history is too vast and distant; it is difficult for us
to examine it with precision. But this is precisely what we must do. If you can
find sufficient evidence to support your theory, this will be the most gifted
theory in the history of magic. It will be a work of immense value, far
exceeding the magical history portions by Bathilda Bagshot. Let me add a quiet
whisper..."
Dumbledore winked kindly. "I believe it is very likely correct. But the
evidence, my dear Mr. Green—you must find concrete evidence, and it lies hidden
in the Hogwarts library... Ah, I have read more than half of those books myself,
so I can tell you that you are likely correct, but you cannot expect every
wizard to be like me, can you?"
Sean nodded, and Dumbledore looked even more pleased.
"Afternoon tea—I have always believed that sweets bring us a better mood."
Dumbledore commanded a cup of lemon tea, laced with a lethal amount of sugar, to
float before Sean, then watched with interest as the young wizard pulled out
several heavy volumes—he clearly had already begun the task.
"What do you intend to name it?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.
"Hmm... The Wizarding Magical Annals?" Sean mused for a moment.
"A direct and accurate title." Dumbledore nodded.
"But Professor..." Sean said suddenly. "I didn't come to see you about this."
Dumbledore's smile froze. As if he had anticipated it, he asked slowly: "Then...
it is..."
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