A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 710 Common Ground
The sky at Hogwarts is overcast, but in the mountains where Charles lives, there is not a cloud in the sky.

The wind outside the cabin whistled softly, like the breathing of a sleeping wild beast.

Charles sat at the heavy oak desk, the water-based pen unconsciously spinning at his fingertips, writing numerous words and countless lines on the white paper, either on the paper itself or leaping from the paper like bridges, connecting the words one by one.

Outside the window, the sky gradually changed from azure to a thick, inky black, and the bright moon hung high, shining into the room through the window.

The fire in the fireplace was weak but not dying out, and the chicken soup in the pot was bubbling softly, with golden oil droplets rippling on the surface of the soup, and along with the American ginseng slices, being pushed to the side of the pot by the rolling bubbles.

The desk has long been buried under various notes and manuscripts, and its original wood color is almost invisible.

To the left, a stack of draft paper is piled high, covered with profound spells that twist space and manipulate time, like codes from the universe.

On his right were his own magical observations: the apparition of house-elves, the captivating charm of Veela, the healing principle of phoenix tears, and Thestrals—why one could only see these creatures by witnessing death.

Charles took a new sheet of printed paper and drew a picture on it that had never appeared in any Hogwarts textbook.

That was the "talisman to ward off chickens and dogs climbing onto the house" that Uncle Nine had taught him. If chickens or dogs climbed onto the house for no reason, it meant death or fire. This talisman could be used to ward off the fire and could be placed in the house to prevent it.

On the paper just now were the three runes Ral, Ort, and Tal. When combined, they possess magical powers such as resistance to cold, fire, electric shock, and poisoning.

They are so different, as if they belong to completely different worlds, separated by invisible walls, yet they share a common function.

Amidst the unique medicinal aroma of ginseng and the rich fragrance of chicken fat, Charles frowned, focusing all his attention on analyzing the similarities between the incantation and runes.

It was as if he was crashing into a wall.

The Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts, and the entire wizarding world all took the existence of this wall for granted—dragons are born to breathe fire, goblins can perfectly forge metals, wizards wave their wands and chant spells... Every kind of magic seems to be firmly locked by the boundaries of bloodline and species, as if this is a law that has been engraved since the beginning of the universe.

But Charles didn't believe the wall was permanent.

His gaze shifted between the two different magical systems, hoping to see through their shared pulse beneath the surface.

"Within the Three Realms, I am the only one who is supreme. I have the Emperor's decree on my side and divine generals by my side. I can remove all misfortune and am unharmed by water or fire."

He recited the incantation to activate the talisman, placed his right index finger on it, and felt a slight coolness at his fingertip, like taking off his shoes and walking in a cool stream on a hot summer day.

Immediately afterwards, he activated three runes, and placed his left index finger on them as well. A sense of historical vicissitude came through his touch, as if he were touching a piece of history from millions of years ago.

Their first impression is that they are completely unrelated, like the laws describing the movement of stars and the laws describing the internal activity of atoms, belonging to two kingdoms that cannot communicate, with endless voids separating them.

In Charles's mind, a thought became increasingly clear: these magical manifestations were not isolated from each other, and that they all stemmed from the same, more ancient and fundamental "law".

Is magic in a higher dimension, or is it inherently one?
Charles took a deep breath, stopped chanting and writing runes, picked up a new sheet of paper, and began to write and draw rapidly, the ink spreading across the paper like the veins of his thoughts.

The handwriting was firm and hurried, as if afraid that if he hesitated for even a second, the inspiration would slip away from his fingertips.

He wrote at the top: "Premise: There exists a unified 'magic field'."

As the pen moved across the paper, Charles's thoughts became clearer and clearer.

Perhaps, there is no such thing as "Veil magic," "fairy magic," or "wizard magic."

What exists is merely a unified, ubiquitous "magic field".

All life, and even non-life, couples and resonates with this field with their own unique "frequency." Wizards are simply born with the ability to more precisely "tune" their spirit through wands and spells to match a specific "frequency," thereby triggering corresponding phenomena—fire, water, moving objects, or mind control.

Veela do not need wands, because their bodies are the perfect resonators.

When the Veela dances, it is not only a movement of the body, but also a process of amplifying the mental frequency exponentially, similar to casting a spell silently and without a staff.

Fairies, on the other hand, exhibit a completely different coupling method. Their magical talents are almost entirely devoted to metal. They can "hear" the inherent frequency of metal in the magic field and, through exquisite techniques passed down for thousands of years—each hammering, each inscription—adjust and anchor the metal's internal frequency, ultimately solidifying it permanently.

Magical creatures, on the other hand, do not need spells.

Their life forms and their soul structures are themselves a kind of innate, fixed "tuner".

The dragon's breathing organs naturally resonate with the frequency band representing "fire" in the "magic field," and every breath they take is an instinctive magic.

The Thestrals, their very existence, may resonate with that frequency band associated with the concept of "death."

Only by deeply understanding and accepting the concept of "death" can one tune into a frequency that resonates with it, thereby "seeing" it.

This is not a separation of bloodlines, but a separation of "frequency"!

Every life form resonates with magic in its own way, but most wizards never try to listen to other frequencies.

The old man, a genius with extraordinary abilities, was able to learn magic from the house-elves precisely because he could match their frequency of communication.

Charles's breathing quickened, and his eyes gleamed with a fanatical light, as if the mysteries of the entire universe were slowly unfolding before him.

He felt as if he were standing before an unprecedented door, behind which lay the deepest mysteries of the magical universe, waiting for him to unveil its secrets.

But then, an even bigger problem, like the heaviest shackles, crashed down, almost stopping his heartbeat.

What exactly is this "magic field"?
How does it affect reality?

Does it follow some higher law?

Charles tried a different path—mathematics.

Just as Einstein described gravity, geometry can be used to explain spatial magic, such as the apparitions of wizards and house-elves.

If magic can be described in mathematical terms, it will be easy to find the differences between the two and then compare them.

Using this method, many similar entry points can be found.

For example, how to mathematically describe a simple "fluorescent flash," how to describe that pure light, that warm and unadulterated light emanating from the tip of the wand, whether the light emanating from the tip of the wand and from Dobby's fingertip is the same.

Everything seemed to be going well, and the answer was about to be revealed, but a very serious problem soon emerged.

Not everything can be described mathematically; many things are difficult to quantify and measure.

Of all existences, the one that makes him feel most powerless is the most fundamental source: life itself.

(End of this chapter)