Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 2 Professor McGonagall wants to explore
After Damon finished writing his reply to Professor McGonagall, he picked up the sealing wax on the table and lit the candle with fire. As the flame danced, the sealing wax slowly melted and dripped onto the seal of the envelope. Then he gently pressed it with a seal with simple patterns, leaving a unique mark.

Just when everything was ready, a slight cry suddenly came from the windowsill, breaking the silence in the room.

Damon looked up and saw a brown owl standing quietly on the windowsill, its big eyes staring at him, its feathers shining with golden luster in the sunlight, revealing a sense of chic.

"Cuckoo."

The owl on the windowsill hooted softly, stretched out a claw to hold the letter, but still did not leave. Its eyes seemed to have some kind of magic, locking tightly on Damon.

Damon was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the owl was asking for a benefit.

He looked around and for a moment didn't know what to give to the little guy.

"Cuckoo!"

The little guy had been waiting for a long time and had no patience left. He jumped up angrily and pecked Damon's finger with such force that he hissed in pain. Then he flapped his wings quickly and flew away without looking back.

"Good fellow, you are so angry."

Damon waved his hands and watched the owl fly away. Instead of being angry, he laughed.

He is experiencing everything in this world, so it is impossible for him to be angry about part of the experience, even if that part is not very pleasant.

[Ding! Host contact with the Messenger Owl detected, opening branch - Fantastic Beast Affinity]

[Magical Beast Affinity - LV1 (Beginner)] 1/100
[Can establish initial connections with some relatively docile magical animals. Although able to understand the basic emotions of animals, the ability to communicate with them is relatively limited.]

Damon looked at the translucent blue panel that suddenly appeared in front of him, curiosity and surprise in his eyes.

Apparently, this animal affinity can be upgraded using magic points.

Now, something that was not beautiful has become beautiful.

Magical beasts? There are all kinds of magical beasts in the world of Harry Potter, and the one that impressed him the most was the dragon.

"I wonder if I can ride a fire dragon when I grow up?"

Damon imagined the scene and chuckled.

But not to mention that he currently does not have enough points, even if he did, he would not waste them on animal affinity. The most important thing right now is obviously to upgrade his magic level.

After Damon sent his reply, he began to wait patiently.

As the days passed, life in the orphanage remained dull, and Damon immersed himself in the system.

Sunlight shines into the yard, and light pours in from the windowsill, projecting onto the yellowed wooden floor. As the windowsill is blown by the wind, light and shadow float.

[Current magic points: 1]

[Magic power required for upgrade: 999/1000]

Three days passed, and on the fourth day, almost at the moment when the magic points were gathered, Damon clicked on the extra + sign without hesitation.

As the points were added, a different kind of power surged up from deep within Damon's body.

At first, this force brought a slight feeling of swelling and heat, as if being gently wrapped in warm sunshine.

Then, the feeling became stronger and stronger, as if countless tiny electric currents were shuttling back and forth in the meridians, and the numbness was accompanied by a vigorous vitality.

Damon couldn't help but close his eyes.

At this moment, he vaguely sensed a hazy existence.

Elegant, quiet, precise, powerful.

"Is this magic?"

Damon opened his eyes, followed the throbbing in his heart, and waved his hand gently.

"call!"

It seemed as if a light breeze blew by, knocking over the ink in the pen on the table. The ink, like a winding black snake, gradually dripped onto the ground.

Damon was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, picked up the fallen ink, and began to clean up the stains on the ground, enjoying it.

Afterwards, he sat back in his chair and opened the system panel.

[Magic system has been upgraded to level 2]

[Every breath you take, you will gain 0.02 magic points] [Current system level: Level 2]

[Current magic level: Level 2]

[Current Magic Points: 2]

[Magic power required for upgrade: 1000/5000]

【Mastered skills: Omitted】

"Have the magic point rewards been doubled?"

Damon noticed that the initial number of magic points required for upgrading was now 1000.

In other words, if we use numerical value to calculate the magic power he currently possesses, is it 1000?
"Although magic is subjective, magical power can be used as a reference. Dumbledore's magic power is 180000 points—hmm, can he reach that in a year?"

Damon planned and came to the open space specially set aside for practicing magic, and began to try to control the feather to float.

Wizards are born with the ability to cast spells without a wand before they use a wand and leave childhood. This is why many young wizards cast spells unconsciously when they are emotionally excited before they even start school.

Damon's body contained a thirty-year-old soul. Since he came here, he had almost never been emotional, let alone angry, so he didn't realize that he was in a magical world.

Although he knew the spell of the levitation spell, Damon did not risk reciting it. After all, the cost of reciting the spell incorrectly might be something he could not afford.

He used his mind to feel the magic flowing through his body and imagined the feathers floating under his control.

Professor McGonagall seemed to have encountered some accidents. Damon waited for more than two weeks and even upgraded the magic system twice, but the other party did not come.

[Magic system has been upgraded to level 4]

[Every breath you take will earn you 0.04 magic points]

[Current system level: Level 4]

[Current magic level: Level 4]

[Current Magic Points: 2]

[Magic power required for upgrade: 10001/20000]

【Mastered skills: Omitted】

"With one-eighteenth of Dumbledore's magic power, I should be able to reach the level of a third-year wizard, right? But I definitely can't compare to the protagonists."

That day, Damon was in the room as usual, feeling the magic power slowly growing with his breathing, his heart filled with tranquility.

Suddenly, there was a steady and powerful sound of footsteps outside the door, and he subconsciously raised his head.

The door was gently pushed open, and a tall, black-haired witch in an emerald green robe stood in front of it. Her robe was stained with dust, and her expression was filled with a bit of fatigue that was difficult to conceal. Only her green eyes were still sharp, revealing a gentle majesty.

"Damon White." Professor McGonagall's voice rang out in the room, steady and powerful.

"Professor McGonagall."

Damon stood up respectfully and bowed slightly, his thoughts about Professor McGonagall flashing through his mind.

A master of Transfiguration and the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts, she has a stern yet gentle personality. As long as you treat her with a serious and humble attitude, she will be an ideal elder.

"How do you know it was me?"

Professor McGonagall looked at the young man who seemed to have a unique temperament and felt a little curious.

Damon looked calm and steady as he replied:
"There is only one older and more mature woman in the entire orphanage, the director. You are the second. Also, I can sense the surge of magic in your steps."

Professor McGonagall raised her brows slightly, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Most young wizards of Muggle origin can indeed vaguely feel the existence of magic before they start school, but that perception is often vague, and only when they are emotionally excited or in danger will it cause some inexplicable strange phenomena.

But it was unusual that Daemon could recognize her magic so directly and affirm its existence.

Professor McGonagall's glasses flashed, and she looked at Damon and whispered, "Prove it to me."

This child was the last one she was going to take care of, so perhaps it wouldn't hurt to spend some time communicating with him.

(End of this chapter)