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Chapter 615, Section 613: Apparition Without Pre-cast Animation

"You've already taken up enough of his time at school. You can't even let go of this little opportunity, Minerva. You've become narrow-minded."

Marcus held the young wizard's hand, protecting him like a mother hen hiding him behind her.

"I am narrow-minded."

Minerva snorted angrily.

Three minutes later, Marcus, dressed in somewhat tattered clothes, came out the door grinning.

He muttered things like "That's just how women are," "They're unreasonable," "I ate too much today," and "Bullying a tumor," before sighing.

"It seems that Grandma Minerva is much more capable than Grandpa Marcus."

Zoe, sitting at the doorway watching, thought to herself.

inside the house.

Minerva calmly sat down in the chair, and the small fireplace cleverly moved closer to her, making the crackling sound of the burning wood much quieter.

"Fourth-grade students are indeed eligible to take the Apparition exam."

She said, "As you may know, Apparition and Teleportation are generally not possible within Hogwarts. This is because of the Anti-Apparition Charm."

Sheen sat in the armchair opposite, with the fireplace bouncing beside him and Professor McGonagall speaking in a gentle tone in front of him.

Several cats circled around Sheen's table and chairs, occasionally jumping onto Sheen's arm and sharpening their claws on the armrest.

When they got tired, they would lie down and sleep on the wooden planks in front of the fireplace, like several ginger-yellow and sky-blue blankets.

Minerva saw them but did not stop them.

In class, she was strict. This was because the young wizards' attention was always easily diverted, and admonitions were always ineffective with wizards of this age.

However, if you put on a stern face, they will listen to the lesson obediently on their own.

However, Minerva doesn't particularly like this approach.

She is indeed a meticulous and somewhat old-fashioned person, but she can get tired at times.

"When you apparite, the most important thing is to remember the three Ds," she said, narrowing her eyes slightly. She placed a cat on the chair, letting it lazily lie at her feet. "Now you can tell me what they are."

"Goal, determination, composure."

Sheen replied.

Minerva nodded slightly.

That’s the advantage of having a meticulous, serious, and talented student.

You don't need to worry about it much.

"Now, leave five feet of space in front of you."

Minerva said, gently waving her wand, causing the ornaments on the wooden table to transform into a circle, "Step one: Focus your attention on your goal. Right now, it's inside the wooden circle in front of you. Now focus your attention on your goal."

Sheen stared at the wooden hoop in front of him.

Look at its wood grain and the tiny scabs.

He thought that magic always seemed to be like this, requiring a definite target.

According to Grindelwald's theory, this is to find an anchor for magic in the material world.

He may be right or wrong, but he can inspire Sheen in some way.

"Step Two: Make up your mind to occupy the space you desire, and let the desire to enter overwhelm every smallest part of your body."

Minerva continued.

eager.

Sheen had heard that word many times.

In Grindelwald's theory, desire is a prerequisite for belief and one of the roots of a wizard's ability to truly change the world.

In the book "The Theory of Magic," magic is a miracle that changes the world according to the wizard's desire.

Desire represents the wizard's most primal and abundant emotion, providing the wizard with powerful emotional strength, thereby enhancing their spiritual level.

Mental state is composed of emotions and will.

Sheen dismissed his distracting thoughts and, following Professor McGonagall's instructions, generated a strong desire within himself to occupy the space before him, extending this desire to every smallest part of himself.

"Step Three: After I give the command—spin in place, allowing yourself to enter a state of emptiness. The movements must be calm and composed! Now listen to my instructions—"

Minerva's tone became more serious.

Sheen was not caught off guard.

He actually believed that this kind of teaching was correct.

When the wizards first heard about this knowledge and tried it out, their minds were free of any distracting thoughts.

This increases the probability of success, and for a high-difficulty spell like Apparition, even increasing the probability is quite an achievement.

But Sheen was still pondering.

Spinning in place — entering a state of emptiness — and the utmost composure.

"White wizards, they study the rules governing the interaction between the magical world and the material world—"

That is, ritual magic.

Grindelwald's words inexplicably echoed in Sheen's mind.

Spinning in place and the so-called "entering a void state" are clearly part of ritual magic. Composure is perhaps part of a wizard's ability to ensure the accuracy of their magic.

So—is this really the right thing to do?

Or, in other words, can this maximize the effectiveness of magic?

Perhaps "composure" is the revelation given to the wizard.

As Minerva finished speaking, Sheen's figure became distorted.

In an instant, Minerva saw the little wizard's black hair flash by inside the wooden circle.

Then, at the same time.

Outside the cabin, Sheen appeared on the roof and picked up a fallen leaf; on the lawn, Sheen shook off a drop of dew; by the haystack, a black cat leaped over the straw.

Finally, Sheen appeared in the wooden circle without changing his expression.

[You have practiced Apparition to legendary standards once, proficiency +10000]

"very good,"

Minerva instinctively felt something was off, but still didn't hold back her praise, "There aren't many cases where you succeed on the first try. It seems you have an extremely high talent for Apparition magic. Make good use of 'Two—!'"

it."

"Oh, come on. In which type of magic does little Grimm lack talent?"

Marcus didn't seem to have gone far; he peered through the crack in the door and said something in a strange tone.

Then he chuckled softly and left the corridor.

I tripped over a vine when I went out.

Minerva's furrowed brows relaxed, and she waved gently. Sheen walked up to her somewhat hesitantly.

Then everything went dark.

A gentle arm encircled him, and he could smell a faint, comforting scent.

"To innovate upon Apparition on your very first encounter—that's dangerous. The next time I use it, it'll be right before my eyes."

Sheen's ears were itchy; the professor was whispering.

He nodded.

The farm at night is vast.

The vast plains stretched out before them, and the night sky was filled with twinkling stars. The floating firefly lanterns looked like fallen stars.

Sheen walked silently through the quiet night.

One second he was by the lake, the next he was on the dirt path.

Under Professor McGonagall's tutelage, his Apparition Charm has become stable.

Now, he can apparite more than a dozen times at once, and there is no casting process involved.

That is, the pre-animation.

The principle is simple: Sheen did not follow the rules of the first step.

Set your goals in a narrow area.

After being taught by Grindelwald for a long time, he subconsciously believed that magic should not follow the rules of the material world, but rather the world should conform to his will.

So-called ritual magic is the wizard's secret to connecting two worlds.

A truly powerful and "composed" wizard does not need to follow rules or use tricks to assist in casting spells.

As long as Sheen's goals are clear and his will is firm, he can appear anywhere.

However, he is not yet fully proficient and can only perform apparitions within a one-mile range.

Of course, his Apparition is indeed different from that of most wizards.

Most wizards seem to be searching for the most suitable casting path to make the magic succeed; but for Sheen, the most suitable path appears as soon as he casts the spell.

This is the essential difference.

He seems to be getting closer and closer to those wizards who truly stand at the pinnacle of the magical world.

"Mr. Green!"

A childish voice made Sheen pause in his steps, and a breath later, he was already standing beside the little witch.

"It's already very late."

Sheehan said his eyelashes trembled slightly in the glow of his wand.

"I know,"

Zoe blushed and shyly pursed her lips. "But Mr. Green is here too—"

Sheen didn't speak; he looked at the little witch.

She was still muttering things like, "I need to work harder, even harder," and "Zovie, I can't let Mr. Green down."

Her voice was indeed muffled and soft, but Sheen's senses were too sharp, and he could still hear it easily.

"Is there something you're confused about?"

Sheen thought for a moment and asked.

"Do you have time to explain?"

Zoe looked up with delight.

"have."

Sheen's words were concise and to the point.

Then I felt a tightness in my chest, it looked like I'd been bumped by a blond dumpling.

It was a night of gentle twilight, and the leaves seemed to possess a more knowledgeable glow than the books.

Upon returning to the villa, Sheen parted ways with Zoe, and under the little witch's reluctant gaze, Sheen walked up the stairs.

"Sheen"

The magic hand mirror beeped.

It was Justin and Hermione.

Justin was in a room that was neither too big nor too small, with a Victorian oak table in front of him.

A map lay open on the table. Several pieces of Cornish sea greenstone sat next to driftwood collected from the Lake District, and a piece of Welsh slate weighed down a stack of postcards, one of which was of a lavender field in Norfolk, the writing on the back faded to a pale purple.

The heather branch in the Scottish Highlands had dried up and was stuck in an old ink bottle; its shadow was cast on the wall like a sleeping deer.

"Did you collect all of these?"

Clearly, this was also the first time Hermione had seen Justin's room.

Then she turned around and saw the postcards and small souvenirs on Sheen's desk.

"Sheen, I thought you wouldn't go out."

Hermione seemed pleasantly surprised to see an object from afar on Sheen's desk.

"Sent by Justin."

Sheen said.

"oh----"

Hermione paused, then looked directly at Justin. "Why didn't I?"

Justin's face, which had been smiling, suddenly stiffened.

"You'll be going out, right?"

Justin said.

"Of course I will."

As Hermione spoke, she showed the rubble and photos she had collected—rubble from the Roman city walls and beautiful views of the Dorset coast.

"That's right."

Justin smiled gently.

From this angle, you can see that the map on his wall is covered with pins, and the thin red thread connecting them is tied in a knot.

On the right side of the map, there are photos of many people, the most eye-catching of which is a group photo of the auditorium.

The black-haired little wizard looked ahead, while the two little wizards on either side of him were looking at him.

"Okay, okay."

Hermione pouted, changing the subject, and excitedly asked Sheehan, "What's different about wizard farms? Do they use magic to raise animals and irrigate plants?"

"meeting."

Sheen said.

"I can't wait!"

Hermione asked Sheehan many more questions, and Sheehan patiently answered them one by one.

The last call ended with Hermione looking excited.

Although it was only ten minutes, the young wizards didn't seem to take up too much of Sheen's time—but Hermione fell asleep with a satisfied look on her face.

Until Justin's face reappeared in the mirror.

"Is there anything else?"

Hermione's expression turned hostile.

"have,"

Justin hesitated before saying, "Didn't you notice?"

"What did you find?"

Hermione frowned.

"Hermione, in that case, I just hope you won't get a big shock from Professor McGonagall tomorrow."

Justin covered his forehead.

"What?!"

"Hermione, it's too late, honey. Please keep your voice down, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Dad."

Hermione made a face, then looked at Justin with her mouth agape. "What did you just say?"

"Professor McGonagall."

Justin repeated it.

Why?

Hermione was suspicious.

"You recognize Marcus, but have you forgotten his full name?"

Justin said in surprise.

"Marcus McGonagall, what's so great about him?!"

Hermione's eyes widened as she spoke, as if she had discovered a new world. "You mean—"

"McGard Farm, if farms had names, they might be called that."

Justin explained patiently.

"My God! How could this be?! Sheen, how could Sheen—he's not—"

For the first time, Hermione felt her mouth was tied in knots; she was always praised for her quick wit.

"That's the problem. Why?"

Justin seemed to be deep in thought.

A large bat appeared in his mind, its face overlapping with Professor McGonagall's, making his expression particularly astonished.

"cocoa----"

Hermione was still stammering. Finally, she took a deep breath. "Sheen is Marcus's grandson? But why isn't his name McGonagall? If he's not Marcus's grandson, maybe he's the child of Marcus's daughter? But Omarcus doesn't have a daughter!"

McGonagall Farm seemed to have turned into a fog, leaving both of them disoriented.

"Perhaps we should ask Sheen."

Justin said.

"No, don't you think we should discover the truth ourselves?"

Hermione said seriously.

"Is that right?"

Justin was somewhat uncertain.

The bat in my mind is becoming clearer and clearer.

"Um?"

Hermione stared at him.

"I mean, of course!"

Justin straightened his back.