The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

Winnie's lips curled slightly upwards as she pointed to Aiden's name on the newspaper and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'll have to go find that kid when I get the chance," Winnie muttered to herself.

Just then, a gust of wind approached from afar, and a young man riding a magic broom floated in front of her, cheerfully saying, "Junior Sister Winnie, here to practice witchcraft. You are the rising star of our Golden Wood Crown. You will definitely have a place among this year's Ultimate Wizard Apprentices."

"Understood, senior brother." Winnie nodded helplessly.

She folded the newspaper and tucked it into her sleeve, sighed, and her shoulders slumped slightly.

Since her dual spellcasting talent was discovered, she has been placed on high hopes by everyone in the Golden Crown, who have provided her with the best in terms of cultivation resources and sparring partners.

Moreover, many male wizards in the organization began to fawn over her.

……

In District 116, at the port of Witch City, many wizard apprentices are busy using magic to transport seafood from ships into the city.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, rushed in, and gray waves kept crashing against the stone piers on the shore.

"Hurry up, the Rusty Anchor Merchants are training you and giving you good food and drink, not letting you slack off," urged a wizard apprentice who looked like a foreman.

He put his hands on his hips, shouted at the top of his lungs, and his voice echoed throughout the harbor.

"Bondi, you're always slacking off. Don't you want to stay with the Rust Anchor Guild?" The overseer urged a few more times when he saw a wizard apprentice sneezing.

Bondi sneezed loudly, snot flying out of his nose, and swayed a couple of times.

"No, no," Bondi quickly explained.

He wiped his face hard with his sleeve, bent over, and forced a smile.

"Damn it, what happened to the wizarding organization? How did I end up doing manual labor in a fraudulent merchant guild?" Bondi thought with a wry smile.

His face was filled with utter despair.

Just then, several more newspaper vendors, clutching their Wizard's Daily newspapers and riding magical brooms, began hawking them around the harbor.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and listened.

The wizarding world is vast, and for wizarding apprentices who want to stay informed about the world's developments, the Wizarding Daily is the most convenient source of information.

"The latest Wizarding Daily. The latest Wizarding Daily."

"Lord Riffi, a fourth-circle wizard, has unlocked the dimensional key to a sub-dimensional world, gaining priority in its development. This has further strengthened the wizarding world!"

"Lord Chibby, the seventh-ring wizard, led his wizarding army to annihilate two Nightmare Giants that attempted to invade. Everything in the wizarding world is now stable and improving!"

……

"The brilliant apothecary Aiden from District 147 has made a dazzling debut, inventing the 'Sweet Potion,' which can rapidly increase affinity with living beings. The wizarding world has a worthy successor!"

"Huh? Did I hear that right?"

Bondi was stunned for a moment, then her face turned bright red.

He hurriedly took out his money and bought a copy of the Wizard's Daily. When he saw Aiden's photo in the newspaper and confirmed his identity, he burst into tears.

"Bro, you've struck it rich! When are you coming to rescue me...?"

……

Black waves surged continuously on the sea surface, crashing against the rocks with a dull thud.

On a dark island, surrounded by many dark and hidden whirlpools, the surrounding shipping lanes are disrupted, and the island is hidden.

Galatea sat cross-legged on the ground, next to a small hill that resembled a mass grave, where many forbidden magical artifacts were being used to refine corpses.

The sorcerer's artifacts emitted a dark green light, and occasionally a corpse's arm would emerge from the soil only to be pulled back by gravity.

She looked at the Wizarding Daily in her hand, and when she saw Aiden's photo, her pupils contracted and her heart beat faster.

Galatea tried her best to control her expression.

Just then, a black mist surged behind her.

An old woman in a black robe appeared behind her.

"What, which news are you interested in?" the old woman asked in a hoarse voice.

The old woman's voice sounded like rusty iron rubbing together, extremely harsh.

"It's nothing, Master," Galatea said, her expression unchanged.

Her voice was calm and even, but the back of her clothes was already soaked with cold sweat.

If the old woman discovers that Aiden is connected to her, then things will be in trouble.

"You are a born dark wizard. This Wizarding Daily is for white wizards; it's all false information. Sooner or later, we dark wizards will overthrow the rule of the Wizarding Council," the old woman said with hatred.

The old woman's lips were turned down, and the wrinkles on her face were squeezed together with hatred, making her look particularly ferocious.

"Understood, Master," Galatea nodded.

"Okay, go and cultivate. Give me this Wizard's Daily."

The old woman took the newspaper with her withered fingers; her nails were long and black, like bird claws.

She watched Galatea's departing figure, glanced at a section of the daily newspaper, and murmured to herself, "Earlier, this child was staring at this spot, and her heartbeat was clearly fluctuating."

The old woman tilted her head, her cloudy eyes scanning a certain spot on the daily newspaper repeatedly.

"There are three wizard messages in this area: two from certified wizards and one from a wizarding apprentice."

"The wizard apprentice's name is Aiden?" the old woman asked thoughtfully.

The old woman's brows furrowed, and she tapped Aiden's name on the daily newspaper with her finger.

"Send someone to investigate this wizard apprentice. If he has any connection with Galatea, eliminate him beforehand."

"Such a perfect talent for the Child of Darkness must be put to my use."

"Yes, ma'am."

After the old woman finished speaking, a dark shadow emerged from under her robe. The shadow left a charred mark on the ground, as if it had been burned through, before disappearing from the island.

……

The continent of Aurelia, the inner living area.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and the table was covered with various empty medicine bottles and residue.

After resting for several months, Mr. Tetsu lay in bed and said helplessly, "I've finally recovered."

Mr. Ironbeard lay on his back, weak and listless, with his arms outstretched at his sides, like an empty shell.

Its octopus tentacles drooped down, giving it an exhausted appearance.

For the past few months, he had been extremely weak and had to use many potions brought from the wizarding world to recover.

His face was still pale, his lips were bloodless, and he had lost a lot of weight.

"Laboratory leaks are common in the Potions school, but it's still unpleasant when they happen to you personally," Mr. Ironbeard said.

Mr. Ironbeard propped himself up on the edge of the bed, moving very slowly, each movement as if he were expending all his strength.

"It's been months since I've been in the Wizarding World. Let me see the latest news." Mr. Ironbeard pulled out his subscription to the Wizarding Daily and began flipping through the newspapers from a few months ago.

He reached out and grabbed the stack of wizarding newspapers from the bedside table, the papers rustling in his hand.

Two hours later.

The sky outside the window darkened, and only the sound of turning pages remained in the room.

Mr. Ironbeard saw the latest issue of the Wizarding Daily.

His hand stopped, the daily newspaper lay open on his lap, and his gaze was fixed on it.