r18novel Chapter 183 The Future of the Squips
Chapter 183 The Future of the Squips
Chapter 183 The Future of the Squips
After being kindly persuaded by the people of the old district, the traitor realized the seriousness of his problems and fell into a coma out of shame. He was then moved out of Beauxbatons' palace out of shame as well.
The departure of the traitor brought smiles to the faces of all the people in the old revolutionary base areas.
The wind whipped away the thick curtain of clouds, lifting the veil and casting down light—it was a beautiful day.
Such fine weather could restore sight to the blind, just as Ryan removed his sunglasses: "Excuse me, everyone. I just suffered a sudden illness and went blind. I can hear someone confessing here; could you tell what happened?"
"Professor Ryan, one of us is deeply ashamed of what he has done and has voluntarily left Beauxbatons, never to return," the seemingly impoverished young man replied decisively after realizing that the wealthy middle-aged man was too embarrassed to speak.
"Oh, I see. Then it's alright."
Ryan dropped the matter: "What's this gentleman's name?"
"Antoine Lundgard Martin," the young man replied.
"Mr. Martin, may I have the honor of being the first to try it?"
"Of course," Martin said eagerly.
He reached forward and gripped the iron bar: "What should I do?"
"Believe in yourself," Ryan said, secretly channeling magic into the iron rod.
But Martin couldn't feel it; he could only see what he saw—the moment he gripped the iron rod, it burst forth with a bright light.
This light was like the first ray of sunshine after the creation of the world, tearing through the clouds and falling from the heavens, piercing through all darkness and gloom.
This is the Illumination Spell.
It's just an illumination spell.
But Martin was trembling all over, and his companions behind him were trembling too.
Some people already had tears streaming down their faces. These were not just tears of joy, but also tears of sorrow that they themselves could not explain.
Why did you take so long to arrive?
I'm over forty, why are you only now appearing in front of me?
Their complaints were not directed at Ryan, but at themselves, at time, and at the world.
Having wasted half my life, I am only now seeing the bright spring sunshine, how can I not be moved to tears?
Martin, experiencing it firsthand, felt no complex emotions, only unparalleled joy and confidence. He seemed to feel a continuous flow of power surging into his body, and he seemed to have never felt the traces of magic so clearly before.
He believed it, he completely believed it. This alchemy professor from Beauxbatons really did it! He really could make Squibs cast spells!
A poor, destitute young man who saw magic but was forced to stay away from it one day believed he possessed the ability to unleash it.
So, what kind of brilliance will emerge?
Ryan saw it; after Martin thought he had unleashed his magic, the magic around him surged wildly, more violently than when a wolf enters a flock of sheep and causes them to scatter.
Inside Martin's body, something seemed to be constantly expanding and contracting in a regular, rhythmic manner.
That was his source of magic.
For a wizard, his source of magic is active and full of life.
But Ryan followed Filch, when Filch captured the little wizard at night, and when Filch tried various ways to cast spells but failed and was sobbing in a corner in agony.
He could sense that Filch's magical energy, as a Squib, was like a lifeless, unyielding rock—cold and solid. Even with Filch's intense will to cast spells, he couldn't budge that rock in the slightest.
Including the people in front of him, in his perception, the source of their magic was also like stone.
Martin's source of magic was the same before he secretly infused his wand with magic.
But when Martin's excitement and agitation drew upon the magic, when Martin, with unwavering conviction from the bottom of his heart, believed he could unleash magic—believed that he could cast spells while wielding this wand—…
Through the monitoring magic given to him by Professor Flitwick, Ryan sensed something shaking the unyielding ice within Martin at the level of the soul, the psychological level, and the mysterious metaphysical level.
The ice and snow melt, and the water flows gently.
A ray of light burst forth from Martin's body, faint like a flame in the cold wind; yet brilliant like the first ray of sunlight in the long night.
The magic flowed along the specially made iron rod, naturally illuminating the alchemical inscriptions in the wand, and a faint light appeared at the tip of the iron rod.
Compared to the illumination spell that initially lit up the entire hall, this light was insignificant.
But the four people sitting on the stage were all intently watching this historic moment, each wanting to etch it into their minds forever.
This may be the first time since the dawn of magic, but it will certainly not be the last—a Squib has unleashed magic, magic belonging to a Squib.
Neither Nicolas Flamel nor Perenel spoke, for they had seen much of the world, much of the strife, much of the ups and downs, but they had never seen anything like this before, and they needed to take a moment to process it.
Maxim hesitated, knowing that this scene would be remembered for generations to come. As the first Squib to use magic, Martin's name would be etched in the history of magic, becoming a symbol. Today would also be the most memorable day for the expansion of the wizarding world.
At this point, the first words should come from the person who created this scene.
"We have witnessed history. Congratulations, Mr. Wizard Martin."
Ryan placed his hand on the ground. He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. Perhaps it was because Martin, who had seen magic, had been impoverished among Muggles for over twenty years, enduring six or seven thousand years of torment, which forged a power strong enough to shake everything.
He broke free of the shackles binding the Squib, transforming himself from a man into a monument.
Martin was filled with elation but also a hint of confusion; he didn't understand why another Illumination Charm had appeared.
The second illumination spell, compared to the grand and imposing illumination spell of the first, is like a baby just learning to speak after entering the human world.
However, this doubt quickly dissipated. He assumed that it was because he lacked control over the magic when casting spells with the help of Professor Ryan's specially made wand, resulting in repeated castings and inconsistent power.
After all, it's said that when young wizards go on a magical rampage, they achieve things that even those who have studied magic for many years cannot.
Martin's first illumination spell was just like the young wizard's magical outburst—he used the same power coursing through his body to light his wand again, but the light that rose was far less bright than the first time, and even less bright than the second time.
But it doesn't matter.
The important thing is that he unleashed the magic!
He looked at the young man sitting on the platform and initially thought he was an important person.
He now felt that the one sitting above was the Holy Son who had descended to earth, who would forgive all suffering and bestow blessings upon all beings.
He promises the future, illuminates tomorrow, grants life to those who are willing, blesses those who are compassionate, and saves those who are fortunate.
Martin's adoration for Lane reached its peak: "Respected, great, Professor Lane, I believe in you and follow you."
Behind him, countless excited duds shouted in unison, "We believe in you and follow you."