But after returning to the dormitory, he also took a shower, and went to bed early to prepare for sleep. The destination he was heading to tonight was a land distinct from the realm of dreams.
Before falling asleep.
Ian placed three boxes of Chocolate Frogs under the covers, thought for a moment, and added a few bags of Bibiduo Flavor Beans and Jelly Slugs. All items were packed in a huge bag.
Snacks, second-hand old textbooks they no longer needed, Curled Wing Demon's eggs, an antique camera borrowed from a senior... Ian seemed to be having a camping trip under his own covers.
If it weren't for the fact that most books borrowed from the library couldn't be duplicated, perhaps Michael would have exclaimed in surprise that Ian was secretly studying diligently in bed—no idea how, given Ian promised Teacher Morgan to bring as much current knowledge as possible.
The gifts for others certainly couldn't be forgotten. To avoid items brought inside failing to come back out, Ian spent a lot of money purchasing unwanted books from seniors. This concern also led him, after much contemplation, to decide against bringing the book "Spiritual Manipulation: From Thought Extraction to Soul Stealing".
Although it would be very useful for exposing Teacher Morgan's disguise, Ian didn't want to feel Madam Pince's feather duster, nor did he want to end up on the library's blacklist.
"Hopefully, I don't end up deviating elsewhere. Perhaps Teacher Mara knows what method Aurora's grandfather used this morning to circumvent my magic..."
He kept pondering in his mind, and as Ian's eyes gradually grew heavy, he slowly shifted from a deep sleep to clear consciousness. Familiar sensations led him once again across the boundary between life and death.
"My dear teacher! Have you had dinner?"
He opened his eyes again.
An opulent hall was the familiar castle of the Witch—upon first glance, Ian looked towards the bench, and sure enough, the Witch was staring at him with a boring gaze while flipping through a book.
"It seems you've traveled through a new region." Determining if it's based on time is unlikely, as Ian's seven days could be seven days in the Misty Illusion Realm, or three months within it, here, the concept of time is always disconnected from the real world and lacks any pattern.
"Teacher, I brought some snacks for you, and new books." Ian shook out some snacks onto the table, yet the Witch's gaze only turned towards those textbooks.
No excitement.
Rather, a bit of disdain.
"If your era only has this knowledge, then perhaps you've already regressed to a primitive stage." The Witch made a sharp evaluation of Hogwarts textbooks.
This was distinct from Snape's sarcastic harshness.
"Actually, these are introductory education, and many rare books I don't dare to bring in. If I can't bring them back out, I might face some very harsh punishment."
Ian replied honestly.
"Your magic power."
The Witch scrutinized Ian, lifting an eyebrow, "Still hasn't reached its limit?"
Her words made Ian slightly bewildered.
He couldn't help but look at his own personal panel.
Name: Ian Prince
Profession: Bloodline Mage
Magic Power: Level 8 (Increased Burst Leap)
Skills: [Wisdom Enlightenment {This skill cannot be upgraded}]
...
"What is considered the limit?"
Ian sensed that the Witch's words contained some kind of information.
"When you reach it, you'll perceive it. It should be soon, the lingering effects of the Golden Apple will also vanish by then." The Witch seemed able to see through Ian's body to observe the magic power within him.
"What happens when the limit is reached?" This was actually Ian's main concern. The Witch glanced at him, resting her face on one hand on the long table.
"Perhaps you'll just explode with a 'bang', and stay here with me forever." She appeared with a smile, filled with teasing humor.
"I wish to live several more decades..."
Ian smiled awkwardly.
The Witch didn't continue to tease him but explained while supporting her face, "When any wizard's magic reaches its limit, they'll have clearer perceptions of the Misty Illusion Realm, even capable of perceiving if the person they want to see has already arrived. I think, you might be somewhat more special than us."
This Legendary Witch was merely speculating.
"Last time, I traveled to Lady Ravenclaw's side." Ian moved slightly, words barely spoken, he soon recalled that she was a witch far older than Hogwarts, quickly remedied with an explanation, "Lady Ravenclaw is one of the founders of our Hogwarts."
Upon hearing this.
The Witch nodded.
Lifted the book she was perusing, the author's name on it remarkably was Rowena Ravenclaw, this former founder leaving many books for posterity.
"Lady Ravenclaw seemed to confirm that my Animagus was a Raven. Do you know what the reason is?" Ian actually always had this matter in mind.
"Because you're as flighty as a bird?"
The Witch didn't provide the answer Ian was looking for.
"A very remarkable witch. What did she teach you?"
She shifted her eyebrows, changing the topic.
"Transformation Technique."
Ian glanced at the wall, the Witch raised her hand; the frame specially used for him instantly transformed into a Magic Wand, flew into Ian's hand, and he reported his learning outcomes to his teacher.