Brian found himself standing in the darkness again.

In front of me was the familiar stone arch, and the ragged curtain on it was swaying gently, as if welcoming him into it.

Brian listened to the noisy inquiry in his ears and slowly reached out to the curtain.

Without hesitation or thinking, he gently pushed the curtain away and walked in directly.

There was still darkness around him, but the whispering sounds seemed to be far away all of a sudden, making him no longer listened to it, and he didn't want to listen.

This is like a dark corridor composed of countless picture frames, mirrors and door frames. They are all kinds of, covered by different curtains or mists, and they cannot see the specific appearance.

At this time, Brian had no curiosity or emotional fluctuations. He did not look back at the stone arch where he came in, nor explore the surrounding things, but just looked at the front of the corridor.

He finally saw the back in front again, a small, black human figure, still walking forward.

He raised his foot and chased after him, walking one after another, with frames thrown behind him, and the corridor seemed to have no end forever.

But he knew that he was closer to that figure, even though the figure did not stop and wait for him.

Different sounds came from every curtain or fog around me, as if countless people were hiding inside, quietly peeking at him and talking to him.

...

Brian bounced from the bed and wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a little headache.

Not only because of this dream, but also because I have too much magic power, so much that I am not under control.

A few days ago, in order to explore his own secrets, he used the witness point to raise his magic level to the master level, which is only one step away from the highest master level in the system.

But the problem also arises. The powerful magic power puts a burden on his body that has not yet grown up. In addition, his knowledge level is far from reaching the corresponding level, and his control over magic power has dropped to the lowest point.

Brian had to be wary of his magic being out of control, and this uncontrollable magic also affected his emotions and spirit.

It is what Brian has always insisted on to control his power, not to let it control you. It is precisely because of this that he did not rashly study black magic, so as not to be affected by his mentality before he became strong. However, he did not expect that he would suffer deeply at this time.

He shook his achesy head, opened the curtains and looked at the peaceful and vibrant scenery in the manor, feeling that his spirit was relaxed because of this.

"We should just add to knowledge." Brian's pale face relieved a lot.

Fortunately, his memory level is also master level now, which is enough for him to remember everything and have a strong understanding ability. The future period will be his rapid growth period.

Now his overall level is:

[Magic (Master)], [Reaction (Master)], [Memory/General (Master)], [Transformation (Master)], [Spellology (Expert)], [Pharmology (Master)], [Alchemy (Introduction)], [Brain Closure (Expert)], [Language Rune (Master)].

After two years, he has gained considerable gains from the overall level of entry-master-master-master.

"However, the magic at the master level should only reach the magic level of those senior professors, that is, the magic at the master level is likely to be Dumbledore and the Dark Lord..." Brian pondered, "The upper limit of the system is much lower than I thought."

This did not disappoint him too much, but instead felt a little relaxed. At least the system did not exceed the upper limit of the world's strongest combat power.

Although the Mirror of Reality told him that he should continue to use the system, Brian was still instinctively alert to everything from unknown origins. This discovery gave him more confidence.

"But... it's really a tough guy on the outside and a middle..." Brian's expression seemed a little helpless.

He now has powerful magic power, but he cannot control it well. His curse level and magic knowledge are far from enough, and he is in a state of serious bias.

"I'm afraid I can't even beat my mother now." Brian shook his head slightly. Who told the truth? He felt that Mrs. Fley rarely waved her wand now. She was more like a real lady, and she didn't need to do many things herself.

"It's so uncomfortable. Even because of weakening control, many magics are afraid to use, so as to avoid turning into an explosion monster..." Brian gently patted his cheek and looked at the vast lawn outside the window with a smile, "I need to work harder."

This is the first day of summer vacation, so he decided to give himself a month to control his magic first.

Brian walked through the long corridor, walked by the silent gaze of the portrait of his ancestors hanging above, and went down the stairs along the spiral escalator.

Mr. Fry was wearing a dark blue dressing gown and a soft hat of the same color. He was now satisfied with the shiny flying broom, with a relaxed and pleasant expression on his face.

"Good morning, Brian. Look at my new fireboat!" he showed off like a child, "The fastest broom in the world today can accelerate to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds!"

"Good morning, dad." Brian sat next to him, picked up a piece of bread and said, "You don't usually use it."

Mr. Fry glared at Brian, gently stroked the streamlined wooden handle of the fire crossbow arrow, and said tsk: "You can't even feel the charm of the flying broom! What a little brat who hasn't grown up."

"You have too many flying brooms, Dad." Brian swallowed a sip of breakfast.

"That's all my collection!" Mr. Fley said proudly.

"I really don't know that those flying brooms are going to rust," Brian said quietly. "Anyway, you can't fly a few times a year, and it's impossible for you to fly around with dozens of flying brooms at the same time..."

"Bad boy, I know I'm pouring cold water on me... Let me tell you, if you want a firebolt, there's no way!" Mr. Fly gave him a blank look and went out with a broom to test.

Brian shook his head slightly and took a sip of the oatmeal porridge.

"Good morning, Brian. I have an appointment with Diana, I'll leave first, bye."

Mrs. Fley dressed elegantly and implicitly, like a blooming white rose. She hurried out with a beautifully designed beaded handbag.

"Good morning, mom, bye." Brian responded. He knew that the Diana in Mrs. Fley's mouth was Mrs. Greengrass.

He ate breakfast quietly, watching Mr. Foley transform into a blurry gray-black shadow over the grassy field, whistling around the castle.

The fountain in the courtyard in front of the door was still gushing with clear water as usual, shining with dazzling luster in the morning sun. The silver snake Overgross swam quickly in the grass, chasing his tail and playing.

Several clean and tidy house elves were mowing the lawn, feeding owls and caring for the precious flowers, coming and going in a busy and orderly manner.

Several small flower fairies as big as palms were dancing around the most beautiful blooming flowers. The pointed wings reflected colorful brilliance, attracting several beautiful blue butterflies.

"What a peaceful day." Brian sighed softly.

This is the daily routine of Forley Manor.

After breakfast, Brian entered the study and picked up a thick book of "Advanced Theory of Magical Curse" and read it.

In any case, his main tasks this school year are spell studies, transformation techniques and alchemy. The first two are related to his true combat power, while alchemy is related to Slytherin's test.

It is conceivable that the next period will be peaceful and quiet until Brian has completely controlled his magic.

"It shouldn't take long." Brian estimated the time, "at most a month."

"And next... there is still a lot to do."

He listed a long plan on parchment paper with what he needed to do this holiday.
Chapter completed!