Char didn't pay attention to the part about using Black Magic Transformation to modify himself.
Although the talent issue was indeed a bit troublesome for him.
But with the planting system, it could still be resolved in the end.
He hadn't thought of giving up his human body yet.
Becoming neither human nor ghost, like Lord Voldemort.
However, before modifying himself, there was also the part about the three types of blood magic mutually balancing and fusing.
This was a huge inspiration for Char regarding the blood emerald cultivation problem he was currently facing.
A flash of inspiration flickered in his mind.
Char also waved his wand and began to operate on the third group blood emerald that was undergoing transformation.
After a while.
Char's forehead was already covered in dense beads of sweat; he let out a light breath.
His gaze fell on the reward light orb on the third group blood emerald.
The state of the reward light orb was slightly more stable than before.
But it clearly still needed a long time to truly complete its transformation.
Regarding this.
Char was also quite helpless.
He indeed understood the principle of balancing the three types of blood magic.
It was just that the actual operation was too difficult.
Especially since the magic in the North Sea Kraken's blood was much stronger than that of Dragon and Acromantula blood.
Balancing them required even more caution.
The entire process demanded extremely high Magic Perception.
Char's Magic Perception was still holding him back.
"To truly balance the three types of magic and completely transform this third group of blood emeralds,"
"I'm afraid I'll have to wait until my Magic Perception increases to the Platinum level and undergoes a qualitative change."
Char shook his head.
"Fortunately, after adding North Sea Kraken blood,"
"It's no longer just a simple consumption of life force."
"After a long period of time, the third group blood emerald should actually be able to gradually balance the three types of magic and achieve transformation on its own."
"Even if I don't intervene, it won't wither and die."
For Char, this was enough.
Given some time, his Magic Perception would always undergo a qualitative change.
At that time, transforming the third group blood emerald would be a matter of course.
Before that, let it be this way for now.
Then.
Char recalled the inspiration he had previously gained from Bogie Chalman's Dark Arts.
That was, using Black Magic Transformation to modify plant seeds, enabling them to be artificially induced into specific variants.
And with the experience of modulating the three types of blood magic.
Char roughly had an idea in his mind.
This inspiration was indeed feasible.
But the specific implementation difficulty might be much higher than that of transforming the blood emerald.
It was completely incomparable to the previous feat of making plant seeds temporarily violent and powerful.
For example.
Previously, Char could easily perform secondary modifications on the flesh vines created by Bogie Chalman.
That difficulty was roughly equivalent to giving an athlete a stimulant.
It could allow the athlete to display much stronger abilities in a short period.
This certainly involved technical difficulty.
But to permanently modify plant seeds.
This was almost like doing genetic engineering.
It was about directly improving the human race.
The difference in difficulty was not just a little bit.
Char suspected that even Platinum-level Magic Perception might not be enough.
Diamond-level, perhaps, offered some hope.
He was still far from that.
Char sighed.
In the short term, he didn't plan to invest time and energy into this inspiration.
It was too far beyond his capabilities.
Pursuing this direction would be like chasing a mirage.
Then.
Char scanned his system panel.
He took a deep breath.
All of his Charms and magic knowledge.
Including the recently mastered Black Magic Transformation.
Were basically stuck now.
The reason was insufficient Magic Perception ability.
This also served as a reminder to him.
Charms and magic knowledge, these must certainly be learned.
But the fundamental, most essential thing about magic would always be magic itself.
magic is a technique that utilizes magic.
If one's own magic is not sufficient, then no matter what kind of magic, it will be difficult to exert its effect.
"Magic Perception and magic intensity have held me back long enough."
"I need to resolve this as soon as possible."
"And to resolve it, for me, it's only one thing—"
"Farming!"
Since he had already found Dereria Island.
Char didn't plan to delay any longer.
The task of reclaiming wasteland had to start now.
Only with land would he have the conditions for planting.
Only then could he tame more Trolls and produce more Goldfish Vine.
Only then could his Magic Perception undergo a qualitative change as soon as possible.
Only through qualitative change could the various magic spells that had been stuck for so long finally burst forth!
Therefore.
After a moment of contemplation.
Char took a step and walked towards the Medical Ward.
"First, let's deal with the protective magic and the Floo Network."
At this moment.
Tonks's head was still throbbing faintly.
The scene from the sea earlier kept replaying in her mind.
Bogie Chalman, North Sea Kraken—
Of course, what appeared most frequently in her mind.
Was Char standing in front of her, taking the North Sea Kraken's attacks again and again.
At that time, Tonks didn't have any other thoughts.
It was only now, recalling it.
Her blood was starting to feel hot.
So hot that her heart was fluttering.
Tonks's normally preferred pink hair.
Had now turned bright red, as if reflecting her fervent mood.
And just as Tonks was gradually gripping the bedsheet tighter.
A knock sounded from outside.
"Tonks."
"Would it disturb you if I came over at this hour?"
Tonks's body trembled slightly.
Her breathing became more rapid.
Was it Char?
She said, her voice trembling.
"It's fine."
"Come in."
Then.
Char's figure appeared before her eyes.
The atmosphere in the room.
Somehow, became a bit awkward.
Making Tonks's cheeks burn.
This usually rebellious and excellent Hufflepuff student suddenly felt a bit afraid to look at Char.
Char's heart, however, was filled with uncertainty.
"Could Tonks—
"Still be suspicious of my connection to Umbridge's death?"
At this moment.
Tonks clenched her fists.
And spoke with a trembling voice.
"Char."
"That time with the North Sea Kraken, thank you—"
But what Tonks didn't expect was.
Char looked utterly bewildered.
"North Sea Kraken?"
"What North Sea Kraken?"
"I don't know anything about it."
"Senior, did you hit a reef and start hallucinating?"
Tonks was startled.
"No, that day we went to the North Sea."
"We encountered Bogie Chalman."
"He used Dark Arts and also summoned a North Sea Kraken with a strange flute."
"You fought a great battle with the North Sea Kraken to protect me."
Char's expression became even more bewildered.
"Senior."
"What are you talking about?"
"How could a weak, pitiful, and helpless little me possibly fight a great battle with a North Sea Kraken?"
"Do you need me to call Madam Pomfrey? Hitting your head badly can be very troublesome."
Hearing this, Tonks's lips tightened.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless?
You weren't like that when you were pushing me to the brink of collapse for days!
At the same time.
She also felt a strange sense of loss.
Did Char not want to be associated with her?
She had been quite popular back in school.
There were plenty of people queuing up to invite her to the Christmas Ball.
Had she become jaded after graduation?
Or was it that she was much older than Char.
Yes, there was a seven or eight year age gap.
Tonks's gaze dimmed slightly.
She shook her head, trying to stop thinking about the North Sea Kraken.
After a moment of silence.
Tonks continued to speak.
"Alright."
"Then let's pretend it didn't happen."
"Maybe I really did hit a reef at sea."
"But thank you anyway for protecting me and bringing me back."
Char shook his head and also said.
"You protected me first, Senior."
"If anyone should be thanked, it's me thanking you, Senior."
Tonks's mood suddenly brightened.
"Then we're at least friends, right?"
Char was surprised for a moment.
He nodded.
"Of course."
"As long as you don't follow me around every day, trying to find evidence that I killed Umbridge and have me locked up in Azkaban."
Tonks chuckled.
Then suddenly asked.
"So, did you kill Umbridge?"
Without waiting for Char to answer.
Tonks shook her head.
"From my investigation these past few days,"
"You're either farming or holed up in the library every day."
"How could you be involved in Umbridge's death?"
"You're just a little Wizard from Hufflepuff; how could we do anything like murder?"
"It seems my experience is insufficient, and I've been looking in the wrong direction."
"But according to the Ministry of Magic's clues, Umbridge did die in the Forbidden Forest; how am I supposed to explain that?"
"It's a real headache."
Char looked at Tonks.
Tonks returned a knowing look.
After exchanging glances.
Char hesitated.
"Umbridge was a high-ranking Ministry of Magic official."
"Why would she run into the Forbidden Forest for no reason?"
"There must be a motive."
"Could it be that she had problems at work, was feeling down, and wanted to go for a hike in the wilderness?"
"So she came to the Forbidden Forest?"
Tonks paused.
She nodded in deep agreement.
"That makes sense."
"A very valuable direction."
"Many people within the Ministry of Magic can testify."
"Umbridge's mood was terrible during that period, so it's understandable that she wanted to get some fresh air."
"And as a result, because she overestimated her professional abilities and rashly entered a dangerous place like the Forbidden Forest to clear her head, it's normal for an accident to happen."
"I think this should be the content of my report."
"Do you have anything else to add, junior?"
Char thought for a moment.
Then suddenly said.
"Actually, how Umbridge died is no longer important."
"The deceased are gone; the most important thing is to comfort the living."
"When a beloved colleague dies, one can imagine how unsettled the Ministry of Magic employees must be."
"Especially those who were close to Umbridge, how heartbroken they must be."
"Shouldn't you suggest to Minister Fudge in the report that some Condolence Benefits be distributed?"
"This way, I think it can help everyone feel better in their grief, and prevent anyone from saying crazy things due to excessive sorrow and emotional loss of control."
"Of course, we also need to prevent future problems."
"Umbridge's death in the Forbidden Forest indicates that Hogwarts's supervision of the Forbidden Forest is not strict enough."
"Perhaps it should be suggested that the Ministry of Magic allocate another sum of money to Hogwarts for the guarding of the Forbidden Forest, to avoid similar situations from happening again."
"Principal Dumbledore will surely, with a heavy heart, do a good job of protection to prevent similar tragedies from recurring."
"Senior, what do you think?"
Tonks stared blankly at Char.
For a moment, she was somewhat suspicious.
No?
Which one of us is actually in the system?
How are you so good at this?
Char's lips twitched.
In his previous life, there was a year when three students who had delayed their graduation jumped one after another at his school.
Having seen it so many times.
He naturally learned.
Tonks was also extremely efficient.
Since she had already made her choice.
She didn't hesitate.
She quickly wrote the report in front of Char.
"I'll go submit the report to Minister Fudge today."
"Char, is there anything else you need my help with?"
Char pondered for a moment.
Only then did he bring up the matter of protective magic and the Floo Network.
"If I can sort out the protective magic silver and the Floo network on the volcanic island first,"
"Then my reclamation will be much easier."
Tonks pursed her lips and smiled.
"When this report is submitted, Minister Fudge will definitely be very happy."
"He will agree."
"But I also have a small request."
Char nodded.
Tonks was willing to stop investigating Umbridge's death and not pursue it further.
She was also willing to help him solve the issues with the protective magic silver and the Floo network.
That was already generous enough.
It was reasonable for him to agree to a small request.
Then,
Tonks said to Char,
"This request cannot be heard by others."
"Junior, come closer."
As Char leaned in,
thinking Tonks might be about to make a request about herbs or Potions,
a warm, moist sensation suddenly pressed against his cheek.
Char froze on the spot.
"?!"
"Senior?"
Tonks's pink hair grew even pinker.
She wiped her mouth.
As if to get revenge on Char for not acknowledging the North Sea Kraken,
she deliberately said,
"What's wrong?"
"Junior?"
"Did something happen?"
"Did you seriously remember Senior's small request?"
Subsequently,
Tonks then took the report and left Hogwarts.
Before leaving, she left Char with a message.
"When Senior has her next holiday,"
"I'll treat you to butterbeer in Hogsmeade."
Immediately,
Tonks disappeared from Char's sight.
Char touched his cheek, where the warm, moist sensation had lingered.
He gave a wry smile.
Combining both his lives, this was the first time this struggling agriculture student had been kissed.
He hadn't expected it to be Tonks.
Was she not afraid he'd report her for molesting a minor?
But a moment later,
Char shook his head.
The distracting thoughts in his mind vanished.
Tonks would die in the final battle.
Many people would die in that battle.
Some familiar faces, even those he had a good relationship with, would leave forever in his fifth year, even before the final battle.
For example, Susan Bones, whose entire family was killed, left Hogwarts distraught and never appeared in the Wizarding world again.
For example, Cedric Diggory, this excellent Hufflepuff Prefect, left his promising future forever on the Triwizard Tournament grounds.
There were so many tragedies.
He still didn't have the power to change things.
He had no time to think about anything else.
Another batch of Goldfish Vines had matured.
Although he still couldn't push his Magic Perception to Platinum-grade and achieve a qualitative change,
it could at least improve a bit more.
Immediately,
Char took a step.
He walked towards Hagrid's Hut.
At the same time,
Tonks, who had returned to the Ministry of Magic,
had already brought the report to Minister Fudge's office.
Minister Fudge actually didn't care at all how Umbridge died.
However, Umbridge's death still needed an explanation, so he could only hold his nose and look at the report Tonks brought.
And as he read,
Minister Fudge's eyes suddenly lit up.
A smile appeared on his face.
He nodded repeatedly.
"Good, very good, excellent."
"Rigorous investigation, meticulous evidence."
"The truth of the matter should be exactly as stated."
"The subsequent recommendations in this report are even more commendable."
"Well said, the deceased is gone, what's important is to comfort everyone's emotions, learn lessons, and do a good job of protection."
Minister Fudge's mind was very clear.
He would attribute Umbridge's death to her bad mood.
Using this as an excuse, he would offer psychological Condolences to Ministry of Magic employees and distribute some benefits.
Even if everyone knew that Umbridge didn't die that way,
who would refuse the benefits they received?
To get the benefits, they had to admit that Umbridge had psychological problems and couldn't cope.
No rumors would spread within the Ministry of Magic.
As for Hogwarts,
this time, the Ministry of Magic didn't point the finger at Headmaster Dumbledore.
And another sum of money was allocated.
Presumably, Headmaster Dumbledore would also be happy to see it happen.
The Ministry of Magic and Headmaster Dumbledore had both reached an agreement.
Once a joint statement was issued, the matter would be settled.
Which short-sighted newspaper would dare to jump out and raise objections?
Minister Fudge sneered.
He wasn't Minister of magic for nothing.
If he couldn't deal with Headmaster Dumbledore, he could still deal with them, right?
Having resolved this major concern,
Minister Fudge also let out a sigh of relief.
It felt as if a huge stone had been lifted from his heart.
Regarding Tonks's suggestion to first help Char with the protective magic silver and access to the Floo network, Minister Fudge didn't hesitate at all.
The Ministry of Magic was paying, not him,
Approved!
At the same time, Minister Fudge also greatly admired Tonks.
Initially, he had been a bit worried that Tonks, being so young, might be too straightforward, insisting on getting to the bottom of things and only seeking justice.
Now it seemed that this excellent Hufflepuff graduate, though young, was still very sensible.
Perhaps, through this matter,
Tonks could serve as a bridge for communication with Hogwarts.
Thinking of this,
Minister Fudge pondered for a moment.
He pulled out a promotion approval document.
He wrote Tonks's name on it in advance.
At this moment,
Char had arrived behind Hagrid's Hut.
This was where the five Trolls were kept.
A new batch of Goldfish Vines had matured.
Their orange-red color was enticing, and heavy reward orbs floated above them.
Char reached out slightly.
One by one, the reward orbs merged into his body.
A waterfall of system prompts also appeared before his eyes.
[You have cultivated Goldfish Vine to maturity]
[You received a reward: Magic Perception slightly enhanced (Bronze Grade)]
....
When the system prompts finally subsided,
Char took a deep breath.
He looked at the system panel.
His Magic Perception Enhancement still remained at Gold Grade.
However, this time, something was different.
A faint hint of platinum light finally appeared on it.
Even though it was very weak,
it instantly made Char's expression brighten.
He had finally reached the threshold for promotion to Platinum Grade.
Although he was still far from truly advancing to Platinum Grade,
it was, after all, different from before.
Char could feel that his perception of magic was several times more precise than before.
And this feedback was quite obvious in various spells.
The glow of several Platinum-grade Charms visibly intensified several times.
The same was true for the bronze luster on Transfiguration and Black Magic Transformation.
Char let out a long breath.
He clenched his fists.
Soon.
It wouldn't be long.
When his Magic Perception Enhancement truly reached Platinum Grade,
the change would surely be earth-shattering!
At this moment,
heavy footsteps sounded.
The ground trembled.
Char looked up and saw the male Troll walking towards him.
He was a little surprised.
Then, as if remembering something,
he pointed to the mature Goldfish Vines and said, "You can eat these."
"I agree."
Char had handled the recent batches of Goldfish Vines this way.
After they matured, a portion went to Professor Sprout, another portion to Snape.
The rest was given to the Trolls to eat.
After all, they had helped him harvest so many Goldfish Vines; it would be a bit too much if he didn't give them any incentive.
However, this time,
what surprised Char was that,
the Trolls, who usually rejoiced and even fought over being able to eat Goldfish Vines,
now seemed to have lost interest.
The male Troll came before Char.
Using its pitifully limited vocabulary,
and adding gestures,
it knelt before Char again.
It seemed to be pleading for something.
Char watched for a long time.
Only then did he follow the direction it was pointing.
He then saw that the female Troll's abdomen was already bulging.
Char was stunned for a moment.
"It's pregnant?"
"Wait…—"
"Are you asking me if I can find a wider place?"
"To make it more comfortable?"
The male Troll then smiled.
It nodded repeatedly.
Char watched this scene.
His heart was filled with emotion.
Although Trolls were clumsy,
they were not emotionless monsters.
They were just a bit clumsy.
In fact, they were much better than many people.
So, after a moment of consideration,
Char imitated the Trolls' grunts.
Adding gestures, he conveyed his meaning.
"I have an island."
"I can take you there in a few days."
"There's sea and mountains there."
"You can move freely on it, as long as you don't step on the fields."
"Oh, right, there's also food in the fields that will fill you up."
"It's very spacious there, would you like to go?"
The male Troll stood there,
seemingly trying hard to process Char's information with its limited brain capacity.
Just as Char thought it didn't understand,
the male Troll suddenly called the other Trolls over.
It grumbled and gurgled, speaking for a while.
The Trolls' gazes all fell on Char.
The next moment,
Rumble.
Rumble.
Their huge fists continuously pounded their chests,
emitting a sound like muffled thunder.
Then,
the Trolls roared in their language.
"Gronnak——"
"Gronnak——"
When Char had previously subdued them with violence,
he had heard them call him this.
It meant "King" in the Troll vocabulary.
But before,
if Char had subdued them with violence,
now,
they were completely sincere.
Looking at Char, their eyes held not only respect and fear,
but even—worship!
After all, Trolls did not actually have nomadic habits.
They actually preferred to settle down and farm.
But in the Wizarding world, there was simply nowhere to accommodate them.
The Forbidden Forest was already considered a sanctuary.
Yet Char was willing to provide them with a stable home.
Even the clumsy Trolls,
at this moment, expressed their joy with gestures.
A smile unconsciously appeared on Char's face.
After instructing the Trolls to wait patiently for a few days,
Char returned to the Little Greenhouse.
There were still many plants waiting for him to process.
And before starting work,
Char's gaze fell on the small bucket in the Little Greenhouse.
During this time,
he would tap the small porcelain bucket every day.
To see how far away he was from being able to use the Demeter Ritual magic again.
But each time, it was a dull sound.
At most, it was slightly better than when he first started.
Clearly, the next time was still a long way off, possibly because the damage was too severe.
It would be even longer than Char's estimated three months.
But this time,
when Char habitually approached the small bucket,
he suddenly felt that the small bucket in front of him was a bit different from usual.
The originally dull patterns on it actually lit up slightly.
Char's breathing suddenly hitched.
"Hmm?!"
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