[Host: Wayne Lawrence (Has inherited the talent of Andros)]
Magical Power:
Charms:
Defense Against the Dark Arts:
Dark Arts: A (Andros's Dark Arts talent was B, not retained)
Transfiguration:
Potions:
Alchemy: A- (Andros had no knowledge of alchemy)
Special Talents: Memory Palace, Innate Holy Spirit (Significantly enhances Patronus power; boosts effectiveness of defensive spells against dark magic), Wandless Magic (Easier to learn wandless casting; increases power of wandless spells)
[Overall Evaluation: SS-]
Your talent stands at the pinnacle of all wizards. Even following the rules, you can still reach the very peak.
After reading through his current stat panel, Wayne only had four words in his heart:
Who. Can. Stop. Me?!
From A- to SS-, Wayne 's confidence had inflated to the extreme.
With the template fully absorbed, Wayne now had a much clearer understanding of the man named Andros.
He was a famous wizard from Ancient Greece, most terrifyingly known for his ability to summon a Patronus the size of a giant — all through wandless magic.
Even in that era, this was an unparalleled feat. And to this day, no wizard has ever matched it.
After all, the Patronus Charm draws power from one's positive emotions. The stronger the Patronus, the purer and more righteous the caster is believed to be.
So while many hailed him as the Invincible Andros, he was also revered by his contemporaries as Saint Andros.
Don't be fooled by the SS- evaluation — Andros's true strength far exceeded what the system could summarize.
His Dark Arts score was only a B, and his Potions and Alchemy abilities were essentially non-existent. If these had reached even an S-level...
Wayne had no doubt that Andros's evaluation would have risen even higher.
This wasn't just a starter pack — this was cheat-code-level power!
"System, fine, don't return my points if you don't want to. I can earn them later. But how about throwing in another compensation pack?"
Wayne asked hopefully, but after a long silence and no reply from the system — and with a servant calling him down for dinner — he could only drop it for now.
After dinner, Wayne didn't waste a moment. He headed straight back to his room and dove into his magical experiments.
Just like a child with a new toy — he wouldn't stop until he was bored.
But magic was far more exciting than any toy.
Even without a wand, perhaps thanks to his wandless magic talent, Wayne could still perform simple spells.
He made a cup float around the room under his control — then clenched his fist hard.
Bang!
A teacup worth several hundred pounds shattered into shards and scattered across the floor.
Next, he tried to imagine reversing the damage, attempting to restore the cup to its original state. But this time, he failed. While the shards did piece themselves back together, cracks remained clearly visible.
"Is it because I didn't use the incantation?"
Wayne thought for a moment and tentatively said, "Reparo."
But the cup didn't respond at all — still damaged and cracked.
"Yeah, of course it wouldn't work." Wayne laughed bitterly and shook his head.
If all it took to cast a spell was to say the words, who would need spellbooks? Just hand out a spell dictionary and be done with it.
There had to be deeper secrets behind the magic.
Wayne stayed up the entire night, completely absorbed. He didn't stop experimenting until Professor Humphrey arrived at his house. Even then, he only stopped reluctantly, his mind worn out and his energy spent.
The entire set of teapots and teacups in the room had been reduced to broken bits. The servants almost cried while cleaning it up.
That single tea set cost more than their monthly salary.
"Didn't sleep well last night?"
Seeing Wayne close his eyes and lean back the moment he entered the drawing room, Professor Humphrey immediately understood. After all, kids are always fascinated by the wonders of magic.
Wayne didn't deny it. He simply gave a quiet "mm" and continued to rest.
At exactly nine o'clock, the doorbell rang right on time.
"Coming."
Humphrey, who was going through some paperwork, stirred slightly. Wayne also opened his eyes.
They both wondered which professor would be sent.
The butler opened the front door. Humphrey was momentarily stunned—there was no one there. The entrance was completely empty.
Just then, a tabby cat walked in, and under the astonished gazes of the butler and Humphrey, transformed into a woman who looked to be in her fifties or sixties.
She wore a stern expression, square-shaped glasses, a green cloak, and a tall pointed witch's hat atop her head.
She looked like the perfect embodiment of how authors described witches in fantasy novels.
Seeing that the butler was so shocked he was about to faint, the woman frowned and waved her wand with a flick.
The butler blinked in a daze, then walked off on his own to another room.
"My apologies for the scare, but I've had to prove myself too many times that I'm not a fraud. This was simply the most direct method," she said.
"I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor House."
Professor McGonagall introduced herself smoothly and confidently, going through the motions with practiced ease.
As Hogwarts' most dutiful professor, she visited many Muggle-born children's homes each summer to prove that magic was real—and that the letter they'd received wasn't some kind of prank.
In other words, she had plenty of experience.
"Hello, Professor McGonagall. I'm Wayne Lawrence."
Wayne discreetly studied the mature… no, super mature catgirl in front of him, marveling at his good luck.
Having Professor McGonagall as the "starter village guide NPC" was way more reliable than getting someone like Hagrid or Snape.
"Mr. Lawrence," McGonagall nodded in return, noting how cute this young wizard was—far better-looking than the scruffy bunch she'd taught in her student days.
Thinking of the butler from earlier, she added, "It's best not to let too many Muggles know about the magical world. Don't worry, I only used a Confundus Charm."
Then McGonagall looked toward Humphrey, who had been silently observing her the whole time.
"And this gentleman… is your father?"
"No, he's my uncle. My parents passed away a long time ago," Wayne shook his head.
Professor McGonagall's eyes immediately filled with sympathy and regret.
"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know."
"It's alright," Wayne smiled lightly.
At that moment, Humphrey finally spoke. "Wayne, since it's clear she's not a fraud, I feel reassured. I'm heading to work."
He didn't choose to stay and accompany Wayne to Diagon Alley to purchase his school supplies.
Although often troubled by his nephew, Humphrey also knew the boy was sharp beyond his years and unlikely to get into any serious trouble.
Just before leaving, Humphrey turned to Wayne and said:
"If you run into any trouble at school, you can try contacting Millicent Bagnold, the former Minister of Magic. She might be able to help you out."
Under Professor McGonagall's stunned gaze, Humphrey left in a hurry.
"Although Bagnold retired a year ago, and Cornelius Fudge is the current Minister…"
"Mr. Lawrence, could you please explain how your uncle knows about the Ministry of Magic?"