Ding!
Congratulations, you have acquired the Extraordinary Trait [Butcher's Instinct].
In the kitchen, just as he was about to finish off the chicken in front of him with one swift cut, a look of surprise flashed across Ian's face as he began to examine the trait's effects.
Acquiring an Extraordinary Trait meant that a skill had reached a significant level; one had comprehended part of the skill's true essence.
Just like in psychology, with traits such as Thought Perception.
But what about the effects of the Biological Anatomy trait?
Ian checked the trait's functions and found that this Butcher's Instinct allowed him to instantly analyze the optimal dissection structure of any creature he faced.
How should I put it? Is this skill better than nothing?
Looking at the chicken being held.
At this moment, Ian felt as if he could pierce through the chicken's feathers and directly find the best spot to make his cut.
Then, with a movement of the knife blade, there was a "crack" sound.
The chicken's life was completely extinguished.
The decisive technique even drew praises from the chefs nearby.
"Wow, Ian, your butchering skills have gotten better and better!"
After killing the chicken, Ian.
Then helped cut open the chicken meat that the chefs had plucked clean.
With a few slices, "crack, crack, crack."
The chicken was cut neatly and evenly.
Ian chuckled and replied, "Haha, I've indeed become more skilled."
After acquiring the skill's Extraordinary Trait, he had made remarkable progress.
These types of Extraordinary Traits for normal skills were indeed magical, but just magical. Ian couldn't help but wonder, would he become even more formidable and wonderful once he learned magic?
Sadly, he had to wait for another half month for the owl to buy the learning books.
Up until today, Ian still didn't understand why Dumbledore needed to make a home visit first.
Was Wu Orphanage really that charming?
At his desk in the morning, he found that he couldn't concentrate on his books.
"Have to wait that long! Really want to learn magic so badly!"
After waiting for several days straight,
Ian merely felt that days were crawling by. This feeling couldn't even be described by the wait for a mail-ordered product's arrival. It was like knowing that the "Goddess" had descended, yet still having to wait for the postal service to deliver.
"After all, I am an adult soul."
Ian didn't know how to describe his feelings, eager anticipation? Impatience? It all meant the same.
In reality, it was a sense of anticipation akin to discovering a new continent, transitioning from a real-world into a magic-filled wondrous world.
Let's not talk about adult souls; any normal person would undoubtedly wish to explore the mysterious magic as well.
On this particular day,
Ian chose to skip work.
Even though he was the boss of his own little stall... since he was an adult, he had to make adult decisions. Wasn't it just a simple Diagon Alley?
Could this stump me?
Ian pocketed his savings, his "fortune," trying to rely on his meager memory of the original work to seek out the figure of the [Broken Cauldron Bar] in the vast city of London.
It was a bar that Muggles couldn't see; only Wizards could. Through the bar, he could enter [Diagon Alley], which was Wizard territory.
In the original work, Harry Potter entered Diagon Alley this way.
So, Ian wanted to try it too.
But all he knew was the bar's name; he had no idea where the actual address was.
The streets were packed with people.
Ian melted into the crowd, having run across numerous blocks; however, gazing at the shops on both sides of the street, he still couldn't spot the bar's figure.
"Ox Head Bar... Jenny's Restaurant, Tomorrow Restaurant, KFC..."
The plethora of shops.
None were Ian's targets.
Just like the Platform Nine and Three-Quarters in the original work.
The Broken Cauldron Bar could only be seen by Wizards—by rights, Ian should have been able to see it, but he knew he just hadn't found the right location.
"Hmm?"
While searching, Ian suddenly realized it seemed like he was being followed—he instantly felt uncertain and suspicious!
Human traffickers?
Wasn't it too early for organ trading to be common during this era?
Ian quickened his pace, passing several intersections in succession, and took the opportunity to glance back—a figure shrouded in a black robe, whose face was not visible.
Hmm.
It somehow made sense.
This attire didn't look like any cosplay attempt.
The idea of Dark Wizards abducting Little Wizards could be for unknown reasons; it's definitely not because they couldn't have children and wanted someone to inherit Dark Arts or anything.
"I am being watched!"
Ian's heart tightened.
He was somewhat flustered.
Luckily, he saw the entrance to the subway station at this moment, quickly sprinting toward it—the black-robed figure remained outside and didn't enter.
The other party probably didn't dare to use magic in a crowd.
After all,
Abducting Little Wizards.
And provoking the Ministry of Magic's regulations.
Are two pursuits with definitely different levels of intensity.
Roughly equivalent to the difference between illegal activities and anti-terrorism?
His heart pounded wildly.
Ian, relieved, quickly hopped on the subway, and an hour later, he returned to Wu Orphanage.
"That was really dangerous today! The Magic World is indeed quite chaotic!"
Standing in front of that square, eerily constructed orphanage entrance, Ian's small and thin figure slowly walked into the orphanage, unaware of the two shadows watching him from the dark.
Among them,
was the man Ian regarded as a "Dark Wizard."
Dumbledore's steady voice softly echoed beside the black-robed figure.
"Preventing him from contacting the Wizarding World prematurely, do you think you're being overly cautious?"
The black-robed man remained silent.
Like a statue in the night. His thoughts drifted back to an hour before, where he had cast a mysterious spell on Ian, preventing him from seeing the [Broken Cauldron Bar], even though it was right nearby. Indeed, Ian hadn't failed to find the place; rather, he hadn't seen it due to magical interference.
"Diagon Alley isn't some child's playground. There are many Dark Wizards frequenting there. I wouldn't want him to end up like his foolish..."
The black-robed man stopped mid-sentence, turned his head, and with penetrating eyes stared at Dumbledore; after a long silence, a hoarse voice emerged.
"He belongs to Slytherin."
Without further saying anything, the black-robed man instantly used Apparition, leaving behind only a gust of wind and gradually dissipating magic fluctuation.
"Wu's Orphans..."
Dumbledore remained alone in place.
He continued to quietly gaze at the weathered gate of the orphanage, staring at the dilapidated signboard as though deep in reminiscence, a somewhat complex expression emerging on his face.
"I hope this time, I won't make the same mistake again."
Dumbledore let out a heavy sigh.
Turning, he merged into the night.
Yet,
his departing back appeared somewhat stooped.