8. Rapid Progress

At noon, Wayne had a simple lunch and instead of continuing to study magic, he fell asleep on the bed.

After a night of excitement and a long morning of walking around, he was already feeling a little sleepy.

He had a particularly sweet sleep and when he woke up, the clock on the wall showed that it was past five o'clock.

There was some noise coming from downstairs, piquing Wayne's curiosity. He walked out of the bedroom in his pajamas.

The two servants and the chef in his family were all well-educated and hired with high salaries. There had never been such a commotion before.

"Master Wayne," a servant called out upon seeing him coming downstairs, a look of surprise on their face.

"What's wrong, Linda?" Wayne asked, curious about the noise.

"Suddenly, several owls flew in just now and dropped these things in the living room, then flew away," Linda explained, still a little shocked. Owls are typically nocturnal creatures and are rarely seen during the day, let alone delivering packages.

On the carpet in the living room, there were several unopened large packages.

Wayne knew that these were the things he had bought in the morning from the store in Diagon Alley.

As for why the owls had taken a while to fly away, usually when something is delivered, the recipient has to provide food to replenish the owls' strength.

This was Wayne's first time receiving a delivery, and he had forgotten about it.

He glanced at Linda, another servant named Elena, and the chef, Bruce.

From now on, I would have to study magic at home, which would surely cause a lot of noise. It would also be inconvenient to leave them at home, especially considering Wayne spent more time at school than at home every year.

He was considering whether or not to let a few of them go.

It wouldn't be considered termination. The Lawrence family had many properties, so if they were willing, Wayne would provide them with new positions that paid the same or even higher wages.

"Okay, maybe it's the latest technology. I bought all these things," Wayne quickly came up with an excuse to fool them.

"Linda, Elena, put your things in the study. Bruce, what's for dinner?" Wayne asked.

"How about steak, Master Wayne?" Bruce suggested.

"Let's add some grilled ribs," Wayne replied.

"Yes," Bruce acknowledged.

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After dinner, Wayne went to the study and began to unpack the packages.

Setting aside the temporarily useless items, he placed several first-grade textbooks on the table. He picked up "Standard Spells - Elementary" and started reading.

Charms were the foundation of everything. Strictly speaking, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and even Dark Arts were all spells.

Learning magic spells well would be of great help in other subjects.

With a casual wave, Wayne broke the cup on the table. Wayne took out his wand, followed the instructions in the book, and concentrated. Raising his wrist slightly, he pressed it down and chanted in a fixed rhythm.

"Reparo," Wayne said to himself.

As if going back in time, all the fragments flew back to their original positions, and the cracks disappeared.

"It's quite simple," Wayne muttered.

His spell talent had already reached SS-, a level that surpassed most people in history. Nevertheless, learning a repair spell was still challenging.

Then again, let other wizards be squibs.

Wayne also noticed that he effortlessly held a wand and cast spells according to the book's guidance. His spirit was easily concentrated, and no ambiguity required force to activate the spell. It became apparent why some wizards lost their wands – they were no different from squibs.

For the next hour, Wayne read and practiced, quickly learning several basic spells: Lumos, Scourgify, Wingardium Leviosa, and Alohomora. Not only did he learn them, but he could also simplify some of the steps.

Take the levitating spell, for example. The rhythm played a crucial role. A mistake in the pause could lead to spell-casting failure or incomplete execution.

Regarding incompleteness, imagine wanting a pen to float one meter high, but it only levitates half a meter, with an uncontrollable direction of movement. All of these details were covered in these books.

However, Wayne only needed to pronounce the spells clearly and completely. He could even use casual gestures and still successfully cast the spell.

The words that come to mind to describe it are... terrifying!

"System, are there levels for spell proficiency?" Wayne suddenly asked in his mind.

[Magic proficiency levels are classified as beginner, intermediate, advanced, and master levels.]

[The host can improve proficiency level through practice and perception or draw corresponding magic spells in the card draw to enhance proficiency.]

"Is there a dashboard to track my spell proficiency?"

A screen of light appeared in front of Wayne's eyes. Glancing at it, he discovered that the few spells he had just learned were already at the intermediate stage. This brought Wayne a sense of relief.

The greatest advantage of the dashboard is that it allows him to have a clear understanding of his status and observe his progress after hard work. Sometimes, it's not that people are unwilling to put in the effort, but rather that their efforts don't yield visible results. Without continuous positive feedback, persistence becomes challenging.

Wayne now felt energized. In just one night, he had mastered all the spells he needed for first grade and they were all at the intermediate level.

For the next few days, Wayne didn't go out. Aside from going downstairs to eat, he spent the rest of his time in his bedroom and studying, immersing himself in the study of magic. With his exceptional magical talent and the photographic learning ability of the memory palace, Wayne's progress was astonishingly rapid. Not only did he master the content of first grade, but he also quickly absorbed all the "Standard Spells - Level 3" and their preceding material. He became proficient in numerous commonly used spells.

If Professor McGonagall were aware of his progress, she would undoubtedly be astounded to the point of losing her hair. In just a few days, I have independently studied up to the third grade.

August has arrived, and time seems to be flying by. London's weather has grown hotter, and the relentless chirping of cicadas has only worsened people's already frayed tempers. However, Wayne remains unfazed, having cast a soundproofing spell on his room.

*Snap!* Wayne closed the "Dark Demon Power Self-Defense Guide" and stretched. Making his way to the window, he opened the curtains, allowing the dazzling sunlight to stream in and causing him to unconsciously squint his eyes.

"I've grown tired of reading. Why not go shopping in Diagon Alley again?" Last time, Professor McGonagall's presence had made it inconvenient for him to buy many things. This time, he could indulge in a shopping spree.

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