Thank You So Much, Seamus…_1

After opening the status bar and browsing through it, Ivan found some new items that he hadn't seen before, such as a magic scale.

Or, in layman's terms, magical value!

Based on the system's information, an adult wizard's magical scale would be around one-hundred, and some more powerful wizards would be well beyond that.

"Which means I have about sixty percent of the magic of an adult wizard," Ivan muttered.

This was because his magic had doubled in the process of fusing with the unicorn's blood. Otherwise, he would only have thirty percent of the magic of an adult wizard.

It was normal compared to his status as a second year wizard.

Ivan then turned his attention to the latest update, which focused on the new Legendary Points.

After reading the instructions, Ivan figured out that this thing had only one purpose.

Five Legendary Points are required to activate the system's protective mode once, which can be used to remove the risk of merging.

This came as a slight relief to Ivan, as he would not have dared to use it if he did not have it, even if he had the means to fuse multiple bloodlines.

After all, the risk of merging one bloodline was already high enough, let alone multiple bloodlines mixed together.

Ivan was mildly surprised when he started out with three points!

After searching through the system, Ivan found the extra Legendary Title Bar, which showed three titles: Troll Killer, Novice Savior, and Dragoon.

Ivan opened one with a strange expression on his face.

[Legendary Title: Dragoon (Dragon Whelp)

Legend Level: 1

The Legend of Mir 2: The story of you repelling invaders on a dragon (a young dragon) spread throughout the school at the end of term, and although this claim was rejected by the Ministry of Magic, Mr Seamus Finnigan insisted on telling everyone he met about your exploits….

"Thank you so much, Seamus…" Ivan complained.

Ivan had not expected Seamus to try and prove to everyone that he could fly on a dragon.

As for the other two incidents, Ivan had a rough idea of what they represented even without looking at them, the legend of how they contributed to the slaying of a troll on Hallowe'en, and the fact that they were obtained by stopping the return of the Dark Lord during the quest for the Philosopher's Stone.

It was one thing to have a nickname that was worse than the other, but what about the Novice Savior?

The only better Dragoons always made him think of something strange…

Ivan kept complaining to himself, but he knew that it would be very difficult to gather all five points and fuse the next bloodline without risk.

Virtually every legendary event represents a dangerous experience, except when, due to his caution and careful planning, he defeated his enemy in a single blow.

However, he had yet to find a way to fuse multiple bloodlines, so any more Legendary Points would be useless.

This thought depressed Ivan, as he and Tom often talked about their visits to the Restricted Section of Hogwarts during the summer holidays.

Ivan didn't want to make it too obvious that Tom was suspicious, but he did try to beat around the bush. However, Tom Riddle was quite calm, occasionally discussing forbidden books on the Dark Arts with Ivan.

At one point, Tom's reaction caused Ivan to overrule his previous belief, which was why he chose to destroy the Horcrux without actually asking.

However, things were different now. The missing content in The Origin of Blood was most likely related to the method of integrating multiple bloodlines, so it was reasonable to take some risks.

After all, the temptation of increasing his strength was too great. Most of his current strength was due to the Bloodline Fusion Ceremony. The bloodline magic Unicorn's Shadow he obtained was still his greatest trump card!

Ivan was eating his breakfast without a care in the world, his face screwed up in thought, when a white hand reached out and smoothed his furrowed brow.

"What is it?" Alicia asked worriedly.

Yvonne shook her head and said, "It's nothing. I'm not used to the idea of school starting so soon…"

"You'll have to go no matter how hard you don't want to get used to it!" Alicia scolded jokingly, and was about to hit Ivan over the head with her fork, but he dodged it.

After breakfast, Ivan went upstairs to pack his bags.

At first, he wanted to help, but he refused. He could not reveal the existence of the Horcrux Diary, or it would be burned by him, and his hard-won lead would be cut off.

In the afternoon, Ivan found time to practise his blood magic in the basement.

Having been able to clearly see his own magical scale, Ivan wanted to check the limits of his ability to cast spells, so it didn't take long for a silvery-white unicorn to appear in the basement, stomping through the white smoke in pursuit of a terrifying-looking Dementor.

Given that he would not have another chance to practise his blood magic with a Dementor after school tomorrow,

Ivan tortured the Dementor for an entire afternoon, and only when the Dementor's body became so incorporeal that it looked like it was about to collapse, did he let it go.

With her magic nearly exhausted, Ivan figured out how much the Unicorn's Shadow consumed.

In the incorporeal state, one unit of magic would only be consumed in five minutes, but in the corporeal state, the consumption was extremely terrifying.

In other words, he could maintain his Unicorn's Shadow for up to six seconds without expending his magic.

It required a large amount of magic power to be dispersed and then re-formed, depending on the degree of destruction.

"Whew…" After confirming the limits of his spellcasting, Ivan canceled his bloodline magic and opened the chest.

He didn't even have to chase it away. The Dementor moved so quickly that with a "whoosh" it was already in the trunk, sealing the lid on its own, much to Ivan's surprise.

Alicia, who was working on her protective ring in the workshop, was at a loss as to what to make of this. A Dementor that had been perfectly fine was about to shut down by its own child.

…

The day passed in the blink of an eye, and on the morning of the 1st September, Ivan hurried downstairs with his luggage, leaving Tom's diary in his pocket.

It was kept close to Ivan the rest of the time, except when he slept, in case Tom found an opportunity to charm someone, or if he simply stole it.

Although this diary looked ordinary and no one would want it, it was better to be careful…