aircannonsinc Chapter 175 Young Jill
Chapter 175 Young Jill
Chapter 175 Young Jill
Flitwick watched Ryan leave. There was something he hadn't said. Of course, he believed that in the following records, Ryan would definitely realize that using monitored emotional states for rational analysis was a less efficient approach.
"Emotions vary from person to person. Even with a large enough sample for speculation and analysis, it is not enough to accurately describe each individual. Only by personally experiencing the extremes of love and hate, hatred and anger, can one understand the deeper relationship between emotions and magic."
Ryan was unaware of these words, for he had already walked away.
However, he could guess that, because a part of magic is idealistic, and magic power also spans the two realms of matter and mind, the method that Professor Flitwick taught him could only have a certain effect in the material realm, while the mental realm was a matter for each individual.
He can find feedback from those whose intelligence he has helped, or he can use himself. He can use the situations he monitors when facing different things as samples, but even if he analyzes the interconversion relationship between magic, spells, and emotions, he can't use it.
Because understanding and being able to use are two completely different levels.
"It doesn't matter. Even if I bear the weight of the entire magical world on my shoulders, single-handedly suppress my incompetent allies, and can't control my emotional magic, I am still invincible in this world!"
Ryan was full of confidence; at worst, he would just call Dumbledore to save him.
For the next twenty-odd days, he traveled to various parts of the world, observing local customs and the fickleness of human nature. He also acted in and directed several short stories of comebacks and humiliations, experiencing the emotional changes in himself and others.
Jill Xavier is an eighteen-year-old boy who lives with his parents in Rutland, in the East Midlands of England.
Rutland is not only the smallest county in England, but also has a permanent population of only 30,000. The county has only two towns: the capital, Ockham, and the other, Abingham.
Jill Xavier lived in Abingham, and almost everyone in the town was related to him.
Every time he went out and met his neighbors, it was like visiting his extended family.
He is currently on holiday, and his favorite thing to do is to travel around the county by himself—starting from Abingham, arriving at the southern shore of Lake Rutland in the county center, walking east along the lake to complete a loop, and successfully arriving at Ockham, the capital located on the western side of Lake Rutland.
He had taken this trip several times before, so he knew the way like the back of his hand. He would set off from home by bicycle in the morning and arrive in Oakmead for dinner in the evening.
Of course, the most important thing is not having dinner in Oakmeal that night.
The important thing is not to stay in Abingham, because in the evenings, the residents are used to gathering in the town center to chat and talk. At this time, parents will start comparing their children, and other people's children will gradually come to the fore in this comparison and conversation.
Unfortunately, Gil Xavier didn't belong to the category of "other people's children." He could only look up to other people's children while listening to his parents' endless lectures about their future development.
At times like these, he couldn't understand why his parents treated him this way.
Even though generations have lived this way. Even though Abingham boasts beautiful scenery, a nurturing climate, a pleasant environment, and affordable prices.
But his parents kept telling him to study hard, to go to a big city, to make a name for himself, and to achieve great things.
His parents also told him that secondary school was crucial; while others were playing, he could overtake them all by working hard. They said that by overtaking them, he could get into Cambridge University, and by getting into Cambridge, he could achieve great things.
"But I just can't learn it!" Gil Xavier stopped his bicycle by Lake Lateran and kicked pebbles in the lake.
He was extremely distressed. When he left home, besides the fact that his academic performance was far below the threshold for Cambridge, he was also experiencing ineffective conversations with his parents, which caused him great distress as well.
"Jill, why can't I make calls?"
"Dad, the home phone has been out of service for a long time, it should be unusable."
"Why can't I make calls? I was fine yesterday!"
"The phone at home has been ringing for a long time!"
"Why can't I make calls? I was fine yesterday!"
"We can go to the business office in Oakmeal, the capital, to ask what's going on, and then make a decision."
"My phone was working perfectly fine yesterday, so why can't I make calls today!"
"Oh my God! Dad, I mean, we can go—"
"I told you! The phone was working perfectly fine yesterday! Why can't I make calls today?!"
"—" This was the last conversation that took place at home when he left this time. After that, Xavier shut his mouth, turned around, and rushed out of the house without looking back.
As he rushed out of the house, he faintly heard his father's voice: "What a useless thing! Look at the neighbor's kid, he knows everything! Look at you, you know nothing!"
"What should I do—" He sat by the lake, fiddling with the pebbles on the ground, flicking them one by one into the lake.
Suddenly, he felt a sensation on his fingers and realized that what he was touching didn't feel like a pebble. It had a warm, smooth feel, a texture he had never experienced before.
His gaze fell on the spot his fingers were touching, and he noticed a white stone that seemed to have grown in the soil. But the stone was so smooth that he could hardly believe it.
He moved the soil around the stone and found that it was very flat and even had sharp edges. As he moved the soil, a blade of grass gently bumped against the edge of the white stone and was torn apart.
"This is?"
He was curious; finding a remarkable, flat stone by the lake was like finding a perfectly straight stick next to a vegetable garden.
No normal person could resist such a temptation.
Jill Xavier was, of course, a normal person, and as a normal person, his first thought would naturally be to pick up the stone and weigh it in his hand.
"Ouch." He accidentally cut his finger on the edge of the stone when he picked it up.
A deep gash slowly oozed a little crimson blood.
The injury didn't look serious, but because the wound was deep, Jill Xavier felt excruciating pain.
"What the heck is this?!" Extremely disappointed, his interest in the rock waned, and he casually tossed it into the lake. Then he returned to his bicycle and searched for bandages in the sidecar.
Because he often rides his bike through streets and alleys, dense forests and lakesides, he is prone to abrasions, so he always keeps bandages in the back of his bike.
As he walked back to his bicycle to bandage his wound, he didn't see several smooth, flat, white stones floating on the lake, which suddenly turned into starlight and disappeared.