Ivan was very worried. The piece of mithril that Nicolas Flamel had thrown at him had blown up two layers of protection in a row. Its power was astonishing. If he held it in his palm and did not react in time, he would lose his entire hand!
Therefore, Ivan, who had always valued his life above all else, decisively activated his bloodline magic—Dragonification. Crimson dragon scales quickly appeared on his right hand.
Nicolas Flamel was amazed at what he saw. He had heard about Ivan's blood magic from Dumbledore, but this was the first time he had actually seen it.
Having made all the necessary preparations, Ivan clenched his fists and experimented with the method that Nicolas Flamel had taught him.
At first, everything went well, and Ivan was able to cover the surface of the mithril with his magic.
As mithril was very hard, he had no idea how to leave a mark on it with his will…
Ivan stood there thinking hard, his brow furrowing. He tried for a while, but the piece of mythril metal in his hand did not respond. It seemed that mastering this enchantment was not easy. Just the first step of inscribing the runes was difficult.
At the same time, Nicolas Flamel was sitting in a chair in his lab, reading a book on alchemy. Occasionally, he would glance in Ivan's direction, but when he noticed that Ivan had no idea what he was reading, he turned his attention to the book.
He was well aware of the difficulty of learning enchantment. Ordinary alchemists would not be able to master it in half a month.
In Nicolas Flamel's opinion, Ivan had a good foundation and was extremely talented, but it would take him at least three days to get started. Tonight, he was just letting Ivan get the hang of it.
Ivan tried for over an hour, but to no avail.
Frustrated, he was about to ask if Nicolas Flamel had any tricks up his sleeve when a thought struck him, and he closed his eyes in concentration, trying to remember what it felt like to be able to control magic in protective mode.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ivan finally got the hang of it. His magic seeped into the mithril metal, and the piece of metal he held in his hand slowly began to glow, with irregular scratches appearing on its surface…
Niko Flamel, who was reading the book, instantly sensed this magical fluctuation and instinctively turned to Ivan.
So fast?!
Nicolas Flamel was amazed, understanding that Ivan had found a way to inscribe the spell, but also noting that the magical wave was becoming extremely violent…
Before Nicolas Flamel could warn him, Ivan sensed the threat and threw the mithril block without hesitation.
As soon as it left his hand, the uncontrolled magic power completely erupted, and the hard mithril metal instantly shattered, its remains scattering in all directions like flying bullets…
Fortunately, Ivan reacted quickly and activated the protective ring the moment he let go, successfully blocking the scattered debris.
Looking at the cracks covering the first barrier, Ivan estimated the strength of the debris and was horrified. If he had reacted any later, he would have been injured, even with the protection of his dragon scales.
"Unfortunately, it didn't work." Ivan picked up a shard and sighed in frustration.
It took him a long time to find the method, but before he could even finish inscribing a simple rune, the magic he injected into it went out of control.
"Don't worry, now that you've found a way, all that's left is to keep practicing," Nicolas-Lerme assured Ivan, impressed by his exceptional talent.
Ivan nodded, collected himself, and went back to trying out a piece of mithril.
The lab was soon filled with explosions.
Ivan was unable to get the hang of it this time, and the whole night's practice had little effect, as he was unable to complete even the most basic of runes.
Nicolas Flamel was relieved to see this. He would have doubted his life if Ivan had been able to learn it in a matter of hours.
It had taken him, who was once known as an alchemy genius, half a month to grasp the basics of this enchantment…
For the next few days, Ivan studied alchemy with Nicolas Flamel in the mornings, and continued to plague the lab with magical ingredients in the afternoons and evenings.
In an attempt to maintain her status as a genius, Ivan even snuck out of bed in the middle of the night to set up a silent spell in the lab for extra training.
However, this resulted in a rapid depletion of mithril and metal, which Ivan estimated would cost him thousands of Galleons a day.
In a sense, this was burning money…
Aware of this, Ivan often woke up in the morning feeling guilty, having broken a box of mithril ingots in just two days.
Fortunately, Nicolas Flamel didn't seem to care much about the cost. Without asking, he brought another box.
Thus, on the afternoon of the eighth day, with the constant practice of practicing day and night and the support of a wealthy alchemist, Ivan finally managed to inscribe a crude magical script on a piece of mithril.
"It worked!" Ivan exclaimed, looking at the glowing runes on the mithril in his hand.
Intrigued, Niko Flamel approached Ivan to check that everything was in order, then suggested that Ivan throw it out.
Ivan did not refuse Nicolas Flamel's offer. He immediately injected some magic into the metal block to activate it, then threw it out.
The finger-sized piece of mithril glowed brightly in mid-air, then expanded a hundred times in size and smashed into a nearby wooden cabinet, creating a large hole.
"It worked very well," said Nicolas Flamel, smiling. "It seems you succeeded, much more quickly than I expected." The first simple charm he had given Yvonne was to enlarge an object for three or four hours, which at times worked wonders.
Ivan was overjoyed when he heard this. He worked overtime and finally mastered the enchantment within ten days, fulfilling his promise to Nicolas Flamel.
Thinking of this, Ivan hurriedly turned to look at the alchemist beside him and said with golden eyes, "Teacher, that Philosopher's Stone…"
"I'll start teaching you tomorrow, but for now, you'd better familiarize yourself with the enchantments you've just learned. The enemy won't give you ten minutes to inscribe in battle…" said Nicolas Flamel, shaking his head at Ivan's glowing eyes.