To achieve this kind of combined magic, Harry first needed a standardized spellcasting system.
He divided this spellcasting system into two major categories.
The first category consisted of the initial spells being cast. These were divided into elemental magic, spatial magic, time magic, and so on.
This type of magic carried damage or other effects by itself. It was the foundation of the spellcasting system.
The second category consisted of the casting methods and effects applied to those spells.
For example, if the delayed spell mentioned earlier were given a tracking effect, then that tracking effect would belong to the second category. Its main purpose would be to strengthen the first category of magic.
This category of magic included things like tracking, splitting, multicasting, rotation, compression, replication, and so on.
Once the first category of magic was combined with the second category of magic, its power and effect would increase exponentially.
Of course, sometimes first-category magic could also stack with other first-category magic, and second-category magic could stack with other second-category magic as well.
For example, if someone cast a water-current spell, then cast an alchemy spell over it, then added splitting and multicasting, it would instantly create a flood.
Everything touched by that flood would lose its original material structure and turn into gold.
Therefore, once this new spellcasting system was complete, even an apprentice who had only just begun learning spells could become a terrifying magic master as long as they possessed enough magic.
Of course, this kind of casting technique would be less useful in duels between high-level mages, and in Skyfather-level battles, it would be completely useless. However, most Lenders were low-level mages, and all of them could benefit from this new spellcasting system.
The more Harry thought about it, the more excited he became. If this new spellcasting system were completed, it would greatly increase the strength of Kamar-Taj and Hogwarts.
However, such a precise spellcasting system was extremely complex. Completing it would require a tremendous amount of effort. Even with Doctor Strange's help, Harry would still need several months to several years to perfect it.
And so, Harry's life in the multiverse temporarily calmed down, giving him a stable period.
However, his split soul in the Bleach world continued carrying out its own plan.
Ever since the accident during the last field practice test, Harry's academy life had no longer encountered any unexpected incidents. Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion.
As mentioned before, when Harry split off this strand of his soul, he had relied on his source power of chaos to create a cheat for it.
This cheat had two functions.
First, Harry's spiritual power would rise without limit over time, roughly multiplying tenfold every ten years.
There was no upper limit to the increase of his spiritual power. Even after surpassing the limits of this world, it would continue rising. And once his spiritual power reached a certain level, it could work together with the second function to take control of the Bleach world.
The second function was, in some ways, even more powerful than the first. He could manipulate reishi within a certain range, and that range would increase as his spiritual pressure increased.
Harry judged that even if he did not train at all and relied only on the cheat to increase his spiritual power, he could completely devour the Bleach world in a hundred years.
If he actively trained, that time would be greatly shortened.
It had to be understood that under Harry's control, the flow of time in the Bleach world was one hundred times faster than in the multiverse world.
In other words, Harry only needed to wait one year in the multiverse world to completely devour the Bleach world, thereby greatly increasing the amount of magic he could control.
Once he devoured the Bleach world, Harry did not know what level his strength would reach.
The lanterns in the tavern swayed with warm yellow light. Rangiku Matsumoto knocked an empty sake bottle onto the table, and a few drops of liquor trickled down from its mouth, forming tiny beads against her neck.
She suddenly leaned closer. The collar of her kimono slipped loosely down to her shoulder, and her wine-scented breath brushed past Harry's ear.
"Little Harry, look, this bottle of hydrangea sake is already empty. Have a few more cups with me, okay?"
Harry's fingers did not move around his cup. The amber liquor inside rippled faintly against the glass wall.
He glanced at Rangiku's deliberately fluttering lashes. A faint mist of wine still clung to them, making them look long and alluring.
Although there was no change on the surface, Harry felt extremely helpless inside.
Ever since he became a sixth-year student and grew closer to graduation, Rangiku Matsumoto had been coming to find him from time to time. She used every trick she had, including but not limited to seduction and threats, all to make him join the Gotei 13's Tenth Division.
But Harry already had a Division he wanted to join, the Fifth Division.
After six years of observation, he had confirmed that the mastermind behind the earlier field practice attack was Sōsuke Aizen of the Fifth Division.
And he had faintly discovered part of Sōsuke Aizen's conspiracy, so he wanted to go to Aizen's side, sit back and enjoy the show, and, before devouring the Bleach world, cause Sōsuke Aizen a little trouble along the way.
However, after being pestered by Rangiku Matsumoto, he was starting to lean slightly toward the Tenth Division.
Nothing else needed to be said. With his strength, he would definitely become a captain in the future. When that happened, would it not be wonderful to have such an incredibly curvy and beautiful lieutenant to admire?
"The Tenth Division has way more types of sake than this place," Rangiku suddenly said, reaching out and lightly hooking his sleeve with her fingertip. "After patrol every day, we drink. The captain may always look annoyed, but he never checks on people. Look how comfortable my life is."
She rubbed lightly against his chest, and the sash around her kimono had loosened so much it looked ready to fall apart. "Besides, having a pretty lieutenant like me practice swordsmanship and drink with you would be more fun than wandering around alone, wouldn't it?"
Harry finally raised his eyes. His gaze landed on the collarbone exposed by her loose collar. There was a faint scar there, an old wound.
"Lieutenant Matsumoto," he said evenly, "allow me to think about it."
"Oh, don't be so cold." Rangiku suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it against the side of her waist. Even through the kimono, he could feel the firm lines of muscle there. "The Tenth Division also has plenty of cute girls. They all really want to see you. They all want to know what kind of person the most outstanding genius in decades really is."
She tipped her head back and drank a mouthful of sake. The liquor ran from the corner of her mouth down her neck, and she deliberately licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.
"As long as you agree, from now on, all the girls in the Tenth Division will be yours to choose from. How does that sound?"
Harry withdrew his hand, his fingertips still carrying the warmth of her waist and the scent of sake.
He drained the liquor in his cup in one swallow, then set the bottom of the cup against the table with a light tap.
"All right, all right. Give me three days. I'll give you an answer in three days."
Rangiku's smile grew even more seductive. She could hear that Harry was starting to give in, and her voice immediately turned sticky and soft, like sweet rice wine.
"Then hurry up, Harry. I'll be waiting for you in the Tenth Division."
Moonlight painted the stone steps leading to the back mountain pale white. After brushing off Rangiku Matsumoto, Harry finally escaped the tavern and began walking back toward Shin'ō Academy.
After entering the academy gate and turning the corner, Harry saw Momo Hinamori standing beneath a tree.
The tip of her wooden sandal scraped lightly against the stone path. After seeing Harry, she immediately hurried over, then leaned forward slightly and sniffed the scent on him.
"Harry… smells like Lieutenant Matsumoto." Momo Hinamori's voice was as thin as a thread. Her fingers twisted around her sleeve, and her lowered lashes hid the emotions in her eyes. "Did you go drinking with her?"
Harry glanced at her slightly reddened eyes and was just about to speak when she suddenly raised her head. Her eyes shone as if they were filled with dew.
"Harry never used to go to taverns. You always practiced swordsmanship with me."
Harry naturally noticed Momo Hinamori's emotions. After all, the memories of this world were synchronized with his main body. It could be said that this was another part of his life, so he could not casually deal with the emotions in this world.
However, he was also somewhat helpless. Back then, after Wanda, he had clearly decided to avoid provoking other women as much as possible.
But in a situation like this, it was simply impossible to avoid.
Then Harry thought about it again. This was a relationship in a different world, so it should not affect the other worlds, right?
The wind rustled through the locust leaves. Seeing Harry remain silent, Momo Hinamori suddenly stood on tiptoe and quickly rubbed herself against him, like a small animal marking its territory.
"There. That's better," she whispered, though her cheeks were hot enough to cook pancakes. "Now Harry smells like me… It smells better than Lieutenant Matsumoto, right?"
Harry looked at the fingers gripping her scroll until they turned white and suddenly remembered Rangiku laughing at him in the tavern, saying he did not understand how girls thought.
He raised his hand and rubbed Momo Hinamori's hair, his fingertips catching the faint scent of ink in her hair. "She was trying to persuade me to join the Tenth Division."
"What is so good about the Tenth Division?" Momo Hinamori immediately raised her head, her eyes widening. "All they do is drink and slack off all day… If Harry is going anywhere, you should come to the Fifth Division. Captain Aizen is very good."
After hearing Momo Hinamori's words, Harry felt rather helpless.
Sōsuke Aizen was a good person?
Did she know that if he had not been there a few years ago, all of them might have been killed by that Hollow?
Harry thought about it. If he did not join the Fifth Division, then Momo Hinamori might encounter danger if she joined it alone. So it would still be better to have her join the same Division as him.
But how was he supposed to persuade Hinamori to join the Tenth Division with him?
Forget it. He would not worry about it for now. He could think about it slowly later. There were still a few months before graduation anyway.
Right, a few months ago, Shiro's grandmother's illness had finally fully recovered, and Shiro had also joined Shin'ō Academy.
Because of Harry's spiritual pressure refinement method, Shiro's entrance spiritual power record surpassed the historical record of Soul Society and reached an astonishing fifth-class spiritual power.
With his talent, as long as he was not like Harry, who did not want to strive and only wanted to coast along until the cheat made him stronger, then he would definitely be able to join the Gotei 13 after one year.
At that time, the three of them might even become Soul Reapers of the same graduating class.
Harry still did not know which Division Shiro wanted to join. He would ask him later.
Several months passed after Rangiku Matsumoto came to invite Harry to join the Tenth Division.
On this day, the time for Harry's graduation finally arrived.
In the graduation ceremony plaza of Shin'ō Academy, stone steps stretched from the entrance of the auditorium all the way to the school gate. The straw sandals of a hundred graduates stepped across them, their footsteps extremely light.
Twelve waves of spiritual pressure pressed down over the plaza like mountains. Aside from the empty seat at the very front symbolizing the Captain-Commander, the remaining captain seats were already filled by figures.
The Second Division captain, Suì-Fēng, sat in the shadows. The hem of her black combat outfit did not move at all.
The Fourth Division captain, Retsu Unohana, sat on a cushioned seat. The cuffs of her white haori carried a faint medicinal fragrance. She gave the trembling graduates a faint smile, but deep in her eyes lay something as still and profound as a hidden lake.
The Fifth Division captain, Sōsuke Aizen, sat in the sunlight. A corner of his white captain's haori was lifted by the wind. The motion of him raising a hand to adjust his glasses was as gentle as a teacher's, but the spiritual pressure spreading from his body made even the surrounding air seem to carry an invisible weight.
The Eighth Division captain, Shunsui Kyōraku, leaned lazily against the back of his chair, toying with a sake gourd in his hand. His entire manner was carefree, roguish, and unconcerned.
The Thirteenth Division captain, Jūshirō Ukitake, sat beside Shunsui Kyōraku. His pale face carried a gentle smile, and he coughed lightly from time to time.
Twelve spiritual pressures intertwined above the plaza like a net. Some were as sharp as winter. Some were as gentle as water. Some were as violent as thunder. They represented the peak combat power of the Gotei 13.
Normally, even seated officers of the Gotei 13 would almost never see twelve captains gathered together.
Yet now the twelve captains had appeared before them, and they had only one goal, to compete for the two geniuses who were about to graduate.
In recent years, who in Shin'ō Academy had not heard of the genius who had appeared there?
That student named Harry had possessed sixth-class spiritual power as soon as he entered the academy, and during his later studies, he displayed talent beyond ordinary imagination. No one doubted that he would become a captain-class powerhouse in the future.
That alone was enough to make every captain interested in fighting for him, hoping he would join their Division and strengthen their foundation.
Not to mention that one year ago, something happened that shook the entire Seireitei.
A young boy named Tōshirō Hitsugaya had actually been found to possess unprecedented fifth-class spiritual power during his entrance spiritual power test.
It had to be understood that since Shin'ō Academy was founded, no one had ever reached fifth-class spiritual power upon admission. Sixth-class spiritual power had been the limit.
His talent in spiritual power alone proved that Tōshirō Hitsugaya would absolutely reach captain-class strength in the future. And captain-class would not be his limit either. The strength he was certain to reach would place him among the very best captains.
Furthermore, aside from his spiritual power, his Zanpakutō was also extremely special. The Captain-Commander had called it the strongest ice-type Zanpakutō in history.
Either of these two talents, if placed on any Soul Reaper, would give them a brilliant future, let alone the two combined in one person.
Now there were even rumors among the Gotei 13 that the Captain-Commander intended to take Tōshirō Hitsugaya as his disciple, then, once he matured, have him inherit the position of Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13.
However, because of the special nature of the First Division, he had no intention of having Tōshirō Hitsugaya join it immediately. Instead, he wanted him to first join one of the other twelve Divisions for training and experience, then transfer to the First Division after he had matured.
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