In the Chamber of Secrets of the Smith family, the magical creature possessed by each member represented the nature of that member's magic.
This was a device invented by Fonte Smith, son of the ancestor William Smith. It recorded the status of each member of the Smith family and could identify the essence of each Smith's magic.
More specifically, it determined their nature through mythological or existing magical creatures (William Smith was likely a man who, much like Hagrid, loved magical creatures), which allowed him to intuitively understand their characteristics—though Ryan had to consult Fonte Smith's Discovery: Unknown Creatures to fully comprehend them.
For example, members whose magical essence manifested as the Thunderbird were more skilled at summoning wind and rain; Ryan's Ouroboros-like magical nature, on the other hand, represented an almost endless and limitless power of regeneration.
However, this was somewhat different from standard wizards in the Harry Potter world.
After recalling the original work and reading the Smith family's book collection, Ryan discovered that a wizard's magic was more akin to endurance, and that modern spells were stable, low-energy products. The original books had never shown any wizard experiencing a genuine lack of magic.
Even a young wizard could cast the Avada Kedavra curse, though its raw power might be insufficient; as Crouch Jr., disguised as Moody, claimed, an improper killing curse cast by children could likely only cause a victim's nose to bleed.
Furthermore, the magic of this world—especially advanced spells—emphasized the necessity of possessing specific emotions while performing them; in a sense, a distinct state of mind.
Avada Kedavra required a truly powerful and effective desire to kill; the Cruciatus Curse necessitated an intense hatred or desire to torture, preferably with some pleasure derived from the act. The Patronus Charm, conversely, required the happiest and most positive memories of one's life.
In short, Ryan's magical nature meant his regenerative powers were vastly superior, making him better suited for high-energy, high-powered ancient spells that had long fallen out of common use.
Ryan's father, George Smith, had a magical nature closer to gunpowder; this allowed him to easily manipulate flames and create explosions, much like Seamus Finnigan in the original story, who managed to detonate even simple levitation spells.
His signature invention, the metal wand, allowed him to harness his magical nature to the fullest, launching powerful and effective magic projectiles.
All of the Smith family's inventions were remarkably useful, especially the mithril wand, which incorporated the blood of various common magical creatures and amplified spell power by adapting to its wielder.
To retrieve this invention from the family's alchemy room, however, Ryan had to first complete an invention of his own.
Fortunately, his father, George Smith, had been just one step away from finishing his own project before his death.
Ryan examined his father's and mother's manuscripts. With his "exceptionally gifted" intellect, a broad foundation in alchemy, a deep understanding of material properties, and high school mathematics from a previous life, he quickly identified the error.
There had only been a single mistake, and it was purely mathematical: one digit had been miscalculated, resulting in the cooling potion being short by precisely one ounce.
To be honest, it was a tragic oversight. The House of Alchemy, a magical artifact, maximized a wizard's security. Unfortunately, if an invention wasn't completed and approved inside the house before a member turned 25, they could never enter it again after crossing that threshold.
Had Lord Voldemort not appeared and sapped his father George of the energy needed to finish his work, his parents might have stayed safe inside the alchemy shack even amidst the chaos.
Now, only the final ingredients were missing, scheduled to arrive the next day.
The weather was clear at an old castle hidden deep within Nottingham Forest—a place neither ordinary people nor Muggles could find or perceive.
Ryan stood by the window and began his daily physical exercise.
As his body moved in rhythm, he silently repeated in his mind, "One, two, three, four; two, two, three, four; second set, chest expansion."
Race: Wizard
Power: 9 (The normal human limit is 10)
Constitution: 25 (The normal human limit is 10)
Magical Power: 15 (The normal human limit is 10)
Skills: Thinking level 2 (39%), Body Modification level 3 (1%), Alchemy level 2 (2%)
"As we examined various documents, alchemy has developed considerably. My father's invention, although it led to a magical accident, was merely a result of his overconfidence and the generally weak mathematics of the Wizarding World."
The metal staff—essentially the body of a weapon—was complete. All that remained was to awaken its spirit and wait for Jack. Once the alchemical sequence was activated, all Ryan needed to do was add the cooling potion at the critical moment. Furthermore, his safety would be maximized within his ancestor William Smith's Alchemy Hut.
After finishing his exercise, Ryan drank his black tea and sank into deep thought.
"Jack, is everything ready?"
With a loud, echoing crack, the house-elf Jack appeared before him.
"Here, Young Master Ryan, is the potion you requested."
Ryan picked up a bundle of dried herbs; this was wormwood, the most important component of the cooling potion. When combined with narcissus root powder, it could even create the Draught of Living Death, a notoriously powerful sleeping potion.
Inside the Alchemy Shack, the alchemical apparatus slowly hummed into action at Ryan's command.
The finished weapon resembled an obsidian M1911 pistol, its surface constantly shimmering with strange, intricate patterns.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.
The time had come. Ryan poured the cooling potion into the apparatus.
His magical power flowed alongside the coolant, leaving spectacular, glowing patterns across the body of the metal wand.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
The magical runes around the weapon absorbed the surrounding light, and the frame trembled as if struck with a violent vibration. As the alchemical process reached its climax, the buzzing sound gradually faded away.
"It's over!" Ryan thought, overjoyed.
True to the proverb that a divine object conceals its brilliance, the weapon slowly settled, returning to a sleek, understated appearance.
Ryan picked it up. A cold current instantly spread from his fingertips throughout his entire body.
For a moment, perhaps due to his unique magical resonance, Ryan felt as though there were two of him: the weapon was the person, and the person was the weapon.
He took aim at a pre-selected target, channeled his magic, and continuous bursts of silver light projectiles fired straight from the barrel.
"Haha, there you go, my Infinite Loading Zero!"
Ryan was thrilled. This was the first time he had come so close to creating a genuinely incredible magical item completely from scratch—and less than a month had passed since his transmigration.
However, because his father's magical nature was explosive, Ryan's output manifested differently. His own magic was geared toward endurance and powerful regeneration rather than pure destructive blasts.
Next, he had to consider whether he still wanted to retrieve the old mithril wand. With his beloved dark firearm by his side, a traditional wand was hardly necessary anymore.
Simply infusing the gun produced standard bolts of light, but what about actual spells?
Because this dark knight weapon was forged using his own magic, its compatibility was exceptionally high. Spells and light projectiles fired through it traveled significantly faster than ordinary wand-cast magic.
"Magic weapon, deploy!" Ryan muttered playfully, quickly drawing the gun from his belt while silently reciting a spell in his mind: "Diffindo!"
A sharp, silver, crescent-shaped beam of light shot cleanly from the barrel.
"It's so fast! And it handles even better than a traditional wand. Truly amazing."