HP: The Root of Everything - The Magician

Göshère town.

The sound of an airplane propeller came from the sky above the monastery. Teach Carr had finally made it back to his little home when the engine was about to break down.

After hurriedly pushing open the gate to the monastery's backyard, Teach, who was already worried, immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

The house was ransacked, and there were signs of a violent struggle in the lobby. Teach rushed over to examine it and found that the size of the mark matched Maggie's height perfectly.

With Maggie nowhere to be found, Teach Carr couldn't help but have the worst possible guess come to mind.

[Maqi, was she captured by a wizard? Or... was she tortured and killed?]

Teach didn't want to think about the possibility of being killed. But the thought kept popping into his head and wouldn't go away.

It wasn't until a voice calling him came from outside the courtyard gate that Teach snapped out of his reverie: "Little Teach, is that you back?"

"Grandma Saya, it's me who's back..."

Before Teach could continue, a villager named Saya urged, "Your poor mother, Maggie, has been injured by burglars. You should go to the hospital to see her right away."

"My God~, I have lived for more than seventy years and I have never seen a villain so vicious as to hurt a kind nun like that."

When Teach Carl heard that Machi was still alive, he immediately relaxed, but when he heard what Grandma Shaye said next, his emotions changed drastically, and he became silent and angry.

After saying thank you, Teach rushed to the hospital.

In the hospital, Corey Bab sat outside the operating room, his face ashen with despair.

The doctor told him that Ma Qi's injuries, with his limbs burned to a crisp, were essentially hopeless. Ma Qi's spirit was also devastated; he would become a vegetable, spending the rest of his life bedridden, numb and unresponsive.

Corey looked ashen-faced, like a soulless corpse, until Teach arrived and brought a glimmer of color back to his eyes.

Corey Bab grabbed Teach by the collar, shoved him against the wall outside the operating room, and angrily demanded, "Teach, what have you been doing all this time?"

Where were you when your mother, Ma Qi, had her accident?

"Why didn't you go home immediately after completing the debt collection task Ma Qi assigned you?"

"...If you had been there, Ma Qi wouldn't have been hurt like that."

Teach doesn't yet know the extent of Machi's injuries in the operating room, but he knows about the wizard's methods.

Faced with Corey's barrage of questions, Teach couldn't answer a single one.

He miscalculated. He thought that because he was a Muggle and had no magic, he wouldn't be tracked down by Auror wizards. But he never imagined that magic was something that defied all logic.

Corey, a middle-aged man who had experienced many years of life and death on the battlefield, calmed down after venting his anger on Teach.

The two, one big and one small, sat silently in the chair.

After a long silence, Corey asked calmly, "Teach, I'm asking you, is your involvement in March's murder?"

"Yes".

"Do you know who did it?"

"Know".

"tell me".

"It's too dangerous, I can't."

Upon hearing Teach's refusal, Corey Bab's anger, which had been barely calmed down, surged up again. Just as he reached out to grab Teach, he grasped at empty air.

Teach then used a teleportation spell, appearing ten meters away in the hospital corridor, and explained to Corey Bab: "Uncle, I can't tell you. First, it's too dangerous, and second, you don't have the ability to take revenge."

"I don't want you to be killed again because of me."

Corey was speechless with shock after witnessing Teach's incredible teleportation ability. Only after hearing Teach's explanation did he roughly guess at some absurd reasons: "Are the people who... hurt Machi people with the same amazing abilities as you?"

"Yes," Teach said, lowering his head guiltily, "it's all because of me. I caused this trouble in my pursuit of this power."

"Uncle, this world isn't just one-dimensional. Behind the backdrop of our technologically advanced society, there lies a wondrous other side."

"That world is not allowed for ordinary people like us to come into contact with or understand it."

After he finished speaking, the red light in the operating room went out.

In an instant, Corey and Teach, who had been waiting, both stood up. Corey went over first, but the doctor stopped him from showing concern: "The patient's life force is very weak right now, and he can't withstand the slightest bit of excessive touching."

When Teach saw March on the medical bed, his mind went blank. He finally understood the torture and torment March had endured at the hands of the Auror wizards.

Those empty eyes pierced his heart, his son's, deeply.

Teach Carl was seen clutching his chest, slumped against the wall, breathing heavily and trembling. He was in great pain, his heart aching terribly.

In the private hospital room, Corey Bab sat blankly beside the bed of the vegetative patient, March. After a long while, he smiled at the unresponsive March and said, "This is the first time, the first time I've dared to look at you so closely."

"Although you have rejected my confession hundreds of times, in my heart, you are already my wife."

"Isn't it shameless of me to think like this? If you could still move, you would definitely kick me and yell at me to get as far away as possible..."

"So... get up, get out of bed and refuse me again~".

As he spoke, Corey Bab was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Tichy, who was standing outside the ward without going in, looked at Corey and realized just how deep his love for Machi truly was.

Giving Corey the time, Teach took out his magic book outside the door, searching for magic tricks that could heal the mind and soul, but found none.

The soul is unsolvable, mysterious and unknown; magic cannot heal or create the soul.

Teach Carl was unwilling to accept the reality that there was no cure. He flipped through the magic book several times from beginning to end, but still found nothing. In despair, he could only clutch the book tightly, heartbroken.

Suddenly, something occurred to him: [If magic doesn't work, then what about 'magic'?]

[The omnipotent wish-granting machine, the 'Holy Grail'?]

Teach had considered the magic in this world, like in Harry Potter, but such magical power was unfounded and theoretical; it was idealistic magic.

Even the magic of wish fulfillment cannot reach the depths of the soul. If it could, then the three unforgivable curses would no longer be magic without an unbreakable curse.

In Teach's mind, the soul is the realm of God.