"If this happened during surgery, it would count as a catastrophic medical accident…"
Sean stared blankly at the shattered skull in front of him.
Over the past several days, he had researched countless books before finally creating this experimental spell combination.
The concept itself was actually simple.
Use softening magic together with Transfiguration to reshape human bones directly.
In other words—
Magical plastic surgery.
And Sean knew perfectly well how valuable this would become in the wizarding world.
In a society obsessed with bloodlines, noble appearance, and family image, cosmetic magic would become absurdly profitable.
Unfortunately—
Sean still couldn't overcome the biggest technical problem.
Human bones weren't isolated structures.
They connected together through countless joints.
At Sean's current level, he could only reshape individual bones.
But once a bone changed shape, the connected joints immediately became unstable.
Sometimes the entire structure collapsed outright.
The best result Sean had achieved so far was a perfectly reconstructed jawline.
But afterward—
The jaw literally couldn't move.
Because the reshaped joints no longer aligned correctly.
Which meant the test subject would permanently lose the ability to speak or chew.
Sean sighed deeply.
"The spell itself isn't wrong."
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"The issue is still experience."
He needed complete understanding of how every bone affected the surrounding structure.
And that kind of knowledge could only come through endless experimentation.
There were no shortcuts.
Around Sean lay dozens of ruined skeletons.
Some had shattered cheekbones.
Others had collapsed jaws or fragmented skulls.
After another four hours passed—
A complete skull finally formed successfully in front of him.
Perfect jawline.
Sharp brow structure.
Elegant proportions.
Even without skin, the face already looked handsome.
Sean's eyes instantly lit up.
"It worked."
He clenched his fists tightly.
At that exact moment—
"Sean?"
Hermione's voice suddenly echoed nearby.
Sean immediately waved his wand.
All the skeletons around him vanished instantly.
"Just doing some experiments."
Then Sean finally noticed something important.
Hermione's hair had returned to normal.
"You cleared the first level?"
Hermione proudly nodded.
Before she could answer, Charlie excitedly stepped forward.
"We did it, Prefect!"
His face looked incredibly proud.
Then Charlie coughed awkwardly.
"So… about the reward?"
Sean stared at Charlie silently for several seconds.
Internally, Sean felt slightly guilty.
Because the so-called "reward" originally existed mainly to give Sean proper plastic surgery test subjects.
Still—
Sean quickly smiled brightly.
"Tomorrow, everyone who cleared the level goes to Diagon Alley to receive rewards."
Then Sean glanced toward Hermione.
"Hermione, you don't need to come."
Hermione blinked.
"I'll prepare your reward separately."
After all, Hermione didn't need cosmetic adjustments at all.
And Sean still hadn't figured out what to give her yet.
Suddenly, Malfoy looked devastated.
"Boss!"
He nearly collapsed.
"I'm only a first-year!"
His expression became pitiful.
"I can't visit Hogsmeade!"
Only then did Sean remember something important.
Malfoy also didn't need plastic surgery.
The Malfoy family possessed some of the best looks among pure-blood families already.
Even Lucius Malfoy himself looked annoyingly handsome.
"Then your reward is cancelled."
Sean waved dismissively.
"Go call Marcus. It's time for Quidditch training."
Malfoy instantly hugged Sean's leg dramatically.
"Boss!"
His voice sounded deeply wronged.
"I worked so hard clearing the level!"
"You promised rewards!"
Even Hermione couldn't stop laughing watching Malfoy shamelessly acting spoiled on the ground.
Sean rubbed his forehead helplessly.
"Fine, fine."
Then he sighed.
"I'll owe you your reward for now."
Malfoy immediately revived completely.
"Boss is the greatest!"
Then he excitedly sprinted off to find Marcus Flint.
.....
Soon afterward, Marcus arrived together with the entire Slytherin Quidditch team.
"Prefect…"
Marcus scratched his head awkwardly.
"There's no Quidditch pitch here."
Sean glanced toward the empty wasteland calmly.
Then he lightly waved his wand.
Boom.
The ground suddenly shook violently.
A massive Quidditch stadium slowly rose from the earth itself.
At the exact same moment—
Seven figures appeared floating high above the pitch.
The moment Marcus recognised them, his eyes nearly exploded from shock.
"T-That's the Chudley Cannons?!"
Every Slytherin player froze instantly.
Even Sean had learned the rules of this challenge only recently from the system.
The Quidditch arena itself functioned as another progression level.
As long as Marcus and the team cleared stages successfully, Sean would receive rewards too.
And the first opponent—
Was the Chudley Cannons.
Sean calmly explained:
"They aren't real people."
Then he pointed toward the floating players.
"But their tactics, reflexes, and skills are completely replicated."
The Quidditch team members instantly looked even more horrified.
Sean continued casually:
"You don't need to panic."
"This is just another training challenge."
Then he added:
"The final opponent eventually becomes the Irish National Team."
Marcus immediately collapsed onto the ground.
"Prefect…"
His face looked pale.
"Do you realise even the Chudley Cannons are still a professional national team?!"
Another player nearly screamed:
"That's not a school team!"
Sean spent nearly ten full minutes convincing them the challenge system wouldn't literally murder them.
Eventually, Marcus finally climbed back to his feet.
After a long silence, he suddenly spoke carefully:
"Prefect…"
His expression became complicated.
"Our original Seeker, Terence Higgs…"
Marcus hesitated slightly.
"The Higgs family controls most of the sporting equipment business in the wizarding world."
Then Marcus lowered his voice.
"They're extremely influential."
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