
Barbara becomes suspicious of the true purpose of the Rising Tide organization, and she wants to properly investigate this mysterious hacker organization.
“Maybe, I could try to get into it first.”
Thinking of this, Barbara sent an email to the virtual email address displayed after the voice of the man who was in sending the last invitation, indicating her intention to join Rising Tide.
As well as some brief personal information, which is requested by the Rising Tide organization.
And of course, all personal information is falsified.
Even if the Rising Tide organization were to conduct an investigation into Barbara's identity, they would only find that the person Barbara forged was real.
He also claims to have the best hacking skills in Pennsylvania, hoping to be taken seriously by the organization, rather than starting out as a peripheral cannon fodder.
At this point, Barbara managed to hide her true skills.
In fact, with his skills today, he is a world-class hacker.
Although Barbara rarely used this hacking technique, at least she was the daughter of a policeman, she was still more worthy of breaking the law.
It didn't take long for Rising Tide to reply.
“Honored Mona Guenscheid, we are happy to welcome you to join us. According to what you say, you are pretty confident with your Hacking skills, which is really great. We definitely need talents like you.”
“But before you officially join, we need to test you, to make sure that you are not a liar or a spy of another organization. I hope you understand."
“If you agree, please send 'Rising Tide' to this email address... within one month, and we will tell you the next instructions at that time.”.
After receiving a reply, the first thing Barbara did was not read the contents, but immediately browse the IP address of the sender.
No doubt he failed in the end, because the target he was tracking was a computer at an internet cafe somewhere in Cleveland, Ohio.
Barbara was not discouraged, if it was so easy to know the other party, then the Submissive Attachment Organization was too weak.
After all, it was an organization that could steal information from secret government databases, and their power could not be lied to.
"A month later? Interesting…"
The next day, inside the Phantom Kid's stronghold.
Mathison was experimenting with how far she could use the Mending Spell.
He first found the wooden stick and broke it, then extended his hand to the broken stick while reciting the spell in his mouth.
"Fix!"
Only to see a flash of light and the two broken sticks slowly come together!
Mathison stopped chanting the spell and picked up the repaired wooden stick to look at it. He found something was wrong.
This wand became longer and thicker than before…
This…
It seems that mana consumption can also be a bit problematic. Fixing an ordinary wooden stick cost about one percent more than the magic power required.
Mathison.
He cast a spell completely according to the memory transmitted by the system. His theory cannot be problematic. After all, this memory according to the system is a Dumbledore experience.
“Then it should be because mana.”
However, it was indeed easier for people with witch blood to learn magic than ordinary people. Except for a few geniuses who could reach high positions, pure-blooded mages and mixed-blood mages were much better than pure non-blood mages.
Of course, the inheritance of the witch family is an important factor, but Mathison believes that magic may be the most fatal loophole.
Mathison needs a lot of practice to learn Red Magic, for example. Akako Koizumi, who has the blood of a witch, has decent magic powers since she was born. While practicing Red Magic, he often gets double results with half the effort, and he has a natural attraction to the opposite sex.
But Mathison can only rely on meditation to improve her mana, and she has no physique that attracts the opposite sex. At most, he could only improve his own appearance.
In the world of Harry Potter, there was already a significant difference between pure-blooded witch magic and ordinary witches. Mathison's magic naturally leads to widening the gap between her and the witches in the world of Harry Potter.
After all, the main magic of Harry Potter is White Magic and Black Magic, which is a completely different system from Red Magic.
No wonder if the excess magic power occurs when Mathison uses white magic with Red Magic power.
Sure enough, after adjusting his magic output a few times, Mathison found a point where Red Magic and White Magic were optimally converted.
It allowed him to achieve recovery with the same effect with the same amount of mana.
“OCD You are rather serious. 1% of magic power is very negligible. According to your statement, using the Mending Spell with your usual output of red magic magic only caused a loss rate of 7% more than White Magic.”
“Is it true that for formal use, there is no significant difference at all, right?”
Charlie watches as Mathison happily tries new ways of casting spells and can't help but complain.
“Charlie, you're too optimistic. You know, when it really comes to critical times, even a tenth of a thousand mana can affect one's victory or defeat. ”
Mathison said with a serious face.
“Ha, in the end, you lack strength and mana. You must concentrate on making your magic power stronger.”
Charlie looked at Mathison and said with eyes like a dead fish, "And once again, you are a thief and not a superhero, do you really care whether you win or lose?"
For Charlie's unrelenting scolding, Mathison had nothing to reply to.
He could only continue practicing new spells.
This time, he started trying to return a different item.
For example Phantom Kid costumes, poker weapons, and so forth.
This way, time is spent in training as well as occasionally shopping with Barbara.
It's school season!
Mathison has completed two years of study at the University of Gotham.
In her first year, she went to New York University for further study, as an exchange student.
On a passenger ship to New York, Mathison holds Charlie captive and basks on the deck.
Barbara lay beside him.
In the heat of the day, both of them were wearing only their own swimsuits.
Mathison wears sunglasses while her eyes admire the figure of Barbara sculpted in a bikini swimsuit.
Meanwhile, Charlie looked at him with a pair of disdainful dog eyes...