To Yulia, this was no ordinary book—it held secrets lio Travers and the Malfoy family, secrets that could destroy reputations and provoke iigations from the Ministry of Magic. If Alex uncovered even a fra of its tents, it would be a catastrophe. But to Alex, it was just another puzzle waiting to be solved, and puzzles were his specialty.

  He picked up the book and began studying the intricate ruched across its surface. Occasionally, he tapped it lightly with a small hammer, muttering to himself. “Iing… a multi-yered spell structure. Each yer funs as a separate unit, yet they work together seamlessly to form a plete magical system.”

  Yulia could only wat disbelief as Alex pieced together the secrets of the magic book. His focus was unnerving, his eyes dartiween the book and his part, where he scribbled a rapid pace.

  “This system is brilliant,” Alex murmured, almost to himself. “Instead of cramming all the funs into o of runes, each yer of spells handles a specific role. Prote, rec, activation, cealment, energy ste, blnition, and coordination. The yers interlock perfectly, creating a self-sustaining system with minimal energy loss. No wonder I couldn’t detey magical fluctuations—it recycles its own energy!”

  Yulia watched him with growing irritation. He had been at this for ten hours straight, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. Still, a smug satisfa lingered in her mind. She was fident in her family treasure—it was iructible, impossible to replicate. Yet, the sight of Alex, battered and exhausted but uing, pnted an uneasy seed of doubt.

  Finally, Alex stood up, his red-rimmed eyes gleaming with triumph. “Phew! That was close,” he muttered, cheg his pocket watch. “Good thing the Felicity Elixir worked its magic. I wouldn’t have made it otherwise.”

  He turo Yulia, smirking. “The book has seven yers of runes, each responsible for a different fun: prote, rec, activation, cealment, energy ste, blnition, and coordination. The coordination rune is the heart of the entire system. Without uanding that, anyone would be stuck trying to u.”

  Yulia’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing. “But now es the tricky part,” Alex tinued, rubbing his . “Copying it. The material is critical. The book itself isn’t ordinary leather—it’s soft yet incredibly durable. Without the right material, replig the runes would be impossible.”

  The leather-bound magic book in Alex's hands eculiar artifact. Its 150 pages were thid sturdy, yet only 67 of them were inscribed with spells; the rest were bnk. Despite being only slightly over half full, the book was thicker than an average one of its page t, a testament to the heft ay of the leather part.

  From his interspatial bag, he retrieved a three-quarter-pound Mithril dlestick, a two-ounce Ulim steel bracelet, and a pound of Agrippa alloy. He levitated them with precision, using a fme spell to begiing them. The process was draining, and he paused to drink two bottles of tonic to replenish his stamina and magic reserves.

  Meanwhile, Yulia watched Alex perform alchemy. Her surprise quickly turo awe as the intricate process unfolded before her eyes. Alex worked with the skill of a seasoned craftsman. His familiarity with handlials shohrough; most of his alchemical tools and gadgets were made of simir materials. Using spells to guide his movements, he maniputed the molteal with a fluidity that was almost hypnotic. Every motion recise, as effit and elegant as a fiuned industrial mae.

  He melted the Mithril and Agrippa alloy together using his Ignis spell a aside part of the Ulim steel for ter. With careful Transfiguration, he shaped the Mithril and alloy mix into thi-carat metal sheets. He then yered three sheets together in a 1:2 ratio, letting the residual heat bond them naturally. Guiding the process with his magic, he fed a sial pte, each precisely one millimeter thick.

  This was only the beginning. Alex repeated the operation 70 times, creating all the pages he needed. He thehe leftover Mithril and Ulim steel to fashion a metallic cover with a reinforced spine, plete with a row of half-ring buckles. This spine allowed the otherwise rigid metal pages to rotate freely when ied into the rings.

  The unique design addressed the biggest challenge of usial pages: they couldn’t be bent or folded like traditional part. By drilling small holes into each page and attag them to the spine’s rings, Alex created a modur system where additional pages could be added seamlessly.

  The spine also o coordihe runes inscribed on each page. Alex meticulously designed a magic el at each joint to minimize power loss. While this design caused minical energy fluctuations due to the less stable es, it was funal and effit for now. "This will do for now. I’ll improve it ter," he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.

  The process took him nearly an hour, during which his magitrol ushed to its limits. His head throbbed with exhaustion, but he pressed o came the bor-inteask of inscribing runes. Alex downed another energy potion to maintain focus.

  Rune engraving ainstaking process, requiring both precision and patience. While Alex had grown profit in enting, the sheer number of inscriptions made it a daunting task. Over the hree hours, he carved coordinating runes onto the spine, yered spells for prote and cealment onto the covers, ached rec, activation, and energy-ste runes onto each of the 70 pages.

  By the time he finished, nearly 20 hours had passed since Alex had ehe library. His hands ached from the repetitive motion, but as he stretched his stiff fingers, a pale smile spread across his face. The finished product was worth the effort.

  Yulia, who had been watg silently the eime, was utterly dumbfounded. She stared at the gleaming silver tome in disbelief. The "magic book" Alex had created looked more like an oversized brick of polished metal. Its dimensions were parable to an A4 sheet of paper, but it was an intimidating 10 timeters thick. "If someo someoh this thing, they’d crack their skull open," she muttered, swallowing nervously.

  The pleted magic book radiated a powerful magical aura, far more intehan the inal leather-bound version. Waves of energy pulsed outward from its surface. This wasn’t ideal, but Alex had expected it. "It’s just a replica. I was going for practicality, not perfe. I’ll just have to recharge it regurly to pensate for the energy leaks," he reasoned.

  There was still one final step to stabilize the artifact. Alex pulled out the another Hammer from his bag. Switg to the Strengthened hammerhead, he struck the metallic spine of the book with a resounding g.

  The hammer’s entments worked instantly. The runes engraved on the book’s surface fused more seamlessly with the materials, tightening the magical els and redug energy leakage. The aura became more subdued, no longer radiating untrolled bursts of power.

  With the structural enhas plete, Alex began the painstaking process of transferring the tents of the inal book to his new creation. He carefully copied every spell and record, ensuring not a siail was lost.

  But just as he was getting into a rhythm, Yulia, who had been quietly , suddenly sprang into a. Her expression was a mix of panid determination. "Wait! Stht there!" she excimed, rushing toward Alex. "It’s ohing to replicate the spells, but you ’t take those records! They’re the result of years of my family’s research. How dare you—"