Rubik’s Cube of Heavens

"Professor, may I ask you a question?"

Dumbledore's missing body stood beside Cowen and Professor Flitwick, quietly watching this Flitwick memory.

As the memory picture developed, Dumbledore's eyes lit up several times.

Until the "playing" of the memory picture was finished, Dumbledore stood there and pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, as if going back in time, and the memory picture returned to the original time.

Start 'playing' the memory screen again. This time, Dumbledore no longer pays attention to the chat between Kewen and Professor Flitwick, but focuses on Kewen and carefully observes Kewen. every move.

After the memory was played again, Dumbledore stood for a long time, and then suddenly let out a chuckle, and then the missing body instantly flew into the sky.

"call……"

In front of the washstand, Dumbledore suddenly took a deep breath, and his overlooked figure stood up again.

"How is it? Albus?" Professor Flitwick asked immediately after seeing this: "Do you have any ideas? About the cultivation of Little Kewen."

"Wait, wait, Filius." Principal Dumbledore said after deliberation, "I will inform Minerva, and then, the two of you will observe the child for a while."

"Why?" Professor Flitwick was puzzled. "Why are you still observing? Isn't this a waste of time?"

"On the contrary, Filius." Dumbledore explained: "School has just started, we have to let the child get used to the study life first, and then make a few more friends. Although the child is indeed as talented as you say , but Filius, I think you are ignoring his current age?"

"This..." Professor Flitwick's face appeared suddenly enlightened, and he quickly raised his hand and patted his forehead: "I'm sorry Albus, I did ignore this, that child's talent made me not think about it at all. other."

"I know." Dumbledore smiled: "If you and I exchanged, I may be like you now, only remembering his talent and ignoring other factors."

"Okay then." Professor Flitwick regretted that he couldn't get what he wanted, and said: "Then let Xiao Kewen live a normal college life for a while, but I believe that Xiao Kewen's desire for knowledge will not let Xiao Kewen live. How long has he been quiet!"

"I trust your judgment very much, Filius." Dumbledore walked back to his desk and said with a smile, "Let's look forward to it together."

"Oh, yes." Dumbledore reminded Professor Flitwick with a smile again: "In my observation, the child probably has some experience with 'silent casting' in the afternoon. So I suggest that you two If there is time, I can teach that child again."

"Of course!" When Professor Flitwick heard the good news, he immediately came to his senses.

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Gryffindor bedroom.

After Kewen returned to the room, he did not immediately look at the books he had borrowed from the library, but put the books on the bed first, and then took out his wand.

Gently twirling his wand between his fingers, Cowan recalled how he felt when he cast 'Silent Casting' in the afternoon.

When he usually released the magic spell, Kewen felt that through the "bridge" of the magic wand, he could control the magic effect very easily.

But when the 'Silent Spell' was released in the afternoon, the spell did successfully trigger the magical effect at first, but then a distraction cut off the magical effect.

Although he didn't react at the time, after that, Kewen simply summed up his failure experience and found out where the shortcomings were.

"Concentrate..." Kewen stopped twirling his wand and said with a chuckle, "If you want to focus on calmness, this is my specialty..."

When the words fell, Kewen looked at the book he put on the bed.

Under his concentration, he pointed his wand to the book, and recited the incantation in his heart.

At the same time, part of the mind fantasized about the effect of the magic spell.

The next moment, the books on the bed slowly floated up.

"So it is." Kewen used his wand to direct the books to float left and right in the air, and at the same time chuckled with satisfaction: "The three points... stay focused, recite the correct incantation, and in your mind, you must have the right magic effect. ' strong thoughts..."

"It's easy." Kewen said, interrupting the effect of the spell.

After experimenting twice with the 'Standless Spellcasting', both successfully made the book float, and then Kewen tilted his head slightly, and an idea appeared in his mind.

Looking down at the wand in his hand, Kewen put the wand away and looked at the book on the bed again.

Concentrated, he recited the incantation silently in his mind, and at the same time, he kept imagining the magical effect again.

Under Kewen's gaze, the book on the bed suddenly bounced, but in the end it didn't float successfully, instead it stopped moving.

"Can't you..." Kewen scratched the back of his head, stared at the book and murmured, "The silent spellcasting was successful, but what's the point of the wandless spellcasting?"

While thinking hard, the door was suddenly opened, and two roommates rushed in, completely interrupting Kewen's train of thought.

"Hey Kewen, what are you doing standing there?" the freckled boy Selt asked curiously as he walked towards his bed.

"It's nothing." Kewen sighed helplessly in his heart, and smiled perfunctorily: "I'm thinking about what to do next."

"Speaking of..." Kewen continued: "Aren't you chatting with your classmates below? Why are you back?"

"Because we remembered." The thin boy Dana said with a bitter face, "We haven't done our homework yet."

"Uh..." Kewen was speechless, thinking to himself that the get out of class ended at three o'clock in the afternoon. How long has it been since then? What have you been doing for such a long time...

"Kewen, have you finished your homework on the history of magic?" Selt had found the workbook, turned around and asked, "Would you like to go down and write with us?"

"That's right, Kewen." Dana said the same: "There are five of them in the next dormitory. They will also do homework with us later. Would you like to go? If you write together, you can discuss with each other."

"No, no, no." Kewen waved his hand and shook his head: "I'm done, you can go and write."

"Oh, okay." Dana responded, grabbed the workbook, and greeted Kewen with Selt, and the two hurried out of the dormitory.

Kewen watched their backs disappear, and then he sighed helplessly, took out his wand, and pointed silently to the bedroom door.

With a snap, the door closed quickly.

"Hey, it looks like I still need a place where no one disturbs me to practice magic," Cowan said, walking towards the bed.

Taking off his robe, Kewen took off his shoes and went to bed. After turning on the kerosene lamp on the bedside table, he leaned against the bedside and looked at the book he had just used to practice the spell...