Chapter 677: This Road of Magic

"We sometimes say that the eyes are the windows of the soul, so when observing the world, we always think of observing with the eyes." Dumbledore took Anton to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and looked at the distant place with a smile. A piece of emerald green.

"But in fact, this is extremely one-sided. This is what I told you before. The magical world you see with magical eyes is only one side of it."

"The world you see is only determined by what you can see."

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Anton, "But you can imagine that you are already blind and can only observe the world with your sense of hearing. You can even block your sense of hearing, explore the world with your sense of taste, and even explore with your sense of touch. world……"

"Really, use your heart to feel the mysteries of the magical world."

"Although I dare not say that the magical world touched in this way is the most authentic appearance, but this kind of observation is closer to the reality of magic."

Anton's expression was a bit weird, "Touching the magical world with your heart sounds amazing, but how do you actually do it?"

Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, "I can't tell you the answer, you are already walking on a different magic path from mine, if you walk directly on my magic path, it would be the most stupid way."

"But I can share with you an interesting little trick, which is different from the five senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch."

"It can bring you closer to the magic."

Dumbledore broke off a branch at random, broke off the leaves and forks on it, and handed it to Anton.

"Think of it as a wand and cast a spell."

Anton raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at the hawthorn hanging on the treetop. The branches of this wild hawthorn tree are also one of the commonly used wand materials. His roommate Draco's wand is made of hawthorn wood.

"Flocks of birds!"

He specifically chose a spell that he couldn't cast without a wand, but no matter how standard the spell was recited, or how precise the casting gesture was, there was no way to release the magic.

Before the magic riot, the little wizard could indeed cast some spells without a wand. This ability disappeared after the magic riot. As Professor Voldemort said when he taught Anton the basics, the magic was tamed by the wizard.

Tamed, but not thorough.

If it is completely tamed, wizards can still use those magical abilities, such as allowing themselves to fly to the roof, disappearing glass or doors, and so on.

But it's limited to these simple spellcastings, so don't expect it to be so complicated as the high-end transfiguration technique that's only taught in the sixth grade.

"Can't release it."

This has long been expected.

Dumbledore waved his hand, "Use the simplest spell, such as the Illumination Charm, which has very low requirements. Even if hawthorn wood is not made into a wand, it is a good medium for casting spells. Try it."

All right.

It's hard.

After all, Anton was already able to cast the Illumination Curse without a wand, so he had to control himself to deliberately use the 'magic wand' in front of him to cast spells.

"Fluorescent flickering!"

A light shines on the tip of the hawthorn wood, not very bright, it looks like a small light bulb that is dying.

"Very good, hold on!" Dumbledore said with a smile, opening and closing his hands, "Try to adjust its brightness, I know it's difficult, but try to make it less bright, and then try to make it brighter." It gets brighter."

"While controlling the effect of the magic spell, feel the surging magic power, feel them!"

Anton has never tried to touch the world of magic in this way.

Perhaps, this way is a more normal way in the wizarding world-to feel the process of using a wand to cast a spell.

Dumbledore watched Anton try again and again with great interest, waited for a long time, and asked with some expectation, "What did you feel?"

The lighting spell went dark, and Anton rubbed the branch that was as long as a magic wand in his hand, speechless in a daze.

"It's a strange feeling, I can't describe it."

"Hahaha……"

Dumbledore smiled happily, "It's hard to say, magic power is the power of the mind, not a kind of energy. We change the world by the mind, not by some kind of energy. This is the wizard's magic and The biggest difference in Muggle technology."

"Since it is not energy, there is no concept of magnitude."

He waved his arm, clenched his old fist, "In the eyes of Muggles, strength means that I can lift fifty catties of wheat. After exercise, I can lift one hundred catties of wheat."

"but!"

Dumbledore said with a smile, "The power of the mind, it can be infinitely large or infinitely small!"

"It's both ubiquitous and seemingly non-existent."

"You have explained to me your thoughts on the Animagus, and that the heart is the source and key of a wizard's blood. I think this is a great discovery."

"But I'm worried that you'll think the magic comes from your heart, and oh, it doesn't come from your head either."

"It emerges from our soul, our heart. It is the thoughts that come out of us, and it is also the action and sound we make to the outside world."

"Look, emotions, spells, spellcasting gestures, that's how it actually came about."

"Think of your dissertation on the influence of collective consciousness on the underworld of magic."

"So, what about individual consciousness? As a single individual, our thoughts, words, and actions are also changing the world all the time."

"This kind of mind affects the world, and even consciously controls the size of the influence, which is the relationship between magic power and magic."

"And these, the magic of the heart that originates from the heart, or it is called the magic of the heart..."

"It's also my understanding of Transfiguration."

"Actually, these words are all written in my book "The World of Albus' Transfiguration". Unfortunately, you followed the list I gave you to study, but you didn't find anything, and it seems that you can't open that book. .”

Anton shrugged, "I really can't understand why you asked me to read those books when I asked you about transfiguration, and there are even outrageous things like "The Magic Color of Symphony". But it's true now Clear."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, raised his hands, and put on a posture of playing the piano, his fingers covered with strange rings shook slightly, "I met a master of magic when I was young, and he never used a wand , but using musical instruments as the medium of casting spells, and his piano music has extremely beautiful magic power."

"And it's amazing to find that the magic effect of his piano music is stronger when the audience is larger."

"This experience made me think about changes in the influence of the mind on the world."

"However, the wand is the best choice."

"This is the experience summed up by countless wizards for thousands of years."

Dumbledore pointed to the branch in Anton's hand, "The most important thing for us is not to learn the manufacturing process of wands and broomsticks, but to learn about the deeper magic world through this."

"I think you can try to use this hawthorn tree to feel the wonderful transformation process between the mind, the magical plant, and the world when casting spells."

"Try, use your heart, and directly touch the magic."

"Because you have to know that the so-called magic power is the power of the mind itself."

Dumbledore was talking about this, his eyes were full of starlight, he was dancing, and his whole body was filled with the joy of exploring magic.

Perhaps, Lao Deng has rarely met people who can understand his magic theory.

When the magic path reaches a certain point, each individual is shining brightly, and each individual is destined to be lonely.

Today's lesson is not over.

The old and the young walked along the forest path deep in the Forbidden Forest, the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, Dumbledore spoke eloquently, and Anton was dazzled by what he heard.

This magical path really makes people feel that it couldn't be more beautiful.