HP: The Boy who saw Magic

The last rays of orange sunset shone through the arched skylight of the library, stretching the shadows of the four teenagers. Kevin rubbed his tired eyes, and the dense notes on the parchment were reflected in his gray-blue pupils. The ink of the quill pen had spread at the edge of the page of The Nature of Magic, forming an abstract ink painting.

"If magic is a kind of life…" Kevin murmured softly, tapping the table with his fingertips.

"Then it must want to be free!" Wesley suddenly raised his head from the pile of books, his reddish-brown curly hair stained with ink. He waved his wand, and a feather pen suddenly flew up and poked his nose. "Ouch! Look, even my wand is not obedient!"

Fabian pushed his glasses up, a thoughtful look on his bronze face. "It is mentioned in the Ancient Philosophy of Magic that the Druids believe that magic longs to be understood, just like seeds long to break through the soil…"

"Too sentimental," Ernesto said, elegantly turning the silver pen in his hand, his gray eyes sweeping across the bookshelf. "The Principles of Alchemy believes that magical energy follows the law of conservation. What it 'wants' is balance and order." His slender fingers tapped the table lightly. "Just like the balance in my father's laboratory."

Kevin's eyes moved between the three roommates. The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the lights in the library automatically lit up, casting a warm halo. Their discussion had lasted from the afternoon until now, and the parchment on the table was already filled with various theories and conjectures.

"It's six fifty!" Fabian suddenly exclaimed, almost knocking over the ink bottle. "Kevin, didn't you make an appointment with Professor Flitwick at seven o'clock?"

The four boys scrambled to gather up their books. Wesley tried to use a levitation charm to help, but ended up having a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them chase Ernesto around the bookshelf, earning a stern look from Madam Pince.

"Let's go to the Great Hall first," Kevin said, stuffing the last piece of parchment into his bag. "After we finish eating, I'll go straight to Professor Flitwick."

When he hurried to the hall, dinner was almost over. Kevin hurriedly swallowed a few bites of beef pie and pumpkin juice, then rushed to the eighth floor of the castle. The portraits on the walls of the corridor pointed at him, and an old witch wearing a nightcap muttered, "Students nowadays have less and less sense of time."

Professor Flitwick's office door was ajar, with warm light pouring out from the crack, accompanied by a gentle harp sound. Kevin straightened his robes, which had been ruffled by the wind, and knocked gently on the oak door.

"Come in, Kevin!" Professor Flitwick's voice came from behind a pile of floating books. "I'm trying to adjust a new musical spell I invented. What do you think of the sound?"

Carefully, Kevin made his way through the floating piles of books. The office felt very crowded. The walls were covered with animated magic charts, and Professor Flitwick stood on a pile of stacked books, the tip of his wand gleaming like a pearl.

"Try this, the kitchen's new blueberry shortbread." The professor waved his wand, and a plate of snacks flew in front of Kevin. "I heard that you discussed Professor Victor's homework in the library all day?"

Kevin nodded and took a bite of the shortbread. The sweet fruity aroma immediately bloomed in his mouth. "Yes, we have many different opinions on the issue of magical will."

"Ah!" Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up, and he landed gently on a specially made low chair. "That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. The question in class today was very Ravenclaw." He winked slyly. "I asked a similar question sixty years ago, and the Charms professor at the time punished me by making me copy the Safe Spells Manual three times."

Kevin's fingers unconsciously stroked his wand. "Professor, I didn't mean to…"

"I know, boy," Professor Flitwick interrupted gently, his eyes twinkling with wisdom. "But it is this kind of thinking that sets great wizards apart. Rowena Ravenclaw herself often said: 'Be eager to learn, be discerning.'"

He waved his hand gently, and an ancient book flew off the shelf and landed in Kevin's lap. The Will of Magic: From Spell to Soul—the spine of the book was broken and it looked like it was hundreds of years old.

"This book can only be borrowed by professors," Professor Flitwick said with a mysterious wink. "Because the issues it discusses are too dangerous."

Kevin carefully opened the title page and saw a sentence written in gold ink:

"Those who understand the nature of magic must bear an equal weight of responsibility. — Rowena Ravenclaw"

The moonlight from the window shone through the colored glass, casting changing shadows on the pages of the book. Kevin suddenly remembered something. "Professor, do you think there is any connection between magic and emotions?"

"Excellent question!" Professor Flitwick clapped his hands excitedly, nearly sliding off his chair. "Let's analyze this with two real-life examples, the Obscurus and Peeves."

He took a crystal bottle from the shelf, and a black mist struggled inside. "This is the stripped Obscurus energy. When wizard children suppress their magical abilities, negative emotions will distort magic. This shows that magic responds to our emotions."

"And Peeves," the professor continued, pointing to an alarm-clock-like device on the wall, "is essentially the embodiment of the collective mood of the castle. He is mischievous and yet he protects the traditions of Hogwarts. How wonderful!"

Kevin's "Eye of Truth" was activated unconsciously. In his vision, the two magical existences took on completely different forms. The Obscurus was a chaotic dark red vortex, while Peeves' energy was a jumping silver-blue light spot, resonating with the ancient magic of the castle.

"So magic does 'feel'?" Kevin asked tentatively.

"To be more precise, it's 'resonance'," Professor Flitwick poured a cup of honey tea, and the teaspoon stirred automatically. "Just like the harmony between a wand and a wizard, magic will resonate with a specific emotional state. But the final decision," he tapped his chest lightly, "is here."

The conversation lasted until late at night. When Kevin was about to leave, Professor Flitwick suddenly slapped his forehead. "Ah! I almost forgot something important!" He took out a piece of parchment from the drawer. "Professor McGonagall has approved your application for the right to use the classroom. This is the permission certificate."

Kevin took the parchment, which was stamped with the official seal of Hogwarts. "Thank you so much, Professor! This will be of great help to our research."

"Put it to good use," Professor Flitwick winked. "When I was young, I also had a secret laboratory where I invented three new spells!"

Leaving Professor Flitwick's office, the castle had already fallen asleep. The moonlight shone through the stained windows in the corridor, casting mottled patterns on the ground. He walked slowly back to Ravenclaw Tower, his mind reverberating with tonight's discussion.

The subtle connection between magic, life, and emotions is like a complex symphony, with infinite possibilities in every note. Perhaps the meeting with Professor Victor next Wednesday will help him further understand this connection. But at the moment, Kevin just wants to digest what he has learned tonight.

Fortunately, the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room was near the office, and Kevin quickly returned to the Ravenclaw common room, avoiding a collision with Filch.

The lounge was empty at this time, and the blue curtains swayed gently in the night breeze. In the dormitory, the three roommates had already fallen asleep.

Kevin quietly changed into his pajamas and got into the four-poster bed. The moonlight outside the window sprinkled on the calm surface of the Black Lake, creating silver ripples. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts for the night gradually settle.

In the trance before falling asleep, he suddenly thought: If magic can really be felt, then at this moment, is it also watching this boy who is trying hard to understand it? With this thought, Kevin fell into a peaceful dream.

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