Rubik’s Cube of Heavens

"Professor, can I ask you a question?"

Dumbledore's Thought Body stood beside Coven and Professor Flitwick, quietly watching this part of Flitwick's memory. As the memory picture developed, Dumbledore's eyes lit up several times.

Until the memory picture was finished, Dumbledore stood in place and pondered for a moment. Then he waved his hand as if time was rewinding, and the memory picture returned to the beginning.

Once again, the memory screen began to 'play'. This time, Dumbledore no longer paid attention to the contents of the conversation between Coven and Professor Flitwick. Instead, he focused his attention on Coven and carefully observed his every move.

After the memory was played again, Dumbledore stood for a long time before suddenly letting out a chuckle. Then his Thought Body instantly flew into the sky.

"Phew..."

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

"How is it, Albus?" Professor Flitwick immediately asked, "Do you have any ideas? About Little Coven's training."

"Let's wait a little longer. Let's wait a little longer, Filius." Headmaster Dumbledore deliberated and said, "I will inform Minerva. Next, you two will observe the child for a while."

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

"It's the opposite, Filius." Dumbledore explained, "This is just the beginning of school. We have to let the child adapt to his study life first and make more friends. Although the child is indeed as talented as you think, Filius, I think you have ignored his current age?"

"This..." Professor Flitwick had a look of realization on his face. He quickly raised his hand and slapped his forehead. "I'm sorry, Albus. I really did ignore this. I didn't even consider the child's age at all."

"I know." Dumbledore smiled and said, "If I were in your place, I might be like you now. I will only remember his talent and ignore other factors."

"Alright then." Professor Flitwick felt a bit of regret. "Then let little Coven live a normal life for a period of time in Hogwarts. But I believe that little Coven's curiosity will not let him live a dull life for long!"

"I believe in your judgment, Filius." Dumbledore walked back to his desk and said with a smile, "Let us look forward to it together."

"Oh, right." Dumbledore smiled and reminded Professor Flitwick, "According to my observation, the child probably has some interest in 'Silent Magic' in the afternoon. So I suggest that if you have time in the next two days, you can teach the child again."

"Of course!" Professor Flitwick immediately perked up when he heard the good news.

...

Gryffindor dormitory.

After Coven returned to his room, he did not immediately look at the book he had borrowed from the library. Instead, he threw the book on the bed and took out his wand. Gently turning his wand between his fingers, Coven recalled the feeling he felt when he cast the 'Silent Spell' in the afternoon.

When casting spells, Coven felt that he could easily control the magic effect through the 'bridge' of the wand. But when he released the 'Silent Spell' in the afternoon, the spell did successfully trigger the magic effect at the beginning, but after a moment of distraction, the magic effect was broken.

Although he didn't react at that time, after a simple summary of his failed experience, Coven had already found out where he was lacking.

"Concentrate..." Coven stopped the movements of his wand and chuckled, "In terms of concentration and calm breath, I'm professional..."

After saying that, Coven looked at the book on the bed. He focused his attention and pointed the wand in his hand at the book. At the same time, a part of his mind was fantasizing about the effect of the spell.

The next moment, the book on the bed slowly floated up…

"I see." Coven used his wand to command the book to float around in the air. At the same time, he smiled with satisfaction. "Three main points, huh... keep your focus and recite the correct incantation. Also, in your mind, you need to have a strong will towards the 'magic effect'..."

"It's quite easy." Coven said and interrupted the effect of the spell.

After two more experiments, he successfully made the book float. Then, Coven tilted his head slightly, and an idea appeared in his mind. He looked down at the wand in his hand, then put the wand away and looked at the book on the bed again. He calmed down and chanted the spell in his mind. At the same time, he kept fantasizing about the magic effect.

Under Coven's gaze, the book on the bed suddenly bounced, but in the end, it did not successfully float up. Instead, there was no movement.

"Can't I..." Coven scratched the back of his head, stared at the book, and muttered, "Silent casting was a success, but what is the key to casting without a staff?"

As he was thinking hard, the door was suddenly opened. Two roommates rushed in and completely interrupted Coven's thoughts.

"Hey, Coven, what are you standing there for?" The freckled boy, Celter, asked curiously as he walked to his bed.

"Nothing." Coven sighed helplessly in his heart. He smiled perfunctorily and said, "I am thinking about what to do next."

"Speaking of which..." Coven continued, "Weren't you chatting with your classmates down there? Why are you back?"

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

"Uh..." Coven was speechless. He thought to himself, "The 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..."

"Coven, have you finished your magic history homework?" Celter had already found the homework and turned to ask, "Do you want to go down and do it with us?"

"Yes, Coven." Dana also said, "The five roommates next to us will also do homework with us later. Will you go? If we do it together, we can discuss it with each other."

"No, no, no." Coven waved his hand and shook his head. "I'm done already. You guys can do it."

"Oh, okay," Dana responded. He grabbed the workbook. Then the two of them rushed downstairs.

Coven watched their backs disappear and sighed helplessly. He took out his wand and pointed at the door of the dormitory.

With a bang, the door quickly closed.

"Ah, it seems that I still need a place where no one will disturb me to practice magic," Coven said as he walked to the bed.

After taking off his robe, Coven took off his shoes and went to bed. After lighting up the kerosene lamp on the bedside table, he leaned against the bed and looked at the book he had just used to practice magic spells...