HP: The Boy who saw Magic

The morning sun shone through the blue glass windows of Ravenclaw Tower, and Kevin was already dressed.

"Going out so early? I remember you don't have classes this morning?" Fabian poked his head out from under the quilt, rubbing his eyes, his face still heavy with sleep.

"I'm going to find Professor Victor and report yesterday's results." Kevin took the bag containing the iron block, thought for a moment, and stuffed the Detailed Explanation and Application of the Illumination Spell and Introduction to Silent Spells that Professor Flitwick had given him into his bag, planning to practice silent casting at the Eagle's Nest after reporting to the professor.

The Ravenclaw common room was empty, and the blue curtains fluttered gently in the morning breeze. Kevin walked through the silent corridor and arrived at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. He took a deep breath and knocked gently, but there was no response.

"Strange…" Kevin frowned and knocked a few more times, but still received no answer.

With a little disappointment, Kevin turned and headed for the fifth floor, making his way to the Eagle's Nest.

Inside the quiet classroom, Kevin pulled out his wand and tried once more to cast a spell silently. He concentrated, imagining the feeling of magic flowing from the tip of his wand, but as before, the magic was interrupted halfway.

"Lumos!" He finally recited the spell aloud. The magic power flowed smoothly, and a warm light immediately lit up at the tip of the wand. Kevin sighed, his gray-blue eyes staring dazedly at the glow.

"Maybe I should change my approach…" He muttered to himself, taking out the two books from his bag. He carefully read through Introduction to Silent Spells, absorbing the description of the silent casting process.

Then Kevin stood up, holding his wand horizontally in front of his chest. According to the book, the first step was to "recite the spell silently"—not just without making a sound, but also carefully feeling the flow of magic. Kevin closed his eyes, his lips trembling slightly as he mentally articulated every syllable of "Lumos."

On the first try, the wand didn't move at all.

The second time, a faint spark flashed at the tip.

The third time, a flicker of light like a firefly appeared and vanished in an instant.

Kevin wasn't discouraged, but smiled. He stretched his stiff shoulders and began to adjust his breathing. The key points from the book echoed in his mind: "Magic is like breathing—don't rush, let it flow naturally…"

On the fifth attempt, something changed. As he silently chanted the second syllable, he felt a warm current flow from his chest to his arm. A steady light appeared at the tip of the wand—only a third as bright as usual, but lasting a full ten seconds before fading.

"Success!" Kevin couldn't help but softly cheer, his voice echoing faintly in the empty classroom. He immediately opened his notebook and used shorthand symbols to record the flow of magic and his breathing rhythm.

The sun climbed higher, casting a golden gauze over the classroom. Kevin became completely absorbed in his practice. After each failure, he stopped to analyze the reason. Gradually, he stopped silently mouthing the spell and reduced his casting movements. Every tiny advance was recorded in detail.

At noon, when Wesley pushed open the door, he saw Kevin standing in the center of the classroom, eyes closed, wand held horizontally, the tip glowing with a soft, steady light—no spell spoken.

"Merlin's beard!" Wesley exclaimed, nearly dropping what he was holding. "Did you do it?"

The light went out. Kevin opened his eyes, a tired but satisfied smile on his face. "It lasted for half a minute… I've mastered the silent casting of the Illumination Spell."

"That's so cool!" Wesley rushed over, his reddish-brown curls bouncing with excitement. "How did you do that?"

Kevin wiped sweat from his forehead and pointed to the open book. "The key is control. I was impatient before, trying to cast silently right away. I still need to take it step by step. Ordinary spells 'push' magic out, but silent spells require magic to 'flow' out…" He paused, a gleam of inspiration in his gray-blue eyes. "It's like kicking a football. You don't think about the angle or strength—your body just knows what to do."

Wesley blinked. "So silent spells are like… magical muscle memory?"

"Exactly!" Kevin nodded. "We need to make spellcasting instinctive."

The two were so engrossed in their discussion that they didn't notice the classroom door opening again. Fabian and Ernesto entered, the former carrying a stack of books and the latter an exquisite planetarium.

"I heard you were still practicing silent spells? How's it going?" Fabian pushed his glasses up, his face full of curiosity.

Ernesto said nothing, but his gray eyes betrayed his interest. He set down the planetarium and leaned elegantly over the table. "Show me?"

Under the gaze of his three roommates, Kevin raised his wand again. This time, he kept his eyes open, his breathing steady, and the tip of the wand glowed with a steady light, lasting even longer than before.

"Still not perfect." Kevin shook his head. "There's still a magic backlash when it's interrupted…"

"It's already amazing," Fabian said sincerely. "The Encyclopedia of Spells says it takes the average wizard three months to master even the most basic silent spells."

"Now that that's settled, let's go eat! We came to make sure you hadn't forgotten about lunch." Wesley nudged Kevin.

The group headed for the Great Hall. On the way, Ernesto suddenly asked, "By the way, didn't you go to Professor Victor this morning to report your experiment? How did it go?"

"I went, but he wasn't in his office," Kevin replied, shaking his head.

"Where did you get those books?" Fabian pointed at Kevin's bag. "The library?"

"Professor Flitwick gave them to me," Kevin explained. "I was practicing silent spells in class before and failed. The professor noticed and thought I should understand the nature of the spell first."

"Typical Ravenclaw advice," Ernesto chuckled. "A Slytherin would tell you to just practice a hundred more times."

"What about Gryffindor?"

"Practice while jumping off a cliff?" Ernesto made a rare joke, and the four of them laughed.

As they descended the spiral staircase, Kevin's bag slipped from his pocket. Instinctively, he reached out—without speaking, just thinking—and the bag paused in mid-air, then slowly floated back into his hand.

This unexpected success left the four boys stunned. After a moment of silence, Wesley burst into cheers: "Silent Levitation Spell! You actually learned it without a teacher!"

"Not quite," Kevin admitted, trying again. This time, the bag only floated slightly before stopping.

But in that moment, he felt he had touched the deepest rhythm of magic—a wonderful resonance that needed no words.

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