Wade was silent for a moment, finding the situation quite strange.
Of the entities before him, none had faces except for Mihail. The Rubik's Cube Golem could extend a pair of eyes, but it didn't have other features.
Yet, at this moment, he subtly sensed a feeling of guilt and unease from the Broom, Cloak, and Firebird. They were shifty, seeming afraid to "look him in the eye."
Meanwhile, the Rubik's Cube Golem stood proudly to the side, silently conveying two messages: "I'm not with them" and "I've already scolded them."
Wade rubbed his forehead and asked, "What happened? Did you blow up the Alchemy lab, or break some precious Potions?"
"No, no." The Broom swayed back and forth, saying, "It was all the Cloak's fault. It took Master's stone necklace out to play without permission."
"I only wore it for a second! The Broom tried to hit me, that's why the necklace fell!"
"If you hadn't secretly taken it out, it wouldn't have fallen!"
"If you hadn't shoved me, it wouldn't have fallen either!"
"It fell... but it wasn't even broken, was it? Mihail pecked at it with its beak!"
"Exactly, exactly! Mihail, don't you know how hot your beak is?"
The two Magic Golems simultaneously pointed fingers at the Firebird. Mihail tilted its head, letting out a "coo," looking innocent and adorable.
The Cloak felt a pang of guilt and stammered, "Actually, it wasn't broken then... No, no, the necklace is still fine. The other thing is what broke."
"What was it?" Wade asked, stepping into the storage room. There, he saw the "tragic casualty" of the accident.
A stone.
"I... I wanted to put the necklace back," the Cloak whispered. "But I don't know what happened, I just touched it lightly, and the stone shattered..."
An ordinary stone wouldn't be worth Wade keeping on a shelf. But this was a Christmas gift from Professor Murray—an inscribed stone that the Dream Weavers of the Uagadou School of Magic in Africa would give to students.
Wade was very interested in how the Dream Weavers could deliver this stone to students from a distance. However, the runes on it were in ancient Egyptian, and he hadn't had the time to learn a completely new writing system from scratch, so the stone had been temporarily set aside.
A Rune Stone, which every Uagadou student possessed, wasn't inherently precious. But since it was a gift from Professor Murray, its significance was different.
Seeing Wade remain silent, simply reaching out to collect the shattered stone, the Broom and Cloak nervously huddled together, shifting their positions and nudging each other.
The Rubik's Cube Golem sighed, moving closer. "Actually, you can't entirely blame them... Of course, it's wrong to mess with collectibles, but I think the reason it shattered was a problem with the stone itself."
Wade glanced at the Rubik's Cube Golem.
He had always thought the Rubik's Cube Golem was quite mature and rational, but how could it utter such an unreasonable defense?
It sounded strangely familiar... like a child falling, and their grandmother angrily hitting the ground, scolding, "Bad floor! Bad floor! You hurt my precious baby!"
"I'm not defending them. Look at this spot." The Rubik's Cube Golem pointed to the stand where the Rune Stone had been. "It fell outwards, not inwards."
"Uh..." The Broom swayed, saying, "I didn't move it like that."
"Me neither!" the Cloak quickly added.
Mihail: "Chirp chirp chirp!"
The Rubik's Cube Golem waved a hand. "Don't rush to pass the blame, I'm analyzing!"
It looked at Wade and said, "If the force of the necklace's swing was enough to shatter the Rune Stone, the stand would have fallen inwards, and the fragments would have been scattered inside."
"But now, the stand fell outwards, and the stone fragments are at the edge of the shelf. This suggests that the situation at the time might have been the opposite—"
"It wasn't the necklace hitting and shattering the Rune Stone. Instead, the Rune Stone actively moved towards the necklace, knocking over the stand. After they collided, one of them shattered."
After a moment of silence, the Cloak clapped its hands vigorously and shouted, "Rubik's Cube Golem, you're practically Holmes!"
"Holmes! Poirot! Detective Conan!" The Broom also smacked the ground hard with its broom head, making the twigs rustle.
Wade cast a sidelong glance at the two Magic Golems, asking coolly, "Are you two very pleased?"
The two Magic Golems instantly fell silent, then bowed together, "We're sorry, we were wrong."
"Mm, it's good that you know you were wrong," Wade said calmly. "Your punishment is an hour facing the wall. Mihail, you supervise them."
Even though they might have accidentally done something good, Professor Murray's gift was still ruined.
After the Magic Golems left, Wade took the Rubik's Cube Golem to the lab, retrieved all the research data from the past few days, then placed the necklace on the table and cast a Spell again:
"Omegun, Fada, Te Amorgon, Rayuta, Nupslang Ayuta..."
The necklace emitted a slightly bright red light. In Wade's vision, some of the surrounding runes were bright, others dim, and faintly, silver light seemed to be rapidly moving within them.
He suddenly recalled animated simulations of neurons transmitting signals and felt there was a certain similarity.
Wade composed himself, marking the bright runes he saw on the research diagram. The Rubik's Cube Golem quickly calculated and simulated, listing several new Spell arrangements and incantation methods within minutes.
Wade tried again: "Semiala-Sami-Aisno-Ohm..."
The necklace showed no reaction.
Third set of Spells: "Humanno-Delipirion-Ayuta-Nip..."
The necklace's light brightened slightly, and the positions of the bright spots also shifted.
Wade recorded everything. One man and one Magic Golem sat at the table, deducing, calculating, and analyzing the Spell. Soon, the table was piled high with calculation papers.
The Magic Golems, having finished their wall-facing punishment, peered in through the window. Seeing the busy scene inside, they felt awestruck.
Cloak: "We're all Magic Golems, so why is the Rubik's Cube Golem smarter than us?"
"Yeah, it's really unlucky," Broom sighed. "It's great that I'm such an idiot."
Cloak silently swept it aside.
Mihail: "Chirp chirp!"
Broom propped itself up and circled Firebird, asking, "I've been meaning to ask, Mihail, I don't have a mouth, but I can talk; you have a mouth, why do you only chirp?"
Cloak interjected, "Who says? It can also 'coo'!"
"Shut up, you know that's not what I mean!" Broom fumed.
Mihail spread its wings and preened its feathers with its beak, looking like, I'm just a bird, what could I possibly know?
Broom stared at it, then suddenly said, "Mihail is an idiot!"
Firebird immediately raised its head, its eyes slightly narrowed as it looked at Broom.
Broom backed up a bit and continued to shout, "Mihail looks cool, but its red butt is exposed every day!"
Firebird instantly spread its wings, its entire body swelling two or three times in size.
Cloak huddled against the wall, suddenly filled with awe for Broom—how could this wooden creature have the courage to provoke Mihail, who was an embodiment of fire?
Broom retreated to the doorway, shouting, "Come on, argue with me! You stupid bird who can't even argue! Mihail goes to the lake every morning to wash its brain because it—"
Before Broom could finish, Firebird instantly lunged at it, the scorching heat seemingly distorting the air around them.
Broom shrieked and shot into the sky in an instant. Mihail followed closely behind, a long trail of flames trailing from it, as if intending to use Confringo on Broom.
Cloak chased out the door and looked up at the two streaking figures above, unable to help but exclaim, "Whoa!"
It could only be grateful that the Wardrobe Space was large enough to prevent Broom from being cornered by Mihail.
Fortunately, even when these two were playing around, they still had some sense and didn't actually cause any damage inside the Wardrobe Space.
—But when those two are causing trouble, if I go and do some work, once the master finds out, he'll definitely know who the truly good Magic Golem is, and he'll turn the page on my previous mistakes.
Cloak rubbed its non-existent chin, feeling this was an excellent idea. It quietly drifted into the study to help organize manuscripts, occasionally going to the library to find some reference books.
After some time, Broom's screams came from outside: "Ahhh… I was wrong, I was wrong… I'm the big idiot… I need my brain washed…"
Wade, who was engrossed in his research, couldn't help but look up: "What are those two doing?"
"Broom's probably provoking Mihail again, right?" Rubik's Cube Golem said, unfazed. "It can't win, but it loves to provoke. Master, you should have given it more intelligence back then."
"To be honest, when I was imbuing them with thought, I didn't treat them differently," Wade said helplessly. "But human thoughts change in an instant, and before you were born, I couldn't fully decide what you would become."
Cloak nodded its "head" and said, "It's all Broom's fault for having such a small brain capacity… Oh, he doesn't have a brain, that's why he's not smart."
Rubik's Cube Golem looked at Cloak with an unreadable expression, thinking, And you think you're smart?
It wisely kept that thought to itself, pulling a few blank parchment sheets in front of it and rapidly writing down lines of equations.
Spells in the Magic world didn't just appear out of thin air. Most Spells learned at Hogwarts came from Latin, with a small portion originating from Aramaic, Egyptian, and Greek.
For example, the Disarming Charm, Expelliarmus: in Latin, expello means to drive away or expel, and arma means weapons. Combined, it means to "disarm you."
The Wizards who invented Spells might have initially chanted words unintentionally, combining them with their strong will, which then drew out the Magical Power within them, thus forming various Spells.
In Charms Class, Professor Flitwick not only taught students how to learn Spells but also how to break down and understand their components. There were even assignments to write counter-Spells based on the original Spell of a certain curse.
Clever students could even invent new Spells based on word roots and parts of speech—though, of course, this practice was somewhat dangerous.
For Wizards in other countries, even if the fundamental composition of their Spells didn't originate from Latin, the basic rules were the same. To decipher a completely unfamiliar Spell, the key was to first understand its word roots and combination patterns, and then to determine how to use and break it.
Wade's discovery of the light and dark node changes made this work much simpler; at least Spell combinations became traceable. Rubik's Cube Golem wrote down several interpretations until it realized the parchment had run out. Suddenly, it felt the room was much quieter than before.
Upon closer inspection, Wade was asleep on the floor, holding a piece of parchment, and Cloak was gently covering him with a blanket.
"Asleep?" Rubik's Cube Golem was a bit surprised.
Wade always tidied everything before sleeping. Rubik's Cube Golem had never seen him just lie down like this; it was almost as if he had fainted.
"Master must be very tired lately," Cloak said. "Don't disturb him. Take these things to the next room. I'm going to turn off the lights!"
Rubik's Cube Golem said helplessly, "Are you going to make Master lie on the floor all night? Humans aren't like us! He'll definitely feel terrible when he wakes up tomorrow morning… Just wait."
It left the Wardrobe Space and stood in the center of the dormitory, calling out, "Zoe? Zoe?"
The House-elf apparated with a pop into the corner of the room and asked, "I'm here, what's up?" She looked around. "Mr. Gray isn't in the dormitory?"
"Master is asleep. I'd like to ask for your help moving him to bed," Rubik's Cube Golem said.
"Okay," Zoe said happily. "Zoe is happy to help."
Soon after, Wade floated out of the Wardrobe Space and was safely lying in bed, covered by a fluffy, soft quilt.
Seeing that its master was indeed not woken up, Rubik's Cube Golem secretly praised its wise decision. It grabbed Cloak, who wanted to return to the Wardrobe Space, and together with Zoe, helped Wade pack his belongings for home.
…
The "sleeping" Wade had no idea about his experience of being moved around by the House-elf and Magic Golems.
At that moment, he stood in a long corridor, looking at countless doors on both sides, completely bewildered.
He only remembered chanting a Spell that Rubik's Cube Golem had organized… He had tried many times before, and the repetitive experiments and failures had made the casting become mechanical.
Suddenly, it was as if in a daze, he appeared in this seemingly endless corridor.
The walls on either side were off-white and unadorned, with streams of white light occasionally darting across them like small fish.
Wade looked up to see the ceiling above him was a flowing, brilliant starry sky, as if the entire galaxy had been pulled right before his eyes, breathtakingly magnificent.
Am I dreaming?
The thought occurred to Wade, and he pinched himself hard. The intense pain made him gasp.
Not a dream.
Is this the effect of that necklace?
The runes on the necklace had been analyzed repeatedly. Even the Unspeakables from the Department of Mysteries had interpreted them from various angles, confirming there were no offensive spells on it, and it wouldn't cause any harm.
Wade composed himself, not overly worried, and walked forward casually.
The doors on both sides looked identical, but as he passed them, he noticed they all had different symbols and patterns, some even changing colors.
Wade randomly chose a door. Seeing a windmill pattern on it, which looked like a four-leaf clover, he gently pushed it open with ease.
Before him was a long street. The buildings on either side looked somewhat old, and the edges of the cobblestones on the ground were lifting.
A mother and child walked from the other side of the street. The child held a colorful plastic windmill, constantly puffing out their cheeks to blow on it, while the mother, holding their hand, watched with a smile.
The child excitedly said, "Mommy, look, it's spinning so fast!"
"Yes, because you're blowing so hard!" the mother said gently.
The child innocently asked, "Does it get tired? Does it want to rest for a while?"
The mother was amused. She pointed to the child's cheek and said, "When your cheeks start to feel a bit sore, that's when it wants to rest too!"
"Then I'm not tired yet," the child said. "I can blow for a bit longer!"
The colorful windmill whirred again. The two walked past Wade, chatting and laughing, yet seemingly completely oblivious to his presence.
But Wade watched the mother, his eyes filled with disbelief. Everything around him seemed to blur, only her smiling face remaining perfectly clear.
His lips trembled, and he whispered, almost inaudibly, "Mom..."
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