"Free Windbird?!!!"
Dumbledore stared at Anton with wide eyes, his voice rising considerably.
He regretted leaving early just now. He hadn't been able to properly observe how Anton had done it.
Yes, he had indeed told Anton in detail how, through a sudden flash of inspiration and a twist of fate, he had created the Phoenix.
But just because he'd explained it, did that mean Anton could understand?
And just because Anton understood, could he actually do it?
Oh, come on!
Forget everything else. Just look at the students at the school. Even when the professors broke down the most basic concepts and explained them over and over, plenty of students still didn't understand.
Could it be that being wholly absorbed in magic really did make it easier to feel its wonders?
Dumbledore couldn't help recalling something the Charms Class's Old Professor had said when he was a student: Wizards chose magic, and magic chose wizards.
"Oh, don't think I just whipped it up on a whim." Seeing the rare, envious, jealous, and rather piqued expression on Dumbledore's face, Anton couldn't help laughing. "There's a reason it was a 'Free Windbird' and not some Antlered Great White Bear or Werewolf."
"It came from exploring everything within myself, from having such a clear understanding of everything I desired."
"At the same time, it encompasses almost all of my research. It's a manifestation of bringing everything I know together and letting it all come to fruition."
Mind Clarification and Insight—if he'd been in a xianxia world, wouldn't that have let him attain enlightenment on the spot?
Anton spoke modestly, but his face was brimming with smug delight.
A young man who didn't show off wasn't young at all. He'd just shown off in front of Voldemort, the old wizard, and Professor Snape,