This Path of Magic

"Sometimes we say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, so when we observe the world, we always think of using our eyes." Dumbledore led Anton deep into the Forbidden Forest, smiling as he looked at a patch of lush green in the distance.

"But in truth, that is extremely one-sided. As I told you before, the Wizarding World you see through magical eyes is merely one aspect of it."

"The shape of the world you see depends only on the shape you are capable of seeing."

Dumbledore turned to look at Anton. "But you can imagine that you have gone blind, and can only observe the world through hearing. You can even block out your hearing and explore the world through taste, or even through touch..."

"Truly use your heart, earnestly use it, to feel the mysteries of the Wizarding World."

"Though I would not dare say that the Wizarding World touched this way is its truest form, this kind of observation comes closer to the truth of magic."

Anton's expression was somewhat strange. "Using your heart to touch the Wizarding World sounds impressive, but how exactly do you do that?"

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "I cannot give you the answer. You are already walking a magical path different from mine. If you simply followed my magical path, that would be the most foolish thing you could do."

"But I can share an interesting little technique with you: another kind of sense, apart from the five senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch."

"It can bring you closer to magic."

Dumbledore casually snapped off a branch, broke away its leaves and twigs, and handed it to Anton.

"Treat it as a wand and cast a spell."

Anton raised an eyebrow and looked toward the