Wow, So This Is What You're Really Like, Dumbledore!

"We always instruct Young Wizards to point firmly at the person or object they intend to cast a spell on with a decisive hand gesture!"

Dumbledore took the wand-sized branch from Anton and slowly made a standard gesture. "Sectumsempra!"

This was the Cutting Charm, with standard spell pronunciation and an indescribable firmness in his voice.

Boom—

The spell flared, and a large tree before them instantly exploded, fragments flying everywhere.

Dumbledore turned to Anton. "Pointing firmly at the target we intend to cast upon helps us successfully perform magic."

"But..."

His wrinkled finger tapped the end of the branch. "Remember, since it is not a form of energy, there is no such thing as a path for an energy impact. It does not begin influencing the world from here."

As he spoke, he gave a mysterious smile and clasped the entire end of the branch in his left palm, enclosing it completely.

"Sectumsempra!"

The spell flared again, and in an instant, the pile of ruined trees behind Dumbledore exploded once more.

Leaves, trunks, and dirt were hurled high into the air, even forming a shockwave that stirred the hems of their Wizard Robes.

Without turning around, Dumbledore calmly explained, "Spells are released from our minds. They inherently have no direction. There are only ourselves and the object being cast upon; there is no such concept as space."

With that, he casually tossed aside the branch and said with a chuckle, "Someone from the Auror Office told me that you used a curse to kill a Muggle aboard a warship."

"I think that if you view magic from this perspective, you should understand this principle more clearly: there is only the caster and the target. There is no issue of direction or accuracy."

"If you can fully grasp that, your spells