He Said This Was 'House-elf' Magic

"Occlumency was originally used to resist mental interference. You have to know, a long time ago, many magical creatures had bewitching abilities. Now, it's mainly used to resist Legilimency."

Dumbledore explained to Cypher.

"Legilimency isn't a spell you can learn right now. This spell is two-way. If the caster can't suppress the will of the person being cast on, they'll be subjected to reverse Legilimency."

Cypher quickly asked if there were any other ways to resist Legilimency besides Occlumency.

Cypher was still worried about his secrets being stolen by Dark Wizards.

"As far as I know, there are. But, it requires extreme emotions. Like extreme love, extreme protectiveness, extreme joy..."

"Wouldn't extreme hatred, murderous intent, or the desire for destruction work?"

Cypher frowned, asking without thinking.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples upon hearing this.

"Of course, they would, but I hope you don't fall into a life filled with negative emotions."

"Uh... I was just saying. I'm used to considering the two sides and oppositions of things."

Cypher realized Dumbledore was worried about him going down the wrong path and quickly explained.

"Mm! I hope you remember, no matter how dark it is around you, you must hold onto that ray of sunshine in your heart."

Dumbledore nodded.

"Everyone has their own understanding of Occlumency. Other people's methods aren't necessarily the best for you."

"I suggest you learn the Patronus Charm first. Once you've learned that spell, you'll have an anchor in your heart, which will help you learn Occlumency better. Oh, right!"

Dumbledore took a book from the bookshelf.

It was titled – Organize Your Brain.

What is this? Cypher wondered.

"I think it will help you."

Dumbledore kept it a secret, winking playfully.

"Professor, what do you think is the dividing line between White Magic and Dark Arts?"

Cypher put the book into his pouch, asking with a solemn expression.

Dumbledore was very surprised, even shocked.

"You... wait, Cypher, can you also cast spells without a wand?"

Dumbledore suddenly stood up. He took out his wand and activated all the protective spells in the office.

Even Fawkes, who was dozing off to the side, was awakened by him.

Is it that serious? Cypher felt uneasy.

"Cypher. Make that cup float."

After closing the curtains, Fawkes spat out a golden flame, lighting the chandelier overhead.

Dumbledore turned and instructed Cypher.

"Uh..."

Cypher closed his mouth, having instinctively wanted to say the Levitation Charm.

With a flick of his hand, the glass steadily and quickly floated into the air.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up instantly.

He took out his wand and pointed it around, muttering incomprehensible words.

After a long time, Dumbledore sighed in relief.

He turned around, looking at Cypher with a complicated expression.

Cypher felt his legs trembling, after all, Dumbledore had Grindelwald as a former acquaintance.

Thankfully, Dumbledore didn't do anything.

From a hidden compartment in the bookshelf, he took out an old magic book with no cover.

He simply handed it to Cypher.

"Cypher, try to see if you can cast these spells."

Cypher was a little puzzled. Judging from Dumbledore's tone, even he couldn't cast them, so what could Cypher do?

But Dumbledore had no reason to set him up.

Cypher started reading it right there.

Dumbledore and the phoenix watched from the side, still maintaining the lockdown spells.

"A pretty simple Fireball Charm. You just need to use your magic to communicate with the magic outside to release it."

Cypher finished reading the first spell, Fireball, very quickly.

Although it was much more complicated than the Incendio spell from the textbook.

However, his past life's experiences with descriptions of oneness with nature and refining Qi into spirit made it easy for Cypher to understand the vague expressions within.

For example, one sentence in the book read, "Let the outside world heed your call."

A native Wizard would surely scoff at that.

Wizards are self-centered; all magic is cast based on themselves and their wands.

To better focus his mind, Cypher deliberately extended a finger to guide himself.

Pointing towards the wooden board that Dumbledore had prepared at some point.

A fireball the size of a person bloomed from Cypher's fingertip.

Dumbledore quickly cast a Shield Charm around the area.

When the smoke cleared, the wooden board had turned to ashes.

"Professor, is there a problem with this spell? Would you like me to explain my thinking?"

Seeing the strange look on Dumbledore's face, Cypher cautiously probed.

"No need, I understand this spell, but its power is far inferior to yours."

Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and a small flame like a lighter appeared.

Cypher was silent.

"The problem... the problem is huge. Cypher, do you know? What you just cast was House-elf magic!"

The scene fell into dead silence...

"Fawkes!"

Dumbledore's soft call broke the silence, and the beautiful bird landed on his raised arm.

The bird was covered in fiery red feathers and came with a permanent aura of comfort and encouragement.

Cypher, who felt like he was suffocating, recovered.

He gasped for breath.

"Cypher, besides me, who else knows you can cast spells without a wand?"

"Iris and Luna. Once was in Gringotts, but it was too chaotic at the time, so no outsiders should know. The other time was on the Black Lake when we arrived at Hogwarts, I stopped Iris from falling into the lake."

Dumbledore stroked his chin, and after a long while, he asked again.

"Your wand... let me see your wand."

Cypher handed his wand to Dumbledore without hesitation.

After examining it, it was no different from a regular wand.

Seeing Dumbledore frown, Cypher thought for a moment and took out the semi-finished product he had extorted from Ollivander.

"This is?"

Dumbledore was puzzled, and Cypher recounted what had happened at Ollivander's wand shop.

After listening, Dumbledore's eyes gleamed.

He took the wand to the table and took out some materials.

Even Fawkes sacrificed a tail feather.

After a flurry of activity, a wand was remade.

"Try it!"

This time, the wand in his hand no longer felt like it was draining him.

It was like a sensory amplifier.

His perception of the outside world was more acute.

With a gentle wave, a streak of fire emerged from the tip of the wand, dancing around him, moving as he directed.

There was no feeling of the wand absorbing his magic after chanting.

He knew that he had previously struggled with the magic draining his magic, so he had only practiced a few times and communicated with the world a few times.

"Cypher, this is the oldest wand-making technique, it's an ancient method that predates the Elder Wand, even predates the founding of Hogwarts."

"I would like Fawkes to give you a blessing."

Surprisingly, when asked to help, Fawkes quietly perched on Dumbledore's head, waiting for Cypher's answer.

"What do I need to do?"

Cypher asked without hesitation.

"I'm so glad you trust me so much!"

Seeing that Cypher had no reluctance, Dumbledore smiled with relief.