"You told me he was just an Alchemy professor... Is this alchemy?" Grindelwald murmured softly as he reached up to knead his aching neck. As for his eyes, he still had no intention of looking away or blinking.
It was as though missing even a single second of the scene before him would be a terrible loss.
"This is truly beautiful," Dumbledore said slowly as well. "Magic manifested into reality, and then reality manifested into knowledge. To be honest, I certainly can't do that."
Kasenhis remained in mid-air, treating the entire office like a canvas, freely splashing his magic across it until that magic finally converged into one enormous book.
As the Book of Minecraft was officially completed, Kasenhis withdrew the End magic from the office. The first person to arrive before the book was not even Kasenhis himself, but Clay, who suddenly teleported over.
Strictly speaking, it could not be considered pure teleportation. It was not entirely spatial magic, but also contained a considerable amount of speed magic.
Kasenhis looked over and saw the young wizard trembling as he picked up the book from the floor. Clay first greedily looked at the tattered cover of the book, then took a deep breath and slowly lifted it up, offering it to Kasenhis.
"Thank you, Clay. Five points to Ravenclaw. Also, your magic was quite good, so another five points."
Kasenhis smiled as he accepted the book from Clay and flicked the cover with his finger. Before he could say anything else, there was another rush of air, and Grindelwald and Dumbledore appeared behind him.
The difference was that Grindelwald was smoothing back his hair, while Dumbledore was still dizzy and disoriented.
"This is alchemy?" Grindelwald asked stiffly, looking at the book in Kasenhis' hand.
"I think so," Kasenhis said with a raised eyebrow.
"What does this book do?" Grindelwald asked next.
"Everything I can do, it should be able to do as well. You can take it and play with it. Just remember to return it."
Kasenhis casually held out his hand, letting the book hover slowly above his palm.
Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald made a move. In the end, seeing that no one was going to fight him for it, Clay directly reached out.
"Professor, how do you use it?" Clay asked, his eyes shining with dazzling light.
"However you like... under the supervision of an adult professor."
Kasenhis shrugged and headed towards his bedroom on the 3rd floor. Honestly, making this thing had been truly exhausting.
In the centre of the office, only Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Clay remained. Of course, there were also many other students still rushing towards the centre as quickly as they could using their own methods.
As more and more students gathered around Clay and the book in his hands, Ron and Neville, who were relying on their two legs, sadly discovered that the two of them were among the few people in the office without any special movement methods.
In short, utterly underwhelming.
Fortunately, Clay forcefully suppressed his eager excitement. He stood there holding the book until the final student had gathered around, and only then did he slowly open the enormous volume.
"Just choose any page. Like Kasenhis would. We believe in you, Clay," Dumbledore encouraged him as he watched Clay take deep breaths to steady himself.
"I understand, Headmaster."
Clay nodded, then closed the book again.
Ron frowned. He did not quite understand what was happening with Clay. This guy had been the most insane and the fastest when chasing after the book, so why had he suddenly become hesitant and slow now?
Just as he could no longer hold himself back and was about to raise his hand to suggest that he use the book in Clay's place, Clay moved.
He simply tucked the book beneath one arm and casually waved his other hand.
A grass block appeared in front of him.
Then came a rustling sound, and a small yellow pixelated flower was planted on top of the grass block.
"That's it?" someone in the crowd questioned.
Clay shrugged.
"I've already experienced the wonder of this book. For me, this is enough."
After saying that, he placed the book on top of the grass block, taking care not to damage the little yellow flower.
Seeing that the book was available again, another student swiftly snatched it up with sharp eyes and quick hands. Like Clay, he tucked it under his arm. Just before he waved his other hand, he had already decided what he wanted to make.
Perhaps a magnificent model crystal tower.
Perhaps a huge castle as grand as Hogwarts, though scaled down proportionally.
Or perhaps a redstone cannon capable of firing over an extremely long distance.
Of course, what stirred him even more was the enormous Sky-Based Dragon-Slaying Cannon hanging above his head.
The next moment, he swung his hand down.
...
Nothing happened.
"What is going on?" The student immediately voiced his doubts, then looked towards Clay, who was gradually walking away. "Did he break it?"
Dumbledore shook his head.
"Everyone has their own method. Perhaps you should open the book."
He gently took the book from the student's hands and casually turned to a page.
It was a page of water.
He reached into the page and scooped out a handful, slowly sprinkling it onto the ground.
The azure liquid instantly surged outward, washing everyone in all directions.
"Oh, while this does feel rather nice, still... Sponge!"
Dumbledore hurriedly remedied the situation, preventing everyone from being swept too far away.
"But Professor, why was that student just now able to..." Neville asked in confusion.
"Because he has talent," Grindelwald said sharply, far more direct than Dumbledore.
"I think so too," Dumbledore nodded in complete agreement.
Meanwhile, Clay was slowly and unsteadily making his way from the centre of the office towards the exit. He reached out and pushed hard against the door before him, and very quickly, it opened.
"Why is this door so light today?" Clay muttered to himself in confusion.
Then he seemed to realise something and quickly turned his head.
Kasenhis, wearing a set of pyjamas and a little nightcap, raised an eyebrow at him.
"Wow, Professor, your pyjamas... are really cute... Do you really like Patrick Star that much?" Clay asked, looking at Kasenhis' Patrick Star pyjamas.
"Clearly, I really do like Patrick Star that much... As for you, you really like grass blocks and little yellow flowers, don't you?" Kasenhis politely asked in return.
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