The necklace showed no reaction.
The third set of spells: "Humanno-Dilipirom-Ayutha-Nyp…"
The necklace's glow brightened a bit, and the positions of the bright spots changed somewhat.
Vid recorded everything, sitting at the table with a poppet, deducing, calculating, analyzing spells. Soon, the table was piled high with sheets of calculations.
Several poppets who had finished facing the wall lay outside the window, seeing the busy scene inside, only feeling awe.
Cloak: "We're all poppets, why is Cube smarter than us?"
"Yeah, it's really unlucky." Broom mused, "I'm so glad I'm a fool."
Cloak silently swept it aside.
Mikhail: "Chirp chirp!"
Broom propped itself up, circled around Firebird, and asked, "I've been wanting to ask, Mikhail, I don't have a mouth and I can talk; you have a mouth, why can you only chirp?"
Cloak chimed in: "Who says? It can also 'coo'!"
"Shut up, you know that's not what I meant!" Broom snapped.
Mikhail spread its wings and used its beak to groom its feathers, looking like "I'm just a bird, what do I know?"
Broom stared at it, suddenly saying, "Mikhail is a fool!"
Firebird instantly raised its head, squinting slightly to look at Broom.
Broom stepped back a bit, continuing loudly, "Mikhail looks so cool but actually shows its red behind every day!"
Firebird instantly spread its wings, its entire physique expanding two or three times.
Cloak huddled against the wall, suddenly feeling awe toward Broom—how could this wooden creature have the courage to provoke the embodiment of flame like Mikhail?
Broom retreated to the door, shouting, "If you dare, argue with me! You foolish bird who doesn't even know how to argue! Every morning Mikhail goes to the lake to wash its brain because it—"
Before Broom could finish speaking, Firebird suddenly lunged at it, the scorching heat seemingly warping the surrounding air.
Broom let out a strange screech, and with a whooshing sound, it instantly flew up to the sky, with Mikhail closely chasing behind, dragging a long trail of flame as if determined to reduce it to rubble.
Cloak chased out the door, looking up at the two speeding figures above, couldn't help but let out a "Wow!"
It could only be thankful that the wardrobe space was big enough to prevent Broom from being cornered by Mikhail all at once.
Luckily, despite their antics, the two had a sense of moderation and didn't actually cause havoc inside the wardrobe space.
—But when those two are causing trouble, if I go to work, once the master discovers, they'll surely know who the real good poppet is, turning over that page of mistakes it made before.
Cloak stroked its nonexistent chin, feeling the idea was brilliant, and quietly floated into the study to help organize the manuscripts, occasionally looking up a few reference books in the library.
A while later, Broom's miserable cries came from outside: "Ah ah ah… I'm wrong, I'm wrong… I'm the big fool… I need to wash my brain…"
Even Vid, absorbed in research, couldn't help but lift his head: "What are they doing?"
"Broom is provoking Mikhail again, huh?" Cube said nonchalantly, "Clearly unable to win, yet it likes provoking. Master, you should've given it more intelligence initially."
"Honestly, when I was instilling thoughts, I didn't make distinctions," Vid said helplessly, "But the human mind changes rapidly, and before you were born, I couldn't completely decide what you would become."
Cloak nodded, saying, "Blame Broom's brain capacity for being too small… oh, it doesn't even have a brain, which is why it's not smart."
Cube looked at Cloak with difficulty, thinking, "Are you smart then?"
Wisely, it didn't say this out loud, took a few blank parchment sheets in front of it, and quickly wrote down line after line of equations.
Magic World's spells are not created out of thin air; most spells learned at Hogwarts are derived from Latin, with a few stemming from Aramaic, Egyptian, and Greek.
For example, the Disarming Spell [Expelliarmus], in Latin, expello means to drive away or expel, arma means weapons, combined is [Disarm you].
The wizards who invented spells might have initially unintentionally recited the words, combined with their strong willpower, triggered their inner magic power, thereby forming various spells.
In Spell Class, Professor Flitwick not only teaches the students spells, he also teaches them how to break down and understand the composition of spells, and even assigns homework to write counter-spells based on the original curse spell.
Smart students can even invent new spells based on root and syntax—of course, this practice is somewhat dangerous.
Even if the fundamental composition of spells in other countries is not derived from Latin, the basic rules are the same. To crack a completely unfamiliar spell, the key is first understanding its roots and combination rules, then clarifying how to use and counter it.
The discovery of changes in light and dark spots by Vid made this task considerably easier, at least spell combinations became traceable. Cube wrote down some interpretations one after another until realizing the parchment was used up; it suddenly felt the room seemed quieter than before.
A closer look revealed Vid holding a piece of parchment, sleeping on the floor, with Cloak carefully covering him with a blanket.
"Fell asleep?" Cube was somewhat astonished.
Vid always tidies everything up before sleeping, Cube had never seen him lie down just like this, almost like he fainted.