I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts Chapter 212

Stevenson grinned widely, holding a stubby black thorn pear wood wand, and he showed an astonishing power.

"Get out of the way? That's insulting my Stevenson surname, come on, Wallup, show me your magic!"

The warrior-like Stevenson sank slightly, his spell was aimed straight in Sean's direction, and those bull-like eyes were fixed on the tip of Sean's wand.

The corners of Sean's mouth rose a little.

I just need a fool...

A coward who will be completely crushed by me!

After silently staying in Sean's body, except for him to wake up the other party, this guy has been sleeping, and then restores his magic power.

Silent boarding is completely different from other parasitic magical animals in the magic world. Not only its shape, but its magic source will also reside in Sean's body, and its power can be converted into Sean's magic output!

The dark power in the body revolved freely, and the huge power was transmitted from the source to Sean's arms and fingertips.

Sean could almost feel the wailing of his elm wand, the heartstring core of the grumpy fire dragon moaning happily.

More than just great power, Sean even had to do a test in this tense duel moment.

That is, what kind of power can a completely unskilled ancient magic spell show under the huge output of magic power?

The tip of Sean's wand slowly drew an ancient rune symbol in the void, which was an ancient magic that he practiced with all his might, from Grindelwald when he was young!

Bright flames burn)."

His wand trembled slightly, but there was no movement.

Just when everyone was puzzled, suddenly, the temperature in the classroom rose wildly!

The scorching heat wave swept through every corner like a pervasive gust of wind. In just an instant, the unspeakable heat filled the surface of everyone's skin, and even beads of sweat began to fall from their foreheads.

But they ran out of time to wipe off the sweat, and the students stared in disbelief.

In the center of the stone platform, at the tip of Sean's staff, a fire phoenix composed entirely of golden-yellow dazzling flames slowly spread its wings.

"Hey—" A high chirping sound resounded throughout the space.

Then, in the terrified eyes of everyone, the fire phoenix swept the terrifying waves of fire and sprinted straight to the opposite Stevenson.

Before the fire phoenix arrived, Stevenson's hair was already yellow and curly, his lips were dry and peeling in a short period of time, and it was even difficult to breathe.

"Ha—that's what I want..." Stevenson muttered to himself with an excited look on his face.

He raised his wand and fought back!

The waves of fire swept over, and Professor Goodman's pupils shrank suddenly.

Before he could speak, he waved his wand, and the railings on the edge of the stone platform emitted a light blue light, which quickly formed a firm protective cover that enveloped Stevenson.

"Boom--" There was no loud noise, only the fire waves soaring into the sky.

The golden flames exploded, and the flames completely engulfed Stevenson. The phoenix turned into crimson flames and slammed around, and was finally stopped by the light from the railings and finally rushed to the ceiling.

"This guy..." The lips of a few students wriggled, as if trying to find some adjectives, but in the end nothing came out.

"Where's the Stevensons?" The flames in the arena had not completely dissipated, and the scene inside could not be clearly seen.

"Won't you get burned?"

"Stop joking, the professor is here, and Stevenson is very strong, okay?"

"That's right...that spell, that spell..." A student wanted to say that Sean's fire spell might just be a hoax, but in the end he couldn't say it.

The power of the flame just now was too terrifying.

Finally, the fire light dissipated, and on the stone platform, the intact Sean was standing there frowning.

He's fine... what about Stevenson?

The students quickly looked in another direction.

The position where Stevenson was standing had turned into a terrifying charred black, and a black figure fell into the circle, and the original slate surface could still be faintly seen in the circle.

And Stevenson, who had a dignified face, was half-squatting beside the charred figure, and the tip of his wand kept shedding soft white light.

That pile of coke...is it Stevenson?

The students under the stage swallowed their saliva in unison, and they looked at Sean in horror.

Only Sean was very dissatisfied. Although the power of the Divine Fire Curse was considerable, in comparison, he inputted the huge magic power that he and Silently added together, but the effect was horribly low.

"Merlin, your uncle's...isn't my rune talent completely useless?" Sean cursed in annoyance.

His proficiency with the God Fire Curse barely reached 500, but the efficiency of magic power conversion is much worse than other magic spells!

Sean was dissatisfied.

He didn't pay attention to the silent Stevenson, who knew all too well the power of his spell.

If his rune talent can have a normal five points, the power of this spell will increase exponentially. The current divine fire curse, the curse issued by the other party offset part of it, and Goodman also took action to protect him, that is, it looks scary, at most a severe burn, this injury will stay in the infirmary for a month.

The half-squatted Goodman finally stopped chanting, he breathed a sigh of relief, and after waving his hand, the medical team hurried in and carried Stevenson away.

"Sean Wallop wins..." He glanced at each other with complicated eyes.

A second-year wizard...a second-year...how can you master such high-level ancient magic? Although his rune-sketching process is jerky and crude, it's ancient magic in the real world!

If Sean knew what the expressionless Professor Goodman was thinking, he would secretly whisper: The ancient magic you just showed is already on my system panel, but the proficiency is only 0...

Goodman stood up straight, and he looked at Sean with a strange look in his eyes.

"Professor, is he okay?" Sean asked with concern.

Even if you know that your spell won't kill you, you have to pretend now.

"I can't die, but I have to lie down for a while," said Goodman slowly. "Mr. Wallup, what a wonderful spell..."

Listening to the other party's indifferent words, Sean couldn't understand Professor Goodman's mind for a while, and he had to blink innocently: "I just try..."

To Sean's surprise, Professor Goodman didn't scold him at all, just said: "It's a very good performance, no wonder you are so confident. However, Wallop, do you want to continue your freedom duel?"

"Well, that's fine too."

"It's your choice," Goodman nodded, "However, the powerful ancient magic spell can no longer be used. It's not that I want to break my promise at the beginning, but the power of ancient magic is too amazing. If there are students in the infirmary all the time, it will be too busy there, and…”

Sean suspects that he is wrong, Professor Goodman seems to smile?

"Also, you have been using this spell, and no one will want to fight you."

"Oh, I see, Professor." Sean nodded.

There are two purposes for his duel, one is to exercise his actual combat ability, and the other is to show his strength. The students of Nurmengard don't have a good opinion of themselves, but they come to the school for the same reason: a reverence for strength.

If you want to form an organization, you have to show your strength first, and the smell of blood can attract hyenas.

However, Sean's spell may be too effective. Even if he promised not to use ancient magic, the students of Nurmengard never came forward.

Fourth graders ask themselves, are they much better than Stevenson? It's impossible to say...and...

They looked at Sean on the stage, who was gently kicking the stones under his feet.

This guy, who knows what other means are hidden?

Sean kicked the stone under his feet to the charred ground, and regarded the light circle as the goal. After playing like this for a while, no one came on stage.

Is the effect too good... Sean licked his dry lips and looked at Professor Goodman.

"Professor," he said softly, "from now on, I'll also take on the challenge of the fifth graders."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar.

In the process of learning magic, the fifth grade is a huge change from the fourth grade, because starting from this year, students will take the o.w.ls exam at the end of the term, which is the 'Ordinary Wizarding Grade Exam'.

The test scores meet the standard of the teaching teacher to continue the elective of the subject.

Whether it is more advanced magic or the pressure of exams, the strength of the fifth graders will increase rapidly. If the third and fourth graders can still duel each other, then the fifth graders can basically crush the lower grades.

Therefore, when Sean first proposed to duel with the third and fourth graders, although others were surprised, they were not too rude, but when he said the challenge of fifth grade, many people couldn't sit still.

Suddenly, several Nurmengard fifth graders stood up.

"Mr. Wallup, are you sure?" Professor Goodman asked.

"Yes, I'm sure." Sean kicked the stone to the position where Stevenson was lying just now, "Bingo~"

This casual appearance aroused the anger of a group of people, and the arrogant Nurmengards even took a step forward.

After a lot of arguments, finally, a fifth grader was elected, and he was approved by most of the people.

Bach Hoffmann, who has been watching from the high platform, is no longer as calm as before, and his expression is now dignified.

"Philias Garfield, the strength of the fifth graders is not bad. It shouldn't be a problem to deal with a second-year kid."

The girl next to him finally showed an interested expression at this time. She took out a macaron from somewhere and threw it into her mouth, chewing and saying vaguely: "That handsome little guy named Wallop is very interesting. Well~ hee hee, Bach, don't look at me like that, I like interesting handsome guys, second only to interesting books. Also, I said it a long time ago - wait for the result, don't make a conclusion."

Bach Hoffmann turned his head with a cold face, this Patricia didn't know her position at all!

Garfield stepped onto the dueling ring and stared at Sean like a foe, standing in the circle where Stevenson had fallen, with broken stones at his feet. While observing the other party's state, he calculated the gap between the two sides.

The opponent has the same huge magic power as him, but the number of magic spells he has mastered should not be as good as his own; he is right-handed, and habitually sinks some wrists when he recites magic spells; he likes to use superficial states to paralyze opponents, and likes to hide his truth Purpose; he needs to pay attention to his mouth shape and wand gesture to judge the real spell; at the same time, since he can master ancient magic, it proves that his knowledge is very broad, and some of his partial magic spells may not play an unexpected role , and will even be used in reverse by him.

Looking at the rigorous and serious tall boy across from him, Sean blinked.

He's a little excited now, taking on a fifth grader for the first time, which will really show his level.

Of course - some traps laid long ago can be used as a back-up...

"The duel begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Garfield's twelve-inch black walnut wand gleamed.

Silent curse! And it's so fast!

There was no time to cast the spell to fight... Sean, who made a quick judgment, tumbled and escaped the spell.

"Bang!" The spell exploded on the slate, and the stones splashed.

What a powerful force! Sean caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly moved faster.

For the first time, there was a scene that made Hogwarts students anxious~www.mtlnovel.com~ Sean had absolutely no room to fight back. It was difficult for him to even find time to recite the spell. That boy named Garfield had a good grasp of it. Considering the number of silent spells, it is obviously not a wise choice to force the confrontation when the opponent's spell cannot be judged.

Moreover, the other party's spells are fast and accurate. As the owner of the black walnut wand, he obviously has keen intuition and insight. Several times the spells have almost wiped Sean's robes, aroused Exclamation.

Under the stage, Hermione and Daisy held each other's hands nervously. They looked at Sean, who was tired of dodging, worriedly, and their hearts speeded up.

On the stage, Sean also felt a huge pressure.

As expected of the elite of Nurmengard, the pressure is really strong... Sean gasped and thought, his physical strength has begun to decline.

Garfield's strength made many seventh-year students at Hogwarts feel a little ashamed. They couldn't help but swap their positions with Sean, and then they looked ugly and found that they didn't seem to have much room to fight back.

"Ah! Be careful!" A girl's exclamation sounded.

On the field, a magic spell finally wiped Sean's face.

He immediately felt that the skin on his cheekbones began to tighten, and that half of his head seemed to be a little heavier.

A silent restraint spell, and the effect is powerful. After rubbing it a little, it has obvious effect... The other party wants to restrict my movement first...

Sean judged the other party's purpose, but even if he knew it, he still couldn't fight back.

It's a pity, the frontal confrontation is still a lot worse... Sean sighed, and then looked at the other party.

The location has arrived...

He stood still and raised his wand.

Chapter end