Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 247: Which of the 25 boys is better?

If transfiguration and various spells mean people's pursuit of wonderful abilities, then flying must be the most primitive dream of human beings.

This is different from the airplanes and hot air balloons in the Muggle world, and the broomsticks and flying carpets in the wizarding world. Voldemort's own flying spell really gives a person the ability to fly.

Why didn't I notice such a practical and cool spell before... Sean scratched his head with some doubts, and he clicked on the detailed interface to discover the difference of this spell.

Flying spell (transfiguration + black magic) lv0: Proficiency 1/10000

Sean opened his mouth wide in surprise. This was the first time he had seen a spell that combined two types of magic, and based on the proficiency requirements, it could be judged that this spell was quite difficult.

And the reason why he didn't realize it was that he never mastered the flying spell.

In one of the most popular books among Hogwarts students, "The Magic of Quidditch", there is such a passage written on the first page:

So far, wizards have not invented any spells that allow them to fly in human form without the aid of any tools. Those few Animagus who transform into winged animals can enjoy the fun of flying, but they are rare after all. Those wizards who find themselves transformed into bats can fly as much as they want, but because of the bat's head, they are bound to forget where they want to go while flying. Floating in the air is commonplace, but our ancestors weren't content to hover just five feet above the ground, they wanted to go higher. They want to fly freely like birds without the hassle of growing feathers.

As a fire dragon Animagus that has not been recorded in history, Sean has never enjoyed the fun of flying much—the fire dragon's fleshy wings cannot support such a huge body and soar in the air when it is incited, mainly relying on the magic power of the fire dragon itself.

It can be seen from this that Mr. Voldemort who invented the flying spell is a genius.

And he obviously hid this flying spell very well. In Sean's impression, in the original timeline, it seemed that only Voldemort and Snape had mastered this spell—the latter was most likely taught by the former.

Stronger than Dumbledore and Grindelwald, they can't even fly freely with just one spell.

Fortunately, my transfiguration talent and black magic talent are quite good--it's up to you, flying spell!

Shawn raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

Voldemort's soul fragment did not bring his superb proficiency in the flying spell, but at least it brought all the details of casting the spell.

Shawn, who was in urgent need of a fast movement method, immediately put himself into learning, not only for flying, but this Voldemort's unique spell would also help him regain his power among the Death Eaters in the future.

After studying it carefully for a long time, Sean slowly raised his head and opened his slightly closed eyes.

This guy doesn't care if his brain is abnormal or not, but he really has nothing to say about the talent of magic spells... Sean unconsciously sighed.

The Flying Curse was born out of some kind of top-notch black magic. Voldemort added Levitation, Transfiguration, Galloping, Windproof, Mutant Armor, and his own spells, and combined them perfectly.

When a wizard masters this spell proficiently, not only can he gain extremely fast flying speed, he can use the wind to accelerate, and he can even gain a certain defensive ability when he transforms into a flying state.

The only disadvantage is that the flying spell still belongs to the category of black magic. However, because of the combination of transfiguration, it does not require much negative emotion-you need to maintain a special "arrogant" state when casting the flying spell.

According to Xiao En's understanding, this kind of "arrogance" is not the same as the literal meaning. The object that the caster wants to despise is the gravity of this land...

"The current goal is to successfully cast the flying spell at least within a week." Sean made a plan for himself.

With Sean's talent, it doesn't take so long to practice this level of black magic or transfiguration just to cast it smoothly, but the flying spell is a special type, especially the fusion and transfiguration part of it needs to be handled carefully - Sean doesn't want to become a lamp **** with smoke in his lower body before he can fly.

Even with such expectations, the difficulty of practicing the Flying Curse was beyond Xiao En's expectations.

Just the initial magic operation is quite cumbersome, and in the initial transformation part, Sean almost had an accident. If it weren't for the perverted Transfiguration talent that gave him a keen intuition that is different from ordinary people, I am afraid that Xiao En will not be able to use his legs to walk in the future.

This is also the sentence that Professor McGonagall has been emphasizing: always remain in awe of Transfiguration.

After all, a successful transformation requires magic power to maintain, and the transformation will return to its original shape when the magic power disappears; while the big failure of the transformation is permanent, and the gradually weakening magic power will no longer flow in the loser's body.

However, Sean passed the initial difficulties without any risk. With enough caution, outstanding talent, and a little bit of luck, finally, on the seventh day of practicing the flying spell, Sean successfully achieved his goal.

"Unbelievable feeling..." Outside Nurmengard Castle in the middle of the night, Sean, whose lower body was covered in smoke and whose upper body was slightly blurred, was hovering outside a tower.

"This spell is much better than a broomstick..." Sean, who was a little excited, soared under the moonlit night to his heart's content, and the dark night became his best cover-although no professor in Nurmengard would punish a second-year student named Sean Wallop for violating the curfew.

Sean flew in mid-air for a while, and then quickly fell back. He turned into a cloud of thick gray-black smoke and landed on the terrace. After the smoke cleared, Sean, who recovered his body, stood firmly on the stone floor.

"The flow of magic power is still smooth, there is no sequelae of failure to transform, and the negative emotions brought about by black magic can be completely suppressed... The magic power consumption is not small. If it is an ordinary second-year student, it is estimated that it will have to change back if it is not ten minutes. No mess..."

After summarizing the effects and consumption of the Flying Curse, Sean is quite satisfied. This week, except for a gathering at the Golden Dawn, he spent the rest of his spare time on the flying spell, so it's worth the money.

"However, there are still many things that can be strengthened..." Sean habitually raised his chin and began to think.

"The speed of turning into smoke and returning as an avatar can be further enhanced; the magic power used for transformation can save the next part; turning the whole body into black mist requires higher proficiency, and at the same time requires more caution; you need to strengthen your sense of direction when flying, and you almost hit the tower several times just now..."

After reflecting on the aspects to be improved and strengthened in the future, Sean stretched his waist in satisfaction.

No loss, no loss...

However, Sean's good mood did not last for twenty-four hours.

After class the next day, Sean led Hermione and Daisy towards the club assembly room. Unexpectedly, he saw an unexpected visitor just as he opened the door.

And it was someone Sean had never thought of.

Fabian Aiken.

Sean and the others arrived a little earlier, but the other members of Golden Dawn hadn't arrived yet. In the classroom, Fabian Aiken was sitting in a wheelchair with one arm hanging, and there were several attendants beside him.

Aiken seemed to have injuries all over his body, but he obviously tried his best to heal his head first. The scars on his face had disappeared, and his hairstyle was meticulous. He was staring at Sean who had just pushed the door in with cold eyes.

"Wallop..." he said slowly, his voice full of resentment and coldness.

"Has no one ever taught you the most basic upbringing? Aiken—Mister." Sean glanced at the other party's followers, and then stopped Hermione and Daisy at the door.

Aiken hooked the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile, but Sean, who was more ruthless with his hands and mouth, would never give him a chance to speak.

"Stop, Mr. Aiken..." Sean showed a perfect, impeccable gentleman's smile, "Do you want to imitate my smile? And then put down two harsh words? And tell me that your father is the head of a famous pure-blood family in France? Wait, look at your expression, let me think about it—"

"Wallup—" Aiken's tone became colder.

Sean ignored him and continued: "So! So! After such a shameful incident, you still have the face to return to Nurmengard? It seems that you have done a lot of psychological construction during this period? For example, the future ruler must let go of failure, such as falling and getting up quickly to be a real noble? Besides, I am amazed by the thickness of your skin, Mr. Aiken."

"You really have a sharp tongue, but you made a mistake. I have already experienced those, and am I still angry because of your rude and weak words?" Contrary to Sean's expectation, Aiken actually just smiled slightly, without the frizz that was easily triggered by anger.

The mentality change was good, but it helped him change once... Sean curled his lips secretly, but he didn't let go of the sarcasm in his mouth.

"Sometimes, your explanation is just a cover-up~"

Aiken ignored his taunt, but slowly pushed the wheelchair forward, without even looking at the wand in Sean's hand.

I really want to throw a curse... Xiao En squinted his eyes, and finally gave up the impulse in his heart.

There are several people behind the other party, and Aiken has a bunch of accessories on his body - probably all magic props.

Aiken leaned over to Sean's side, and chuckled in a whisper that only he could hear: "It's very smart, you didn't do anything to me, Wallep, and you also know that I won't do anything to you..."

"I'm not very stable, I suggest you be careful." Sean's smile didn't change in any way.

"It's only a second grade, and this mentality alone is worth taking seriously..." Aiken licked his lips, "Ha, you must be thinking what I'm here for, right? Threats with harsh words are of no use to people like us—"

"Don't use the word 'we', Aiken, please trash is beautiful alone."

"You're still mocking, that means—you're worried, you're afraid..." Aiken narrowed his eyes excitedly, and moved closer, "Wallup, when you held your shabby club, I explicitly told other people not to participate. Do you think I'm here for this?"

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, he guessed the other party's intention...

Aiken's eyes are like a stick of slippery scaleless poison trying to get into his body, the coldness contained in it is hard to distinguish in the deepest part, and only those who face it directly can experience the resentment and viciousness in it.

"I see, Wallop..." Aiken sighed as if satisfied, "Ha-ha--I know it's you, Wallep, the person who kidnapped me that day, I know exactly, it's you..."

He looked at Xiao En's expressionless face, and laughed nervously: "Hee hee, do you want to deny it?"

Sean raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the other party with sympathy and contempt in his eyes.

It is impossible for his own hands and feet to be exposed so quickly, and the other party has not received any news from the castle of Nurmengard, and he has left the Death Eater's Dark Mark before to confuse the public.

Today, Fabian Aiken is so sure that the murderer is himself, and he can't wait to come to the door to speak harshly, which proves a point.

There are traitors among the Death Eaters!

But there's nothing to be shocked about. This broken organization doesn't have many people in the first place, and there are still a bunch of youngsters...

If you think about it carefully, you can see that the target of the traitor's defection was not Grindelwald or Dumbledore, but forces in other countries, such as the French Association for the Protection of Wizards' Rights and Interests.

And Aiken's attitude proved another point. The fact that Sean Wallep was Voldemort was not revealed, and the traitor should have just given the news—the person who got Aiken's vote was Sean.

Aiken's house was used as a gun to test the quality of Voldemort or Sean...

The whole thing suddenly became interesting...

Aiken didn't understand Xiao En's slightly changing expression~IndoMTL.com~ On the contrary, he was very satisfied with the expressionless expression of the person in front of him.

"Didn't expect it, Wallep? Did you think you were perfect? ​​Ha, I caught you."

Sean glanced at the other party speechlessly, the villain's pretense of being self-indulgent was a little too aggressive.

"Hey... tell me," the wand in Sean's hand twirled beautifully, and he looked down at the other party, "You can't lose your mind just because you suffer a major blow. Can your Aiken family take care of the mental patients in the family before wronging the good people?"

The two of them knew that it was one thing, but it was another thing to admit it personally. Xiao En would not leave such an excuse for others to catch.

In the face of Sean's denial, Aiken's face turned morbidly rosy, he laughed hoarsely, and his small voice was full of heavy anger: "Wallup, don't think that you can do whatever you want with Grindelwald behind you - I will get back my injury, my father's hand, ha - wait, wait..."

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