Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 212: 1 step closer!

Stevenson grinned widely. He was holding a stubby black prickly pear wand, and his whole person showed an astonishing power.

"Stay away? That's an insult to my Stevenson surname, come on, Wallop, let me see your magic power!"

Soldier-like Stevenson lowered his body slightly, his spell was aimed straight in the direction of Sean, and his bull-like eyes were firmly fixed on the tip of Sean's staff.

The corners of Sean's mouth rose a little.

I just need a fool...

A reckless man who will be completely crushed by me!

After staying silently in Xiao En's body, except for him waking him up, this guy has been sleeping and recovering his magic power.

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

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

Shawn could almost feel the wailing of his elm wand, the heartstring core of the Fiery Charmander groaning happily.

It's not just huge strength, Sean even has to do an experiment during this tense duel moment.

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

The tip of Sean's staff slowly outlined an ancient rune symbol in the void. This is an ancient magic that he practiced with all his strength, and it came from Grindelwald when he was young!

";oculus (brilliant flame burning)."

His wand trembled slightly, but there was no movement in the field.

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

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

But they didn't have time to wipe off their sweat, and the students' eyes widened in disbelief.

In the center of the stone platform, at the tip of Xiao En's staff, a fire phoenix completely made of dazzling golden flames slowly spread its wings.

"Zhi——" a high-pitched cry resounded throughout the space.

Then, under everyone's horrified gazes, the fire phoenix rushed towards Stevenson on the opposite side with a terrifying wave of fire.

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

"Ha - this is what I want..." Stevenson showed an excited expression, and he muttered to himself.

He raised his wand and fired back!

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

He waved his wand before he could speak, and the railing on the edge of the stone platform emitted light blue light, and those light quickly formed a firm protective cover to cover Stevenson.

"Boom—" There was no loud sound, only waves of fire that soared into the sky.

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

"This guy..." The lips of several students twitched, as if they wanted to find some adjectives, but nothing came out in the end.

"Where are the Stevensons?" The flames in the field have not completely dissipated, and the scene inside cannot be seen clearly.

"Isn't it going to be burned to death?"

"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 divine fire spell might be just a show, but he couldn't say it in the end.

The power of the flame just now was too terrifying.

Finally, the flames dissipated, and on the stone platform, Xiao En, who was intact, was standing there frowning.

He's fine...what about Stevenson?

The students quickly looked in another direction.

The place where Stevenson was originally standing has turned into a terrible scorched black, and a blackened figure fell into the circle, and the original slate surface can still be vaguely seen in that circle.

Stevenson, with a dignified face, was squatting halfway beside the scorched black figure, with soft white light constantly shining from the tip of his wand.

That pile of coke... is Stevenson?

The students in the audience swallowed their saliva in unison. They looked at Xiao En in horror. The other person's figure was not tall, but at the moment it was extremely frightening.

Only Sean is very dissatisfied. Although the power of the Divine Fire Curse is impressive, but in comparison, he has inputted the huge magic power combined by himself and silently, but the effect is outrageously low.

"Your uncle Merlin... Is my rune talent completely hopeless?" Sean cursed angrily.

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

Sean is very dissatisfied.

He didn't pay attention to the silent Stevenson, he was very clear about the power of his spell.

If his rune talent can reach a normal five points, the power of this spell will increase exponentially. The current God Fire Curse, the curse issued by the other party offset part of it, and Goodman also took a shot to protect him, that is to say, it looked scary, and at most it was a severe burn, which would be healed after staying in the infirmary for a month.

Half-squatting Goodman finally stopped chanting, he breathed a sigh of relief, and after waving his hand, the medical team rushed in and carried Stevenson away.

"Sean Waller Pusheng..." He glanced at the other party with complicated eyes.

Second-year wizards...second-year...how can they master such high-level ancient magic? Although his rune symbol sketching process is jerky and rough, this is real ancient magic!

If Sean knew what the expressionless Professor Goodman was thinking, he would definitely mutter secretly: 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 strange expressions in his eyes.

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

Even if you know your spell is not fatal, you still have to put on a show.

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

Hearing the toneless words of the other party, Sean couldn't figure out what Professor Goodman was thinking for a moment, so he could only blink innocently: "I just try..."

To Sean's surprise, Professor Goodman didn't scold him in any way. He just said, "It's a very good performance, no wonder you are so confident. But, Wallep, do you want to continue your free duel?"

"Well, it's okay."

"It's your choice," Goodman nodded, "However, the powerful ancient 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 students keep entering the infirmary, it will be overwhelmed, and..."

Sean suspected that he was wrong. Professor Goodman seemed to be smiling?

"Besides, if you keep using this spell, no one will come to duel with you."

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

His purpose for this duel is twofold, one is to exercise his actual combat ability, and the other is to demonstrate his strength. Although Nurmengard's students have a bad opinion of themselves, they all come to this school for the same reason: advocating power.

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

However, Sean's spell may have had too many special effects. Even though they had already promised not to use ancient magic, none of Nurmengard's students stepped forward.

The fourth grade students asked themselves, are they much better than Stevenson? This can't be said...and...

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

This guy, who knows what else is hidden?

Sean kicked the rocks under his feet towards the scorched ground, using the light circle as a goal, and after playing like this for a while, still no one came to the stage.

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

"Professor," he said softly, "From now on, I will also accept the challenge of the fifth graders."

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

In the process of learning magic, the fifth grade is a huge change compared to the fourth grade, because from this year onwards, students will take the .ls exam at the end of the term, which is the 'General Wizarding Level Examination'.

Only when the test scores meet the teacher's standard can the elective of the subject be continued.

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

So, when Sean first proposed to duel with the third and fourth graders, although the others were surprised, they did not lose their composure, but when he said the challenge to the fifth graders, many people couldn't sit still.

All of a sudden, several Nurmengard fifth grade students stood up.

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

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

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

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

Bach Hoffmann, who had been watching coldly on the high platform, was no longer as calm as before, and his expression was now serious.

"Philias Garfield, he's pretty good among fifth graders. He shouldn't have a problem dealing with a second grader."

At this moment, the girl next to him finally showed an expression of interest. She took out a macaron from somewhere and threw it into her mouth. While chewing, she mumbled, "That handsome guy named Wallop is quite interesting~ Hee hee, Bach, don't look at me like that. I like interesting handsome guys, second only to interesting books. And, as I said a long time ago—wait for the results, don't draw conclusions."

Bach Hoffman turned his head with a cold face. This Patricia doesn't know her position at all!

Garfield stepped onto the dueling ring and stared at Sean as if he was facing an enemy. He stood in the circle where Stevenson had been lying down, with broken stones at his feet. While observing the opponent's state, he calculated the gap between the two sides.

The opponent has the same magical power as him, but the number of spells he has mastered should not be as good as his own; he is right-handed, and he habitually lowers his wrists when casting spells; he likes to use his appearance to paralyze his opponents, and likes to hide his real purpose; he needs to pay attention to his mouth shape and wand gestures to judge the real spells;

Looking at the rigorous and serious tall boy opposite, Sean blinked.

He's a little excited now, it's his first time competing against fifth graders, which will really show his level.

Of course—some traps that have been laid long ago can be used as a backup...

"The duel begins!"

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

Silent spell! And the speed is so fast!

It was too late to cast the spell to fight... Xiao En, who made a quick judgment, rolled and avoided the spell.

"Bang!" The spell exploded on the stone slab, and the stones flew.

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

For the first time, there was a scene that made Hogwarts students anxious.

Sean had absolutely no room to fight back. It was very difficult for him to find time to chant spells. The boy named Garfield had mastered a considerable amount of silent spells. It was obviously not a wise choice to forcibly fight back when he couldn't judge the opponent's spells.

Moreover, the speed of the other party's spells was fast and accurate. As the owner of the black walnut wand, he obviously possessed keen intuition and insight. The spells almost brushed against Sean's robe a few times, causing a burst of exclamation.

In the audience, Hermione and Daisy held each other's hands nervously. They looked worriedly at Sean, who was tired of dodging, and their hearts beat faster.

On the stage, Sean also felt tremendous pressure. The opponent was strong and did not underestimate the enemy. He still had no room to fight back.

As expected of Nurmengard's elite, the pressure is really strong... Sean thought out of breath, his physical strength had already begun to decline.

Garfield's strength made many Hogwarts seventh graders a little ashamed. They couldn't help switching places with Sean, and then found with ugly faces~IndoMTL.com~ that they didn't seem to have much room to fight back.

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

On the field, a curse finally touched 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.

Silent binding spell, and its effect is powerful, it will have obvious effect after rubbing it a little... The other party wants to restrict my actions first...

Sean had judged the opponent's purpose, but even though he was clear, he still couldn't fight back.

It's a pity, the frontal confrontation is still a lot worse... Xiao En sighed, and then looked at the opponent.

The location is here...

He stood still and raised his wand.

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