Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 671: Sean, who has mastered the mastery and become stronger crazily
The dark and deep ink formed the image of a man, which was Godric Gryffindor.
He has long hair and a messy beard that almost reaches his chest. It's a little funny to say that he looks like an enlarged version of a goblin.
Of course, the heroic aura of Gryffindor is something that goblins will never possess.
The Gryffindor made of ink was lifelike, but he didn't seem to have any consciousness.
Sean is a little uncertain. This is indeed a place of testing, but neither Dave nor himself has noticed the approaching crisis until now.
This place is deep and strange, but it doesn't seem hostile to itself.
But Sean didn't dare to rush forward, so he could only stand there and carefully observe the ink man and giant squid in front of him.
The giant squid fell limply to the ground after spitting out the ink, and the image reflected on the mirrored ground was completely fixed as a giant squid.
Ink Gryffindor is a living image of Gryffindor reflected on the mirrored floor.
"No, Gryffindor is really not dead, the one in front of him is his Animagus..."
Sean muttered a few words to himself, but the ink Gryffindor in front of him still didn't respond.
No... Sean narrowed his eyes, and he noticed something was wrong.
Ink Gryffindor didn't seem to be moving, but his dark eyes were watching quietly—he was watching Sean.
This discovery made Sean horrified, but he soon noticed that the other party made more obvious movements.
Ink Gryffindor seemed to have finished his observations. He raised his dark head and silently looked at Sean himself.
At the same time, some ink was released from his body, and then gathered into a wand in his hand.
This is... Sean suddenly realized.
The ink Gryffindor in front of him has finished observing, so he sent a duel request to himself?
Sure enough, seeing that Sean hadn't moved, Ink Gryffindor even put on an invitation to a duel.
Being asked to duel politely by a pile of ink...is really weird...
However...
Shawn raised his wand, and he and Ink Gryffindor bowed slowly at the same time, bowing to each other.
"Here we come!"
The moment the two sides raised their heads, Sean keenly discovered an extremely hidden fluctuation of magic power.
This kind of small spell is not applicable in battles, but in one-on-one duels, it can often have very good results.
Sean threw his upper body back almost instinctively, dodging the tripping spell that was cast at an insanely fast speed.
Then, without even giving him a chance to straighten up, the magic fluctuations sprung up like mushrooms after the rain.
"Isn't this too fast?!"
Sean complained and kept dodging in place. Fortunately, he has always had the habit of exercising, otherwise he would be out of breath just to avoid the spell.
Even so, Sean was in a panic.
This is the fastest wizard he has ever seen! Faster than anyone he'd ever seen - including Dumbledore and Grindelwald!
No, the one in front of me is not even a wizard, but an image of a wizard... Ink!
The pressure brought by Ink Gryffindor was terrifying. He used his extremely fast casting speed to attack Sean continuously. At the same time, those small spells often had a coordinated effect—for example, the Mire Curse that Sean dodged in embarrassment just now, and after that he dodged a Flying Curse that targeted his clothes again.
However, even if he dodged the Flying Curse, Ink Gryffindor could immediately change the target of the Flying Curse to the swamp just now—the splashed mud not only obstructed Sean's sight, but also kept interrupting the spell he was silently chanting in his heart.
The opponent didn't use powerful magic spells that could cause immediate damage at all. All he used were small magic spells that could be combined, and the speed was ridiculously fast.
Shawn dodged while calming down the turbulent waves in his heart.
He has no chance to fight back!
Yes, from just now until now, all he has done is only one thing - dodge!
Don't mention killing or controlling the opponent, Xiao En couldn't even release the defensive spell he gave himself - the opponent's spell clearly failed to hit him once, but he could always use the effects of the spell to cooperate with each other to interrupt his silent spellcasting.
Besides the outrageous casting speed, Sean has never seen this kind of cooperation and understanding of various small spells.
He feels now that he is dueling Godric Gryffindor himself, one of the Big Four at Hogwarts!
Suffocating oppressive force... This kind of oppressive force, he only felt from Dumbledore and Grindelwald, even Voldemort could not suppress him like this.
It has nothing to do with the power of the spell, it's pure casting speed and the experience of using the spell.
"Damn—he knows what I'm thinking..." Sean gritted his teeth and broke free from the control of the Flying Curse.
He just tried to force the opponent's small magic spell, and then arranged a more powerful defensive magic, which would give him more breathing space.
However, Ink Gryffindor completely saw through Sean's thoughts, and he kept using the Flying Charm, using this spell as a harmless control spell, without giving him a chance to cast it.
It didn't even feel like a duel anymore, but a game of cat and mouse, and Sean was the mouse scurrying around.
But Sean just frowned tightly. He didn't use any props produced by the system, and he didn't even call out Dave, who had been asking to play.
He can feel that the other party is not malicious...
The other party didn't want to kill him at all, he was just seriously using all his experience to deal with himself.
When Sean gradually discovered this, he also began to realize—this is a kind of teaching in disguise.
He began to find that although he had many spells that showed full proficiency on the system's panel, this proficiency was just that he was almost perfect in casting the spell - it didn't mean that he fully understood the spell.
Similarly, Sean also discovered his own shortcomings in the cooperation between different spells.
More—casting angles, using the remaining effects of the previous spell, and even digging out the side effects of a spell...
Sean does not lack foundation, not to mention the same age group, even if the entire wizarding world is included, there are very few people who can surpass him in terms of spell proficiency and proficiency.
He already possessed the most solid foundation and the greatest magical power. Now, under the demonstration of Ink Gryffindor, Sean was surprised to find that he seemed to understand the opponent's techniques and spellcasting methods very quickly.
Suddenly, there was a feeling of epiphany... Xiao En avoided the combination of the two curses in a bit of embarrassment, but the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.
The exquisite Whirlwind Spell combined with the simplest Levitation Spell cleverly used the fragments caused by the previous Spell to turn it into a powerful stab with a huge range and was difficult to dodge.
Not only are these spell combinations that I can hardly think of, but there are also various strange and unexpectedly easy-to-use spell-casting methods-it turns out that some spells can actually omit a spell-casting action, and the price paid is only a weakening of power.
While constantly dodging, Sean has been staring at all the movements of the black ink man, and at the same time is constantly remembering his spell combinations that can be matched and used back and forth.
Unknowingly, he fell into a strange state.
The world of magic seems to be becoming more and more clear. Those light blue barriers that resemble sea water have turned into a dense network of magic power, and every strand of magic power is helping Sean see the world better.
He was inking Gryffindor spells at a frightening pace.
It's just that what Sean didn't notice was that when he was studying intoxicated, the mirrored floor under his feet showed another Sean.
That Sean closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale, and his skin had a cracked feeling that he couldn't touch.
Shawn in the mirror never opened his eyes, but various expressions kept appearing on his face.
There are crazy laughs, lonely wry smiles, extremely sad cries, extreme indifference and calmness, and unchanging indifference...
Many kinds of expressions are constantly emerging, and when the current appearance of Sean himself is reflected again, the cycle will start from the first maniacal laugh.
But Sean didn't notice anything wrong at all. He was learning spell skills that he never thought of, and he was immersed in an unparalleled magic world.
He has no lack of foundation and strength, only a flash of inspiration.
Another spell struck, and Sean deftly ducked, but this time, he raised his wand.
Inky Gryffindor's next spell came even more quickly, and Shaun's wand had only just been raised - but he smiled.
The spell that was supposed to numb his hands didn't work, and Sean's spell was cast as expected.
A transparent barrier rose around, and Sean cast a defensive spell for the first time in this duel.
It was hard to hide the surprise in his eyes.
Success...
There is no spell in the world that is unsolvable, and although the effect of a combination of spells is more outstanding, it also means that loopholes are easier to find.
Shawn took advantage of the previous opponent's spell, and in the process of rolling and avoiding, his hands were covered with a layer of mud.
Under the protection of the mud, the paralyzing spell issued quickly by the abbreviated version did not work as expected, and Sean successfully used the defensive spell.
It seems simple, but it is one of the parts of the experience he summed up in such a long time just now.
Moreover, he successfully added it to actual combat.
Sean couldn't hide his excitement. He continued to look at Ink Gryffindor, expecting to see more spells.
However, after Sean released the defensive spell, Ink Gryffindor stopped attacking.
"You learned a lot faster than I thought... Well, a lot... Congratulations, you can graduate from me."
Is this the end? Sean lowered his wand-holding hand in disappointment.
These are all the combined use and release skills of small magic spells. I want to learn more about other magic spells... Wait? !
Sean suddenly raised his head to look at the middle-aged man made of jet-black ink, just now...has he spoken? !
"Wait... sir?" Sean couldn't hide his shock.
The ink suddenly disintegrated and returned to the ink sac of the giant squid.
The giant squid waved its flexible tentacles, and the feeling of spinning suddenly came over - the whole world was turned upside down.
Sean looked at the soles of his feet in disbelief, then at his hands.
"This is the world in the mirror floor..."
"Oh, oh, you're so smart—" came a hearty voice.
Shawn looked over and felt his heart stop beating for a few beats.
It was a man with long fiery red hair, long fiery red beard, and a tough and heroic face.
That's the real Godric Gryffindor.
"Merlin's beard... sir? Uh, are you alive now?" Sean looked at the other party in disbelief, then lowered his head to look at his hands, wanting to see if all this was real.
Gryffindor let out a hearty and unrestrained laugh: "Merlin's beard? It sounds like a proverb, but Mr. Merlin was indeed already being eulogized in our day—by the way, there are no such proverbs as Gryffindor's underpants? Also, you can call me Lord Knight."
Sean blinked, recovering from the shock just now, he looked at the other party carefully, and said in amazement: "Okay, my lord knight—I'm sorry to inform you that there are no proverbs about Gryffindor left. After all, Hogwarts has always stood tall. Besides, my lord knight ~IndoMTL.com~ I'm very curious, I can tell that this is not a scene left by magic, nor are you the state of your soul... My question just now?"
Although Sean asked him to call himself "Master Knight", Gryffindor did not have any elegant aristocratic temperament. He sat on the floor quite freely and said with a smile: "Yes, your judgment is very accurate. I am indeed a living Godric Gryffindor."
"Hiss..." Sean still sucked in a breath.
However, he immediately reacted: "That's not right... Your lord knight. I had a conversation with the consciousness left by Ms. Hufflepuff. At the end, she mentioned Mr. Slytherin who parted ways with you at that time, and mentioned your funeral with Ms. Ravenclaw..."
The names of the three old friends dimmed Gryffindor's expression a lot. He pursed his lips, and his eyes showed nostalgia: "Yes, yes... Rowena was the first among us to die, because of her poor and sad daughter... After that, it was me. I was keen on duels since my youth. Even though I was the strongest duelist in the world in the end, I still had injuries on my body, so my lifespan did not last long, but..."
Gryffindor showed a helpless expression, and he spread his hands: "I didn't die... To be precise, I came back from the dead, in a wonderful way."
"Resurrected from the dead?" Sean frowned, and his peripheral vision swept to the bottom of the other party. There should be the real world—and corresponding to Gryffindor, it was a giant squid.
Shawn tentatively asked: "Is it because of the specialness here?"
Gryffindor nodded, and his tone was quite excited: "Who would have thought that an adventure in my youth would open the gate of the underworld for me..."
(End of this chapter)