Stevenson grinned widely. He held a short and thick black pear wood wand, and his whole person showed an astonishing power.
"Get away? That's an insult to my Stevenson name. Come on, Wallop, let me see your magic!"
The warrior-like Stevenson lowered his body slightly, pointed his magic spell 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 raised a little.
I just need a brave man...
A reckless man who will be completely crushed by me!
After Obscurus lodged in Sean's body, except for him to wake him up, this guy had been sleeping and then restored his magic power.
The host of Obscurus is completely different from other parasitic magical animals in the magic world. Not only its form, but its magic source will also be hosted in Sean's body, and its power can be converted into Sean's magic output!
The dark power in his body was spinning wildly, and the huge power spread from the source to Sean's arms and fingertips.
Sean could almost feel the wail of his elm wand, the heartstring core of the fiery fire dragon moaning happily.
Not only is it a huge strength, Sean even has to do a test during this tense duel moment.
That is, what kind of power can a completely unskilled ancient magic spell show under the huge magic output?
The tip of Sean's staff slowly outlined an ancient rune symbol in the void. This was an ancient magic that he practiced with all his strength, which came from the young Grindelwald!
"Helios Oculus (Brilliant Flame)."
His wand trembled slightly, but there was no movement.
Just when everyone looked puzzled, suddenly, the temperature in the classroom rose crazily!
The scorching heat wave swept through every corner like a pervasive strong wind. In just a moment, the unspeakable heat filled the surface of everyone's skin, and even beads of sweat began to fall from their foreheads.
But they had no time to wipe away the sweat. The students' eyes widened in disbelief.
In the center of the stone platform, at the tip of Sean's staff, a fire phoenix made entirely of golden dazzling flames slowly spread its wings.
"唳——" A high-pitched chirping sound resounded throughout the space.
Then, under everyone's horrified gaze, the fire phoenix swept through a terrifying wave of fire and rushed straight towards Stevenson on the opposite side.
Before the fire phoenix arrived, the tips of Stevenson's hair had turned yellow and curled, and his lips had become dry and flaky in a short period of time, making it difficult to breathe.
"Ha - this is what I want..." Stevenson showed an excited expression and murmured to himself.
He raised his wand and fought back!
A wave of fire swept over, and Professor Goodman's pupils at the side suddenly shrank.
He waved his wand before he could speak, and the railings at the edge of the stone platform emitted a light blue light. The light quickly formed a strong protective shield that enveloped Stevenson.
"Boom -" There was no huge sound, only waves of fire rising into the sky.
The golden flame exploded, and the flame completely engulfed Stevenson. The phoenix turned into a crimson fire and rushed around, and was finally stopped by the light emitted by the railing and finally rushed to the ceiling.
"This guy..." Several students' lips moved, as if they were trying to find some adjectives, but in the end nothing came out.
"Where are the Stevenson people?" The flames in the venue have not completely dissipated, and the scene cannot be clearly seen.
"Won't you be burned to death?"
"Stop joking, the professor is here, and Stevenson is very strong, okay?"
"That's right...that curse, that curse..." A student wanted to say that Sean's divine fire spell might be just a show, but in the end he couldn't say it out loud.
The power of the flames just now was too terrifying.
Finally, the fire light dissipated, and on the stone platform, the intact Sean was standing there with a frown on his face.
He's fine...what about Stevenson?
The students quickly looked in the other direction.
The place where Stevenson originally stood had turned into a terrible burnt black, and a blackened figure fell in the circle. The original surface of the stone slab could still be vaguely seen in the circle.
Professor Goodman, who looked solemn, was squatting next to the charred figure, with soft white light constantly shining from the tip of his wand.
That pile of coke...is it Stevenson?
The students in the audience swallowed their saliva and looked at Sean in horror. His figure was not tall, but he was extremely scary at the moment.
Only Sean was dissatisfied. Although the power of the Divine Fire Spell was considerable, in comparison, he input the huge magic power of himself and Obscurus, but the effect was appallingly low.
"Merlin, sir... is my talent for runes completely hopeless?" Sean cursed inwardly with some annoyance.
His proficiency in the Divine Fire Curse barely reached 500, but the efficiency of magic conversion was far behind compared to other magic spells!
Sean was very dissatisfied.
He didn't pay attention to the silent Stevenson. He knew all too well the power of his spell.
If his rune talent can reach a normal level of about five points, the power of this spell will increase exponentially. The current divine fire spell partially offsets the spell issued by the other party, and Goodman even took action to protect him.
, that is to say, it looks scary, and at most it is a serious burn. This injury can be cured in a month in the infirmary.
The half-crouched Goodman finally stopped chanting. He breathed a sigh of relief. After waving his hands, the medical team hurriedly rushed in and carried Stevenson away.
"Shaun Wallop wins..." He glanced at the other party with complicated eyes.
How can a second-year wizard...a second-year...master such a high-level ancient magic? Although his outline of rune symbols is jerky and rough, it is real ancient magic!
If Sean knew what the expressionless Professor Goodman was thinking, he would definitely mutter secretly: The ancient magic you just demonstrated is already on my system panel, but the proficiency level is also 0...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Goodman stood up straight and looked at Sean with a strange look in his eyes.
"Professor, is he okay?" Sean asked with concern.
Even though I know that my curse is not fatal, I still have to pretend now.
"You can't die, but you have to lie down for a while," Goodman said slowly, "Mr. Wallop, what a wonderful spell..."
Listening to the other party's toneless words, Sean couldn't figure out what Professor Goodman was thinking for a while. He could only blink his eyes innocently: "I'm just trying..."
To Sean's surprise, Professor Goodman did not scold him at all. He just said: "Excellent performance, no wonder you are so confident. But, Wallop, do you want to continue your free duel?"
"Well, that's okay 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 the promise I made at the beginning, but the power of the ancient magic is too amazing.
If students keep coming into the infirmary, it will be too busy, and..."
Sean suspected that he had seen it wrong. Professor Goodman seemed to smile?
"Besides, if you keep using this curse, no one will be willing to duel with you."
"Oh, I understand, professor." Sean nodded.
He has two purposes for this duel, one is to exercise his actual combat ability, and the other is to show his strength. Although the students of Nurmengard have a bad impression of themselves, they all come to this school for the same reason.
:Advocate strength.
If you want to form an organization, you must first show your strength. Only then can the smell of blood attract the hyenas.
However, Sean's magic spell may be too effective. Even though they have promised not to use ancient magic again, no one from Nurmengard's students has come forward.
Fourth-grade students 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.
Who knows what other tricks this guy has hidden?
Sean kicked the rocks under his feet towards the charred ground, using the light-colored circle as a 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 will also accept the challenge of fifth grade students."
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar immediately.
In the process of learning magic, fifth grade is a huge change compared to fourth grade, because starting from this year, students will take the O.W.Ls exam at the end of the semester, which is the 'Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination'.
Only when the test scores meet the standards of the instructor can you continue to take elective courses in this 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 grade students, although others were surprised, they were not too upset. However, as soon as he said the challenge to the fifth grade students, many people couldn't sit still.
All of a sudden, several fifth grade students from Nurmengard 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 look aroused the anger of a group of people, and the proud Nurmengarde even took a step forward together.
After a lot of debate, finally, a fifth-grade student was elected, and he was recognized by most people.
Bach Hoffmann, who had been watching with cold eyes from the high platform, lost his previous calmness, and his expression was now serious.
"Phyleas Garfield is quite strong among fifth graders. He shouldn't be a problem against a second grade brat."
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. While chewing it, she said vaguely: "That handsome guy named Wallop is quite interesting."
Yeah~ Hee hee, Bach, don’t look at me like that, I like interesting handsome guys, second only to interesting books. And, I’ve said it a long time ago - don’t make any conclusions until the results come out.”
Bach Hoffman turned his head away with a cold expression. This Patricia didn't know her position at all!
Garfield stepped onto the duel stage and stared at Sean as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He stood in the circle where Stevenson once lay down, with scattered stones at his feet. While observing the opponent's condition, he
The difference between the two sides was calculated.
The opponent has the same huge magic power as him, but the number of magic spells he masters is not as good as his own; he is right-handed, and habitually lowers his wrist when chanting magic spells; he likes to use superficial appearances to paralyze his opponents, and likes to hide his true nature
Purpose; you need to pay attention to his mouth shape and wand gestures to determine the real spell; at the same time, since you can master ancient magic, it proves that you have a wide range of knowledge, and some of your own little magic spells may not have the expected effect.
, and may even be used in reverse by him.
Looking at the tall boy who was strict and serious across from him, Sean blinked.
He is a little excited now. He will compete with fifth graders for the first time, which will truly show his level.
Of course - some traps laid long ago can be used as backup...
"The duel begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Garfield's twelve-inch black walnut wand flashed with light.
Silent spell! And it’s so fast!
There was no time to cast a magic spell to fight... Sean, who made a quick judgment, rolled to avoid the magic spell.
"Bang!" The magic spell exploded on the stone slab, and rocks flew everywhere.
What a powerful force! Sean caught a glimpse of this scene with his peripheral vision and immediately moved faster.
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Sean had absolutely no room to fight back. It was difficult for him to even find time to recite the spell. The boy named Garfield had mastered a considerable number of silent spells. Without being able to judge the opponent's spell, it was obviously not wise to force a confrontation.
s Choice.
Moreover, the other party's spells were fast and accurate. As the owner of the black walnut wand, he obviously had keen intuition and insight. Several spells narrowly missed Sean's robe, arousing the excitement.
A burst of exclamation.
In the audience, Hermione and Daisy nervously held each other's hands. They looked worriedly at Sean, who was tired of avoiding, and their hearts beat faster.
On the stage, Sean also felt tremendous pressure. The opponent was strong and did not underestimate the opponent. He still had no room to fight back.
As expected of the elite of Nurmengard, the pressure is so strong... Sean thought breathlessly, his physical strength had begun to decline.
Garfield's strength put many seventh-year students at Hogwarts to shame. They couldn't help but switch places between themselves and Sean, and then realized with ugly faces that they didn't seem to have much room to fight back.
"Ah! Be careful!" a girl exclaimed.
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 a little heavier.
A silent binding spell, and the effect is powerful. It has obvious effects after being rubbed a little... The other party wants to restrict my movements first...
Sean judged the other party's purpose, but even though he knew it clearly, he still couldn't fight back.
It's a pity that a head-on confrontation is still far behind... Sean sighed, and then looked at the opponent.