I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Grindelwald is really an unscrupulous person, the Dark Lord has said it all... Sean shook his head with a laugh, the old man's brain circuit is really not understandable to him.

However, it's nice to have a private space... Sean picked up the key and glanced at it, this thing seems to be quite old.

Well, there's a note on the key?

Sean grabbed the small note and glanced at it.

"In order to ensure that your potion will not be disturbed, I specially added a lock, isn't it very considerate?"

Pfft... Sean couldn't help laughing out loud.

Grindelwald is really interesting after getting along for a long time.

...

The next day, the atmosphere in Nurmengard Castle was completely different, and Sean received countless attention, of course, not the kind of respect.

The students in Nurmengard were roughly divided into two groups. One group was extremely displeased with Sean, but this dissatisfaction could only be reflected on their faces—the lower grades did not dare to do anything to Sean, while the upper grades did not dare to do anything to Sean. It's hard to pull this face off again.

In the final analysis, Sean is only in the second grade. In the duel last night, he took the initiative to ask to compete with the senior students. It is easy to talk about it after playing, but if he makes some small moves in private, he will lose all his face.

The other group is not so hostile to Sean. They entered Nurmengard for stronger power, and Sean, who has shown his strength, has been recognized.

As for reaching out to Sean, it's not yet time. On the one hand, Sean's strength has not reached the point of crushing, and on the other hand, the two schools are different after all.

But as long as this situation continues, Sean feels that someone may want to come to know him actively.

Life in Nurmengard continues, and after the early days, Hogwarts students are becoming more and more accustomed to the hectic and rigorous study atmosphere here. Teenagers are always adaptable.

Sean, on the other hand, has become a celebrity in the classroom. Professors always like to call him up to answer questions, and demonstrative spells will let him shoot - of course, Sean who performs perfectly will always get a good bonus. point.

This made many Nurmengard students feel sour. They felt that the professor was a little bit partial to Sean now.

Sean suspects that this is Grindelwald's gesture. The old man never hides his partiality. He likes to act in his own way, and other people's ideas are not in his consideration.

Although such behavior is a bit...well, "unfair"? But Sean, who really got the benefit, silently accepted it.

Of course, those with vested interests will not take the initiative to harm their own interests.

"Wallup, take it." In the herbal class that just ended, Sean was left behind.

Herbology professor Arta Mistertin threw a glass bottle of dark purple liquid over it.

"Professor, is this?"

"The flower dew of the poisonous iris, I mentioned it in the last class."

"I know, Professor, but why give it to me?" Sean wondered.

Mistertin is a rickety old man with almost lost hair. Whenever he talks, he gasps for breath, his apple muscles sagging due to age swaying, shaking with age spots on it.

"What does this thing do?" His voice was sharp and hoarse.

"It can be used to brew the poison potion, or used alone, because the poisonous iris can absorb the toxins in the natural environment, so its flower dew is not only highly poisonous, but also neutralizes the toxins of other herbs." Knowing the other party's purpose, but Sean recited it again.

Mistertin showed a shriveled smile with few teeth: "That's right... So the flower dew of the poisonous iris has another purpose."

"What?" This is not mentioned in the book.

"Neutralize the poison of the failed potion. Except for certain potions, the poisonous iris can be regarded as the universal antidote of the failed potion - as long as you drink a drop of the rhizome of the poisonous iris after that. ."

"But no one will drink the failed potion... oh..." Sean said this habitually, but he quickly reacted.

Failed potions are not for no one to drink. For example, Mr. MacDonald, a potions professor in Nurmengard, would drink them—sometimes he would let students drink the potions they brewed themselves in order.

According to him, this is a way of teaching that can make students remember.

Obviously, not every student can guarantee that the potion can be successfully brewed - in Nurmengard for so many days, three students have been sent to the infirmary with foaming at the mouth...

Professor Macdorf might have foamed thirteen times, but he swallowed it every time...and he was fine.

If I remember correctly, the next class seems to be coming to the order of my own medicine... Sean was still worried before, whether his sad magic medicine talent will kill him...

Mistertin rudely shoved another glass bottle into Sean's arms: "This is rhizome exudate. You did a good job in the last class, and you helped me tame the liontail vine. This is a gift."

Lion-tailed vines are magical animals of plants. These carnivorous plants are very violent. During the last class, there was a riot, and then Sean glanced at them - all of a sudden, he was more obedient than Dave.

Sean was not polite. He put away the two glass bottles: "Thank you then, Professor Mistertin."

"Well, **** off, next time you have time, come and help me appease the group of lion-tailed vines-that group of ghosts, if they weren't poisonous, I would have set them on fire long ago!"

Yes, liontail vines secrete venom from their feeding mouths, which is the main purpose of Professor Mistertin's breeding.

The eccentric professor famously said, "A plant without poison is a vegetable."

After saying goodbye to the impatient Professor Mistertin, Sean joined Hermione Daisy who was waiting outside, and the three walked towards the basement floor together.

Nurmengard's learning environment is good, but there is no opportunity to practice magic spells in private. It happened that Grindelwald provided a quiet room, which became a practice space for three people.

Students are not allowed to enter the ground floor. There are no gates or guards on the entrance stairs. However, if someone sneaks in, they will soon be caught and locked up.

Sean naturally didn't have to worry about this. He and the two girls walked through the long and eerie corridor and opened a door at the end with the key.

The decoration of the room is a very ordinary magic spell training classroom. There is a stone door in the far corner. After opening, it can be used to store Animagus' potions. Valley

Sean tried once, as long as the door was closed, it was pitch black inside and couldn't hear anything from outside.

"Although I've been here a few times, I have to say that the basement floor must have been a prison in the past!" Hermione said as she put down her schoolbag.

Bingo~ You guessed it right, the basement floor used to be used to hold prisoners.

Sean sat on the soft cushion, and he opened the book and said, "At least it's quiet here, and no one will disturb us."

Daisy flipped the jade piece in her mouth (no one could hold back), she held her cheek in one hand and turned her wand in the other, and said in a glutinous voice, "Sean, it's almost a month?"

"Well," Sean nodded, "it depends on luck."

His upper jaw was tightly attached to a mandrake leaf. For so many days, he had become completely accustomed to the presence of the leaf, and it may have been dipped in saliva, and the pungent smell on the leaf was getting worse and worse. Light, now there is basically only a little bit of bitterness left.

The full moon will be three days away, and if there are no dark clouds by then, Sean will complete the first steps of the Animagos.

Hermione licked the jade piece in her mouth like Daisy. She looked at Sean and said suspiciously, "Sean, I actually have a problem all the time."

"Ok?"

"Why are you so obsessed with the practice of Animagus? This magic takes a long time to work and is too advanced, and it often depends on luck. The most important thing is that even if you become an Animagus, you will There is no way to gain great power - we can only become ordinary animals, can't we? It's not like your style."

"This question...you're right, it really doesn't look like I'm pursuing a practical style. However, why..." Sean raised his head and thought for a while, "It's a feeling, I seem to be born to like shapeshifters. Magic, I always feel that the most profound aspects of Transfiguration will bring different changes to wizards. Similarly, I also like all kinds of animals, and it would be better if I could experience it myself."

"And," he smiled, "My first intuitive insight into the wonder of magic is Professor McGonagall's Animagus. This is probably a seed and obsession?"

"While great power is fascinating, at times, I prefer the wonder of magic itself—well, isn't it odd for a pragmatist to say that?"

Daisy on the side tilted her head, her beautiful big eyes twinkling.

"Sean," the girl's voice was soft and sweet, "you look so good when you talk seriously and then smile."

"Oh...Thank you for your compliment, Daisy." Sean, who has always been thick-skinned, was blushed by the girl, and he didn't expect Daisy to be so straightforward.

Hermione blew the bangs on her forehead angrily: "Daisy, take away your nympho, Mr. Wallup is already inflated enough."

"I have to refute you, Hermione," Sean sat sternly. "First of all, Daisy is not a nympho, she just compliments her friend in a friendly way, and second, I am not inflated, I have always been humble!"

"Modesty? This?" Hermione picked up the notebook he had spread out in front of him.

"The main points and taboos about creating your own spells—" She read it out, then glared at Sean, "While practicing the most dangerous and profound shape-shifting magic, you still need to create your own spells? Sean, you Do you think you're not dying fast enough?"

"It's not that serious, Hermione," Sean spread his hands helplessly. "This thing is in the library in Nurmengard. Although books are not allowed to be borrowed, they prove that students can learn by themselves."

"The Nurmengard library management also has "The History of Dark Magic" and "Hundred Applications of Torment and Curse"! I can't believe that these books are not in the forbidden area!" Hermione said angrily.

"Oh, Hermione," Daisy raised her hand, "Nurmengard Library doesn't have a restricted area."

"Thank you for the reminder! But if you dare to read those books, I'll... I'll take away all the notes I sent you!"

"Sorry! I was wrong!"

Hermione is like an irritable little lion. She is keen on reading and has seen many materials that should be banned in the Nurmengard Library. The key is that my classmates and friends even went to see it.

This made Hermione, who knew the horror of black magic, not very happy.

"It's just a reference to learn, if you encounter a dark wizard in the future, it will be easy to deal with." Sean comforted her, although he himself mastered dozens of black magic.

Hermione ignored him. After a lifetime of sulking, she returned to normal: "Promise me, Sean, Daisy, you won't touch those black magic, okay?"

Sean and Daisy looked at each other, and then nodded seriously: "Don't worry, our main attack direction is the curse and Animagus."

Hermione let out a long breath: "Practice well then."

The girl's temper came and went quickly, and Sean didn't know why Hermione had become so sensitive these days. Could it be that relatives are here?

Sean, who was not ready to get lucky, looked down at his notes. Some books in the library were not allowed to be borrowed, so Sean copied some materials down~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He was not ready to try to create his own magic now. mantras, but some of the knowledge mentioned in these materials is of great benefit to mastering mantras.

After the spell talent was improved, Sean devoted part of his energy to the study of spells.

Now, most of the spells he learned before have reached the second-level proficiency, and the casting speed and accuracy have been greatly improved. The only pity is that Sean has no more sources to learn new spells.

The professors aren't moving too fast, and there aren't many spells to learn in the library. The spells of the modern wizarding world are all improved, those old spells are not much worth learning, and the more advanced ancient magic requires the use of runes.

Sean's ancient rune talent... let's not talk about it...

So, he now has a small direction. Instead of creating your own spells, try to improve them, or in other words, change some of the effects of a spell.

Sean currently has a small idea about the Levitation Charm. The inspiration came from what Professor Flitwick taught in his first-grade class.

While they were learning the Levitation Spell, Professor Flitwick kept emphasising the pronunciation, and he gave an example from "Standard Spells - Elementary".

"Distraction while casting a spell can lead to painful side effects - remember the wizard Balufeo who said 'f' to 's' and found himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest. "

Just by changing one pronunciation, the spell that controlled the floating of the object turned out to be an accidental summoning spell.

Sean thought it was interesting.

If he can really figure out the principle, can he improve a 'Bison Summoning Floating Charm'?

Smashing each other to death with a herd of bison is very exciting to think about!