I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

If Transfiguration and various magic spells mean people's pursuit of wonderful abilities, then flying must be the most primitive dream of mankind.

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

Why didn't I notice such a practical and cool spell before... Sean scratched his head and was a little puzzled. He clicked on the detailed interface and found the difference between this spell.

Flying Spell (Transfiguration + Black Magic) Lv0: Proficiency 1/10000

Sean opened his mouth in surprise. This was the first time he saw a spell that combined two types of magic, and according to the proficiency requirements, it could be judged that this spell was not small.

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

In The Magic of Quidditch, one of the most popular books among Hogwarts students, the first page reads:

So far, wizards have not devised any spells that would allow them to fly in human form without the aid of any tools. Those few Animagus can enjoy flying when transformed into winged animals, but they are few and far between. 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 when they fly. Drifting through the air is commonplace, but our ancestors weren't content with just hovering five feet above the ground, they wanted to fly higher. They want to fly freely like birds, but they don't want the trouble of growing feathers on their bodies.

As an unrecorded fire dragon Animagus in history, Sean didn't enjoy the fun of flying. The fire dragon's fleshy wings cannot support such a huge body and soar in the air when instigated. The main thing is to rely on the fire dragon itself. magic.

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

And this kind of flying spell is obviously well hidden by him. In Sean's impression, on the original timeline, it seems that only Voldemort and Snape have mastered this kind of spell - the latter is most likely the former. taught.

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

Luckily, my Transfiguration and Black Magic talents are pretty good - it's up to you, Flying Spell!

Sean raised an eyebrow in satisfaction.

Voldemort's Soul Fragment didn't bring his flying spell proficiency, but at least brought the details of casting it.

Sean, desperate for a quick way to move, immediately plunged into learning, not just for flying, but 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 whether his brain is abnormal or not, but there is really nothing to say about the talent of the curse... Sean unconsciously sighed.

The flying spell was born out of some kind of top black magic. Voldemort added the levitation spell, polymorphism, galloping spell, windproof spell, mutant armor spell, as well as his own created spells, and these spells were perfectly blended together.

When a wizard is proficient in this spell, he can not only gain extremely fast flying speed, but also be able to use wind to accelerate, and even gain a certain defensive ability when turning into a flying state.

The only downside is that flying spells still belong to the category of black magic. However, because of the combination of polymorphism, the negative emotions required are not too many - you need to maintain a special "arrogant" state when casting flying spells.

According to Sean's understanding, this kind of "arrogance" is not the same as the literal meaning. The object of the curser's contempt is the gravity of this land...

"The current target, at least successfully cast the flying spell within a week." Sean made a plan for himself.

With Sean's talent, this level of black magic or polymorphism does not require such a long practice time just to cast it smoothly, but the type of flying spell is special, especially the part of fusion polymorphism that needs to be handled carefully - Sean But I don't want to turn into a lamp **** whose lower body is smoke before I can fly.

Even with such an expectation, the difficulty of practicing the flying spell was beyond Sean's expectations.

Just the initial magic operation is quite tedious, and in the initial transformation part, Sean almost had an accident. If it wasn't for his abnormal transfiguration talent that gave him a keen intuition that was different from ordinary people, I'm afraid Sean wouldn't be able to use his legs to walk in the future.

This is what Professor McGonagall has been emphasizing: always maintain awe of Transfiguration.

After all, successful transformation requires magic power to maintain, and the magic power will return to its original shape after the magic power disappears; while the great failure of the transformation technique is permanent, the loser's body will no longer flow the magic power that will gradually weaken, and the failed transformation magic power will become a one-time A terrible 'consumable' of sex, it will cause permanent distortion to the loser, and even worse, it will turn into a monster - there is no record of being completely transformed into a monster until now.

However, the initial difficulties, Sean, passed by without any danger. With enough caution, excellent talent, and a little bit of luck, finally, on the seventh day of practicing the flying spell, Sean successfully achieved own goals.

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

"This spell is much better than a broom..." Sean, who was a little excited, flew under the moonlight to his heart's content, and the dark night became his best cover-although in Nurmengard it was no longer possible. Any professor would punish a sophomore named Sean Wallup for breaking the curfew.

Sean flew in mid-air for a while, and then quickly fell back. He turned into a dense cloud of gray-black smoke and fell on the terrace. Then the smoke dissipated, and Sean, who had recovered his body, stood firmly on the slate. above the ground.

"The flow of magic power is still smooth, there is no sequelae of failure of deformation, and the negative emotions brought by black magic can be completely suppressed... The consumption of magic power is not small. If it is an ordinary second-year student, it is estimated that he will have to change back after ten minutes. I myself The magic power can last for about 30 to 40 minutes... The speed is very fast, much faster than when I became a fire dragon, and also much faster than the fastest broomstick on the market - Nimbus 2001... Among them The effect of the fusion windproof spell is quite excellent, and it is estimated that the hairstyle will not be messed up when it hits the ground..."

After summing up the effect and consumption of the flying spell, Sean was quite satisfied. This week, except for a gathering at the Golden Dawn, he spent all his spare time on flying spells. So far, it's worth the money.

"However, there are still many areas that can be strengthened..." Sean habitually raised his chin again and thought.

"The speed of turning into smoke and incarnation can be further enhanced; the magic power used for transformation can save the next part; turning the whole body into black fog requires higher proficiency and more caution; when flying, you need to strengthen the sense of direction, Nearly hit the tower a few times just now..."

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

No loss, no loss...

However, Sean's good mood could not be maintained for twenty-four hours.

The next day after class, Sean led Hermione and Daisy toward the club assembly room. Unexpectedly, just after opening the door, he saw an uninvited guest.

And it's someone Sean never thought of.

Fabien Aiken.

Sean and the others arrived a while earlier, and the other members of Golden Dawn had not yet arrived. In the classroom, Fabian Aiken was sitting in a wheelchair with one arm hanging, with several attendants beside him.

Aiken looked like he was injured 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 looking at Sean who had just pushed in the door with cold eyes.

"Wallup..." he said slowly, his voice full of resentment and gloom.

"Has no one taught you the most basic upbringing? Aiken—sir." Sean glanced at the other side's servants, then stopped Hermione and Daisy at the door.

Aiken hooked the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile, but Sean, who was more ruthless, would give him a chance to speak.

"Stop, Mr. Aiken..." Sean showed a perfect, impeccable gentleman's smile, "Do you want to imitate me? My father is the head of a famous French pure-blood family? Wait, looking at your expression, let me think about it—"

"Wallup—" Aiken's tone grew colder.

Sean ignored him and continued: "So! So! After this--what shameful thing happened, you still have the face to return to Nurmengard? It seems that you have done a lot of psychological construction during this time? For example, the future rulers must let go of their failures, such as falling down and getting up quickly to be a real noble? If nothing else, the thickness of your cheeks amazes me, Aiken-sir."

"You really have sharp teeth, but you made a mistake. I've already gone through those. Will I still be angry because of your rude and weak words?" Contrary to Sean's expectations, Aiken was really only slightly With a smile, there is no more frizz that is easily triggered by anger.

The change in mentality was good, but it helped him get rid of it once... Sean curled his lips secretly, but did not let go of the sarcasm in his mouth.

"Sometimes, your explanation is to cover up~"

Aiken ignored his sarcasm and just slowly pushed the wheelchair without even glancing at the wand in Sean's hand.

I really want to throw a curse in the past... Sean narrowed 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 and whispered in a whisper that only he could hear: "You're smart, you didn't do it to me, Wallup, and you know I'm not going to do it to you..."

"My temper is not stable, I suggest you be careful." Sean's smile was not deformed in any way.

"It's only in the second grade, this mentality alone is worth taking seriously..." Aiken licked his lips, "Ha, you must be thinking what I'm here for, right? Threatening words like us People are useless-"

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

"You're still taunting, that means—you're worried, you're afraid..." Aiken narrowed his eyes excitedly and leaned closer, "Wallup, when you held your broken club, I made it clear Do you think I'm here for this to tell others not to participate?"

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

Aiken's eyes were like a smooth, scaleless poison that was about to penetrate into his body. The coldness contained in it was in the deepest depths, and only those who faced it directly could feel the resentment and viciousness in it.

"I see, Wallup..." Aiken sighed in satisfaction, "Ha-ha-I know it's you, Wallup, the person who kidnapped me that day, I'm accurate I know, it's you..."

He looked at Sean's expressionless face and smiled 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 hands and feet to be exposed so soon, and the other party will not get any news from the castle of Nurmengard, and he has left the Dark Mark of the Death Eaters before to confuse the public.

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

There are traitors among the Death Eaters!

But there is nothing to be shocked by, this broken organization has not many people's hearts, and there are still a lot of two or five children...

If you think about it carefully, you can see that the traitor's defector is not Grindelwald or Dumbledore, but the forces of other countries, such as the French Society for the Protection of Wizards' Rights.

And Aiken's attitude proves another point. The fact that Sean Wallup is Voldemort has not been revealed. The traitor should just give a message - the person who did Aiken's vote was Sean.

The Aikens were used as gunmen to try out Voldemort or Sean...

The whole thing suddenly got interesting...

Aiken didn't understand Sean's slightly changed face~www.wuxiamtl.com~ On the contrary, he was very satisfied with the expressionless expression of the person in front of him.

"I didn't expect it, Wallop? Did you think you did it flawlessly? Ha, I caught you."

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

"Hey...you talk about it," Sean turned the wand in a beautiful twist, and he looked down at the other party, "you can't lose your mind just because you've suffered a major blow, can you Aiken family be able to take the lead before wronging a good person? Take care of the mentally ill at home?"

The two knew that it was one thing, but admitting it was another, and Sean wouldn't leave such a handle for others to catch.

In the face of Sean's denial, Aiken's face turned morbidly ruddy, he laughed hoarsely, and there was heavy anger in his small voice: "Wallup, don't think that having a Grindelwald behind you is enough I can do whatever I want—my injury, my father's hand, I'll get it back, ha—wait, wait..."