Chapter 215 "Bison Summoning Levitation Spell"?

Grindelwald is really an unscrupulous person. The Dark Lord said these words... Sean shook his head with a smile. This old man's brain circuit was really beyond his comprehension.

However, it would be nice to have a private space... Sean picked up the key and took a look at it. This thing seemed to be quite old.

Well, there's a note on the key?

Sean took off the small piece of paper and took a look 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 but laugh out loud.

Grindelwald, this old man, is really interesting after getting along with him for a long time.

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

The students in Nurmengard are roughly divided into two groups. One group is extremely unhappy with Sean, but this dissatisfaction can only be reflected on their faces - the junior students do not dare to do anything to Sean, while the upper class students It’s hard to pull off this face.

After all, Sean is only a second-year student. In the duel last night, he took the initiative to compete with the senior students. It was okay after he got on the court, but if he did some small tricks in private, he would really lose his face.

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

As for reaching out to Sean, that's not the time yet. On the one hand, Sean's strength is not enough to crush him, 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 take the initiative to get to know him.

Life in Nurmengard is still going on, and after passing the early days, the students at Hogwarts are becoming more and more accustomed to the busy and rigorous learning atmosphere here. Teenagers are always very adaptable.

And Sean has become a celebrity in the classroom. The professors always like to call him up to answer questions, and the demonstrative spell will make him take action. Of course, Sean, who performs perfectly, will always get good bonuses. point.

This made many Nurmengard students feel sour. They felt that the professor now favored Sean.

Sean suspected that this was Grindelwald's signal. The old man never concealed his partiality. He liked to act in his own way, and other people's thoughts were not within his scope of consideration.

Although such behavior is somewhat...well, "unfair"? But Sean, who actually benefited from it, silently accepted it.

Of course, those with vested interests will not actively harm their own interests.

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

Alta Mistertin, the professor of herbal medicine, threw a glass bottle containing a dark purple liquid over.

"Professor, what is this?"

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

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

Mistertin is an old man with a stooped figure and almost all his hair. Whenever he speaks, he will gasp, and the apple muscles that have drooped due to age will sway, with the age spots on them shaking.

"What is the purpose of this thing?" His voice was sharp and hoarse.

"It can be used to brew poisonous potions, or used alone. Because poisonous iris can absorb toxins in the natural environment, its flower dew is not only highly toxic, but can also neutralize the toxins of other herbs." Although it is not He knew the other party's purpose, but Sean still recited it.

Mistertin showed a wizened smile with few teeth: "That's right... so the dew of the Poisonous Iris has another use."

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

"Neutralizes the toxins of failed potions. Except for specific potions, Iris Poisonous Heart can be called a universal antidote for failed potions - as long as you drink a drop of Iris Poisonous Heart's rhizome exudate afterwards. .”

"But no one will drink a failed potion... Oh..." Sean said this habitually, but he quickly realized it.

Not everyone will drink failed potions. For example, Mr. Macduff, the potion professor in Nurmengard, will drink it - sometimes he will also let the students drink the potions he brewed in order.

According to him, this is a teaching method that can make students remember it deeply.

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

Professor Macduff probably foamed at the top of his lungs thirteen times, but he swallowed it every time...and was still fine.

If I remember correctly, it seems that the next class is almost time for my potion testing sequence... Sean was still worried before, whether his sad potion talent would kill him...

Mistertin roughly thrust another glass bottle into Sean's arms: "This is rhizome exudate. You did well in the last class, and you also helped me tame the lion's tail vine. This is considered a gift."

Lion's tail vines are magical animals of the plant type. These carnivorous plants are very violent. During the last class, one of them made a riot, and then Sean looked at it twice - he was suddenly more obedient than Dave.

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

"Well, get lost. Next time you have time, come and help me appease those lion-tail vines - those ghosts, if they weren't poisonous, I would have set them all on fire!"

Yes, the feeding mouth of lion's tail vines secretes venom, which is the main purpose of Professor Mistertin's breeding of them.

The eccentric professor famously said: "A plant that is not poisonous is a vegetable."

After saying goodbye to the impatient Professor Mistertin, Sean met up with Hermione Daisy who was waiting outside, and the three of them walked towards the underground floor together.

The learning environment in Nurmengard is good, but there are no opportunities to practice spells in private. Grindelwald happened to provide a quiet room, which became a practice space for the three of them.

Students are not allowed to enter the basement level. There are no gates or guards on the entrance stairs, but if someone sneaks in, they will soon be caught and put in solitary confinement.

Of course, Sean didn't have to worry about this. He and the two girls walked through the long and gloomy corridor and used the key to open a door at the end.

The room is decorated like a very ordinary magic training classroom. There is a stone door in the corner. After opening, it can be used to store Animagus's magic potion.

Sean tried it once. As long as the door is closed, it will be dark inside and no sound from outside can be heard.

"Although I have been here several times, I must say that the underground floor must have been a prison in the past!" Hermione said, putting down her schoolbag.

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

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

Daisy was pouring pieces of jade in her mouth (no one could hold back). She held her cheek with one hand and twirled her wand with the other, and said in a waxy voice: "Sean, it's been almost a month, right?"

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

The roof of his mouth was pressed tightly against a mandrake blade. Over the past few days, he had become completely accustomed to the existence of the blade, and probably because it had been stained with saliva, the overpowering smell on the blade was getting stronger and stronger. It's light, now basically only a little bit of bitterness remains.

There will be a full moon in three days, and if there are no dark clouds by then, Sean will have completed the first steps of the Animagus.

Hermione was licking the jade piece in her mouth like Daisy. She looked at Sean and said doubtfully: "Sean, actually I have been having a problem."

"Um?"

"Why are you so obsessed with practicing Animagus? This magic takes a long time to take effect and is too profound. In many cases, it depends on luck. The most important thing is that even if you become an Animagus, you can't Unable to gain great power - we can only become ordinary animals, right? That's not like your style."

"This question... you are right, this is indeed not like my pursuit of practical style. But why..." Sean raised his head and thought for a moment, "It feels like I am born to like transformation. Regarding magic, I always feel that learning 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."

"Moreover," he smiled, "the first time I intuitively experienced the wonder of magic was Professor McGonagall's Animagus. Is this probably a seed and obsession?"

"Although powerful power is fascinating, sometimes, I prefer the wonder of magic itself - well, is it weird for a pragmatist to say this?"

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

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

"Oh... thank you for your compliment, Daisy." Sean, who had always been thick-skinned, was made red-faced by the girl. He didn't expect Daisy to be so straightforward.

Hermione blew the bangs on her forehead angrily: "Daisy, rein in your nymphomaniac energy, Mr. Wallop is already swollen enough."

"I have to refute you, Hermione," Sean sat upright. "First of all, Daisy is not a nymphomaniac, she just compliments her friends in a friendly way. Second, I am not arrogant, I have always been humble!"

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

"About the key points and taboos of creating your own spells -" she read out, and then glared at Sean, "While practicing the most dangerous and profound transformation magic, you still need to create your own spells? Sean, you Do you feel like you can’t die fast enough?”

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

"Nurmengarde Library Management also has "History of the Development of Dark Arts" and "Hundred Applications of the Torture Curse"! I can't believe that these books are not in the restricted book area!" Hermione said angrily.

"Oh, Hermione," Daisy raised her hand, "There is no restricted section in the Nurmengard Library."

"Thank you for the reminder! But if you dare to read those books, I will...I will confiscate all the notes given to you!"

"I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

Hermione was like an irritable little lion. She was an avid reader and saw many materials that should be banned in the Nurmengard Library. The key is that all my classmates and friends actually went to see it.

This made Hermione, who knew the horrors of dark magic, unhappy.

"Just for reference, it will be easier to deal with if you encounter a dark wizard in the future." Sean comforted her, even though he was proficient in dozens of black magic.

Hermione ignored him and returned to normal after being sulky alone: ​​"Promise me, Sean, Daisy, you won't touch those dark magics, okay?"

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

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "Then practice hard."

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 a relative was here?

Unprepared for any misfortune, Sean lowered his head and looked at his notes. Some books in the library were not allowed to be borrowed, so Sean copied some information down.

He is not ready to try to create his own spells now, but some of the knowledge mentioned in these materials will be of great benefit to him to master the spells proficiently.

After improving his talent in magic spells, Sean devoted part of his energy to learning magic spells.

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

The professors weren't moving too fast, and there weren't many spells to learn in the library. The magic spells in the modern wizarding world have all been improved. Those old magic spells do not have much meaning in learning, and more advanced ancient magic requires the use of runes.

I won’t talk about Sean’s ancient rune talent…

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

Sean currently has a small idea about the levitation spell. This inspiration came from what Professor Flitwick taught in his first-year class.

When they were learning the Levitation Charm, Professor Flitwick kept emphasizing the pronunciation. He gave an example from the "Standard Spells - Elementary".

"Distraction while casting a spell can have painful side effects - remember the wizard Barufio, who said the 'f' instead of an 's' and found himself lying on the floor with a bison on his chest. "

Just by changing one pronunciation, this spell to control the floating of objects turned into an unexpected summoning spell.

Sean thought this was interesting.

If he could really figure out the principle, could he improve a 'Bison Summoning Levitation Spell'?

It's very exciting to think about using a group of bison to kill each other!

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