Chapter 247 Which of the 25 Is Better?

If transfiguration and various magic spells represent people's pursuit of magical abilities, then flying must be the most primitive dream of mankind.

This is different from the airplanes 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.

How come I didn't notice such a practical and cool spell before... Sean scratched his head and was a little confused. He clicked on the detailed interface and discovered the difference in this spell.

Flying Spell (Transformation + Black Magic) lv0: Proficiency 1/10000

Sean's mouth opened wide in surprise. This was the first time he had seen a spell that combined two types of magic, and judging from the proficiency requirements, this spell was quite difficult.

And the reason why he never realized it was that he never mastered the flying spell.

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

So far, wizards have not invented any spell that would allow them to fly in human form without the aid of any tools. Those few Animagus transformed into winged animals and could enjoy flight, but they were rare after all. Wizards who find themselves transformed into bats can fly to their heart's content, but thanks to their bat heads, they are bound to forget where they want to go while flying. Floating through the air is commonplace, but our ancestors weren't content with hovering just five feet above the ground. They wanted to fly higher. They want to fly freely like birds, but don't want the hassle of growing feathers.

As a fire dragon Animagus that has not been recorded in history, Sean has never enjoyed the fun of flying - the fire dragon's flesh wings cannot support such a huge body and fly in the air when instigated, and the main thing is to rely on the fire dragon itself. magic.

This shows how much of a genius Mr. Voldemort was, who invented the flying spell.

And he obviously hid this flying spell very well. In Sean's impression, in the original timeline, only Voldemort and Snape seemed to have mastered this spell - the latter was most likely the former. Taught.

As powerful as Dumbledore and Grindelwald, they cannot even fly freely with just one spell.

Fortunately, my talents in transfiguration and black magic are quite good - it's up to you, Flying Spell!

Sean raised his brows in satisfaction.

The fragment of Voldemort's soul did not bring him the superb proficiency of the flying spell, but at least it brought over all the details of casting this spell.

Sean, who was in desperate need of a way to move quickly, immediately threw himself into learning, not only for flying, but this 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.

Regardless of whether this guy is a pervert or not, he really has nothing to say about his talent for magic... Sean sighed unconsciously.

The Flying Spell was born out of some top-notch black magic. Voldemort added the Levitation Spell, Transfiguration Spell, Sprinting Spell, Windproof Spell, Mutated Iron Armor Spell, and his own spells, and perfectly blended these spells together.

When a wizard is proficient in this spell, he can not only achieve extremely fast flight speeds, be able to use the wind to accelerate, and even gain certain defensive capabilities when turning into a flying state.

The only drawback is that the flying spell still belongs to the category of black magic. However, because it is combined with transformation, the negative emotions required are not too much - you need to maintain a special "arrogance" state when casting the flying spell.

According to Sean's understanding, this "arrogance" is different from the literal meaning. The object of contempt for the spell caster is the gravity of this land...

"The current goal is to be able to successfully cast the flying spell at least within a week." Sean made a plan for himself.

With Sean's talent, this level of black magic or transformation does not require so much practice time just to cast it smoothly, but the flying spell is a special type, especially the part that incorporates transformation, which needs to be carefully controlled - Sean He didn't want to turn into a djinn whose lower body was covered in smoke before he could fly.

Even with this expectation, the difficulty of practicing the flying spell was still beyond Sean's expectation.

Just the preliminary magic operation was quite cumbersome, and during the initial transformation part, Sean almost had an accident. If it weren't for his perverted talent for transfiguration that gave him an unusually sharp intuition, I'm afraid Sean wouldn't be able to use his legs to walk in the future.

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

After all, successful transformation requires the maintenance of magic power, and the magic power disappears and it returns to its original shape; while the transformation spell that fails is permanent, and the loser's body will no longer have the gradually weakening magic power flowing in it. The failed transformation magic power becomes a once-in-a-lifetime transformation. Sex is a terrible 'consumable' that will cause permanent deformation to the loser, and even worse, it will turn into a monster - there are no records of individuals who have been completely transformed into monsters returning to human form.

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

"An incredible feeling..." Outside Nurmengard Castle in the middle of the night, Sean, whose lower body was covered in smoke and whose upper body was slightly blurred, was hovering outside a tower.

"This spell is much more effective than a flying broomstick..." A somewhat excited Sean soared under the moonlight to his heart's content, and the dark night became his best cover - although it would no longer be possible in Nurmengard. No professor would have punished a sophomore named Sean Wallop for violating curfew.

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

"The flow of magic power is still smooth, there are no sequelae of transformation failure, and the negative emotions caused by black magic can be completely suppressed... The magic power consumption is not small. If it is an ordinary second-year student, it is estimated that he will not be able to hold on for ten minutes and will have to change back. I myself The magic power can last for about thirty to forty minutes... The speed is very fast, much faster than when I turned into a fire dragon, and it is also much faster than the fastest flying broomstick currently on the market - Nimbus 2001... Among them The integrated wind-proof charm is very effective, and your hair will probably not be messed up when you land on the ground..."

After summarizing the effects 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 was worth the money.

"However, there are still many places where we can improve our mastery..." Sean habitually raised his chin and began to think.

"The speed of turning into smoke and coming back can be further enhanced; the magic power used for transformation can be saved; turning the whole body into black mist requires higher proficiency, and also requires more caution; when flying, the sense of direction needs to be strengthened, I almost hit the tower several times just now..."

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

It’s not a loss, it’s not a loss…

However, Sean's good mood could not last twenty-four hours.

After class the next day, Sean led Hermione and Daisy towards the club meeting room. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw an uninvited guest.

And it's someone Sean didn't even expect.

Fabian Aiken.

Sean and others arrived a little early, and other members of the Golden Dawn had not yet arrived. In the classroom, Fabian Aiken was sitting in a wheelchair with one arm hanging, and there were several more followers beside him.

Aiken looked injured all over his body, but he had obviously tried his best to heal his head first. The scars on his face had disappeared, and his hair style was meticulous. He was looking at Sean with cold eyes at the moment he just opened the door.

"Wallup..." He said slowly, his voice full of resentment and coldness.

"Has no one taught you the most basic education? Mr. Aiken." Sean glanced at several of the other party's followers, and then stopped Hermione and Daisy at the door.

Aiken raised the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile, but Sean, who was cruel and harsh-tongued, would never give him a chance to speak.

"Stop, Mr. Aiken..." Sean showed a perfect, impeccable gentleman's smile, "Do you want to imitate my smile? And then say two harsh words without saltiness? Plus tell me Your father is the head of a famous pure-blood family in France? Wait, look at your expression, let me think again——"

"Wallup—" Aiken's tone became colder.

Sean ignored him and continued: "So! So! After such a shameful thing happened, you still have the nerve to return to Nurmengard? It seems that you have done a lot of psychological construction during this time? For example, future leaders should let go of failure, and how to quickly get up after falling to be a true noble? Apart from anything else, I am amazed by the thickness of your skin, Mr. Aiken."

"You are indeed sharp-tongued, but you made a mistake. After what I have experienced, will I still be angry because of your rude and weak words?" To Sean's expectation, Aiken was really just slightly embarrassed. With a smile, there is no more the irritability that can easily trigger anger.

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

"Sometimes, your explanation is just a cover-up~"

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

I really wanted to throw a curse at him... Sean narrowed his eyes and finally gave up the impulse in his heart.

There are several people behind the opponent, and Aiken has a bunch of accessories on his body - they are probably magic props.

Aiken came close to Sean and chuckled in a whisper that only he could hear: "It's very smart that you didn't do anything to me, Wallop, and you also know that I won't do anything to you..."

"I am a person with an unstable temper. I suggest you be more careful." Sean's smile did not change in any way.

"We are only in the second grade, and this mentality alone deserves to be taken seriously..." Aiken licked his lips, "Ha, you must be thinking what I am here to do, right? Threatening someone like us with harsh words People are of no use—"

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

"You are still sarcastic, that means - you are worried, you are afraid..." Aiken narrowed his eyes excitedly and leaned closer, "Wallup, when you held your crappy club, I made it clear If you tell others not to participate, do you think that’s why I’m here?”

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

Aiken's eyes were like a slippery, scaleless poison that was about to penetrate into his body. The coldness contained in it was indistinguishable from the deepest part. Only those who faced it directly could appreciate the resentment and viciousness in it.

"I know, Wallop..." Aiken sighed as if satisfied, "Ha-ha-I know it was you, Wallop, the person who kidnapped me that day, I accurately You know, it’s you…”

He looked at Sean's expressionless face and chuckled nervously: "Hehe, do you want to deny it?"

Sean raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the other person with sympathy and contempt in his eyes.

It was impossible for his own hands and feet to be exposed so quickly, and the other party could not get any news from the castle of Nurmengard. Moreover, he had left the Death Eater's Dark Mark before to confuse the public.

Today, Fabian Aiken was so certain that the murderer was him, and he couldn't wait to come to his door to say harsh words, which proved one point.

There is a traitor among the Death Eaters!

But it’s nothing to be shocked about. This lousy organization doesn’t have many people’s hearts to begin with, and there are still a bunch of young men...

If you think about it carefully, you can see that the traitor's target was not Grindelwald or Dumbledore, but forces from other countries, such as the French Association for the Protection of Wizards' Rights and Interests.

And Aiken's attitude proved another point. The fact that Sean Wallop was Voldemort was not revealed. The traitor should have just given the news that the person who did Aiken's job was Sean.

The Aiken family was used as a weapon to test the quality of Voldemort or Sean...

The whole thing suddenly became interesting...

Aiken didn't understand the slight change in Sean's expression. On the contrary, he was very satisfied with the expressionless expression of the person in front of him.

"You didn't expect it, Wallop? Do you think you did it perfectly? Ha, I caught you."

Sean glanced at the other person speechlessly. This villain's pretense of self-promotion was a little too aggressive.

"Hey... tell me," Sean made a beautiful spin with the wand in his hand, and he looked down at the other party, "You can't lose your mind just because you suffered a heavy blow. Can your Aiken family do it before you wrongly accuse a good person? Take good care of the mentally ill at home?"

The two of them knew that it was one thing, but admitting it personally was another thing. Sean would not leave such a clue for others to catch.

In the face of Sean's denial, Aiken's face turned sickly red, and he laughed hoarsely, with heavy anger in his thin voice: "Wallup, don't think that there is Grindelwald behind you. I can do whatever I want - I will get my injuries back, my father's hand, ha - wait, wait..."

7017k