Chapter 408: I'm Not the One Causing Trouble

Instantly, a stone from outer space rushed to Fanlin's face with the force of wind and thunder.

It seemed to be coordinated with the sound of thunder, wrapped in wind and fire, like the sparks of Haoran.

Fanlin glared and shouted: "How dare you, bastard."

Instantly, the dots of light gathered into a sword between Fanlin's fingers. He swept his two fingers across, and the scattered fireflies were the fireflies, and the broken ones were naturally...

Well, it was a pebble in the fountain, wrapped in Brown's spell and attacked Fanlin's stomach.

Everyone in Beauxbatons laughed for a while. Brown just wanted to make Fanlin look bad, so that he could show his demeanor.

What kind of weird logic is this.

The speed of the spell is very fast. If it is an ordinary wizard, it is definitely too late to use the spell to counter it. If you dodge with your body, you must be very embarrassed to rush to the side.

It is definitely embarrassing, and Fanlin represents Hogwarts. If he embarrasses himself...

Well, God knows why I have so many weird logics today.

Seeing the pebble getting closer and closer to him, Fanlin seemed a little helpless. In the end, he still couldn't stand being troubled...

This is very embarrassing.

Fanlin chuckled, raised his hand, and shook it lightly. The pebble that was still running seemed to be fixed and stopped in the air.

"It's really Malfoy..." Fanlin murmured. He thought of Xiao Ma Ge. Brainlessly looking for trouble?

In any case, Fanlin still stunned everyone.

They didn't know how Fanlin did it, or that the skills of silent spells should not be mastered by children of Fanlin's age.

But the scene in front of them can only be explained by silent spells. Those young wizards who are preparing to take the advanced wizard level exam know very well that this is exactly what they want to achieve.

Silent spells without relying on wands are almost the highest level of spellcasting skills.

There is no need to recite spells, just rely on personal understanding of spells, and release spells through the outline of magic. This itself requires very high magic control and willpower.

In fact, few people can do such a thing.

No matter who you are, if you want to cast a spell silently, you must practice a lot to master one or two spells.

Many adult wizards can't do this, let alone young wizards like Fanlin who haven't graduated yet.

The ability to cast a spell silently is still due to Idun's transformation of Fanlin's body and Professor Snape's unsparing practice, which can be regarded as a torturous sparring.

Of course, you have to add wandless casting, which is not difficult as long as your magic power is strong enough.

But obviously these are not things that Mr. Brown can understand.

While everyone was still in a daze, Fanlin moved again.

Fanlin's palms were tightened, like an invisible big hand, and the pebbles that were originally suspended in the air were broken into pieces bit by bit.

"This is impossible." Brown was shocked. He didn't quite understand how Fanlin did it, or in other words, Fanlin shouldn't have such performance in his eyes.

"You're just like this, and then let me respect you?" Fan Lin said, his hand gently touched the position of his pocket, and the wand given to him by Dumbledore jumped into his hand.

"How about I give you one too? Or maybe you need something else..." Fan Lin said with a smile. Of course, he would not throw a stone at Brown. He could see that Brown just wanted to make him embarrassed, but it was obvious that there was more than one way to embarrass him.

Fan Lin's arm holding the wand gently circled twice above his head. Then, a stream of water as thick as an arm gushed out of the fountain.

It tore open the water curtain on the forehead of the fountain, and flew towards Brown's face like a sharp sword.

Brown seemed to be frightened. He hurriedly stepped back two steps, as if he wanted to distance him and release some spell, but the speed of the water column was too fast, and he had no time to react.

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd in Beauxbatons. They had not expected that things would develop to the point at hand. Brown was defeated by a third-year kid from Hogwarts. This was obviously unexpected by everyone.

Some people tried to help Brown stop the water flow, but under the eyes of Fan Lin, this kind of thing was naturally impossible.

"Epelliarmus (Disarm you)!"

Fan Lin reacted quickly, and the light of the disarming spell lit up instantly, and the boy who wanted to help Brown flew out before he could react.

Everything happened too fast. Whether it was Fan Lin's counterattack or Fan Lin disarming the boy with the disarming spell, it was not enough for the people around to react quickly.

The water flow went straight to Brown's face. In a hurry, Brown spoke a series of French, but unfortunately, Fan Lin did not understand a word.

But even if he understood, Fan Lin did not think he would stop like this. Unsurprisingly, this was simply impossible.

It was not until the cold water hit Brown's face that he barely remembered the magic of Apparition. However, with Dumbledore's warning, even if he remembered the magic of Apparition early, it would be useless. All schools had blocked the space for Apparition without exception.

In fact, Fanlin was very disappointed with Brown's performance. A wizard who had mastered a lot of spells and seven years of magic learning were not enough for Brown to organize a decent counterattack.

Facing a stream of water summoned from a pool, he panicked like this. This was really the performance of a greenhouse flower.

Fanlin couldn't imagine what it would be like if these wizards from Beauxbatons faced those vicious Death Eaters, not to mention Voldemort or that unknown monster.

Perhaps, Peter Pettigrew, who mastered the dark magic, was enough to kill Mr. Brown completely in one spell.

Fanlin was convinced of this.

Peter was not as bad as imagined. At least he was ruthless enough. In order to get out, Peter did not hesitate to drag 18 lives to help himself achieve this goal.

In fact, among the three major magic schools in Europe, Beauxbatons was undoubtedly the worst one compared with Hogwarts or Durmstrang in terms of actual combat ability.

Apart from Nicolas Flamel, there has never been any powerful wizard in Beauxbatons history, if the Duke who improved the Concealment Spell is counted.

The impression of Beauxbatons wizards seems to have stopped here. (To be continued)