Chapter 669: Topic Figure

Grindelwald shook his sleeves to put out the flames, and stared at the burnt brown marks left after the fire, stunned for a while.

He seemed to be very confused about why the flame could fall on him, but he could not figure out the answer.

Grindelwald closed his eyes slightly, and the light and shadow of the flame remained in front of him, golden and bright, without any gloomy and violent meaning of the fierce fire, brighter than Albus's phoenix flame.

He has completely transcended the shackles of black magic...

Grindelwald came back to his senses, and the chaotic discussions in the classroom came into his ears. Some people said that Professor Bagshot was too old and mentally weak, and some people said that Professor Bagshot was doing a teaching demonstration and did not give full play. There were also people who supported Loren Morgan, and his performance just now was indeed amazing.

He put away his wand, turned to face the students, his expression calm and indifferent, his right fist against his mouth, coughed twice to clear his throat, and the classroom gradually quieted down:

"You all saw that real battles are swift and fierce. Unlike duel practice, battles do not pay attention to etiquette, nor are there any correct rules. Whether it is magic spells or transfiguration, all combat methods have only one pursuit, that is, to defeat your enemy.

"I know many of you care more about the last flame..."

"Flame is a very flexible entity. It has amazing destructive power and is flexible and changeable, but fire is just one of the options. Everyone has their own specialties in magic spells, such as Mr. Finnigan, his blasting spell is very There are talents, such as Mr. Potter, whose disarming spells are always amazingly effective. The key is how to discover your own talents, control them and try to develop them until they are fully used in combat. "

Seeing the eyes of the two students named light up, Grindelwald chuckled and said, "Last but not least, silent spells. You may have discovered that there was no sound of spells in the entire battle just now. If you can't hear the spells, you can't predict the magic that will be cast, and you can't organize defense in advance, which means a more rapid offensive.

"I don't require you to master all the skills of silent spells. Maybe you can pick out a few practical ones and give your opponents a little surprise in the next practice.

"Then, let's start today's practice. "

Grindelwald gave Loren an approving look, and without saying much, he walked slowly to the corner and left the open space for them.

Hermione came to Loren, pinched his arm and touched his face to confirm that he was really not injured.

Loren chuckled and said, "How about it, am I awesome?"

"Awesome..." Hermione rolled her eyes, paused, and talked about the battle just now. After all, she also knew Professor Bagshot's identity, and she couldn't contain her excitement.

That was Grindelwald!

Harry and Ron stood by, unable to stop winking, even more excited than Grindelwald himself.

The students in the classroom chattered and analyzed the skills in the battle just now, enjoying the magic that suited them.

With such an exciting battle demonstration, coupled with the professor's encouraging explanation, the students couldn't help but be swayed, imagining that they could also perform those cool skills.

Reality is undoubtedly cruel. Sometimes your brain thinks you can do it, but the hand waving the wand and the lips chanting the spell sincerely say that you can't.

Seamus pulled his friend and sparring partner Dean to an open space, shaking his wand impatiently: "I have a great idea, and I can't wait to try it!"

"What idea?" Dean asked weakly, always feeling that he was not very reliable.

"I can combine the volley of bullets and the blasting spell. When I think of that scene..." Seamus' eyes lit up and he exclaimed in ecstasy, "Wow!"

"Are you really not going to think about it again?"

"I think there is definitely nothing wrong with my idea."

"..."

Three minutes later, a deafening explosion roared throughout the classroom.

Grindelwald was so scared that he hurried over. Fortunately, the spell had already flown a distance when it exploded, and the nearby students were far enough away. Seamus, who was closest, only had his face blackened and a few tufts of hair burned.

He opened his eyes and looked at them, then clapped his hands twice to test his brain, and found that he was not sick because of the explosion, but was just stupid.

Professor Bagshot breathed a sigh of relief.

This little episode in the classroom made other students more cautious when trying new skills, but their excitement did not diminish much. It can be predicted that after this class, many people's dueling skills will improve a lot.

...

Auditorium.

In a closed school, information is transmitted quickly.

At dinner time, the news from the afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts class had spread, and every long table in the academy was talking about it.

Loren deliberately chose a seat at the end of the long table, but he could still hear Justin's excited voice coming from the Hufflepuff table behind him: "You know Loren Morgan from Gryffindor, he really defeated the professor in the duel practice!"

"..."

Rolf turned around and patted him on the shoulder, asking in disbelief: "Did you really beat Grimm... Professor Bagshot?"

Few people know the true identity of Professor Bagshot, but his grandfather is Newt Scamander.

Loren nodded: "Goddess of Luck bless you."

"Merlin, that's Professor Bagshot!" Rolf exclaimed in a low voice, "You know, Dumbledore was selected into the Chocolate Frog card because he defeated that professor. Now you can be on the Chocolate Frog card."

"You are a nice person." Loren smiled shyly, then stared at him expectantly.

Nice, love to listen, say more!

"..."

Rolf was silent for a moment, and turned back to the long table of Hufflepuff.

The goddess of luck is probably blind.

As the news gradually spread, Loren could feel more and more eyes turning to him, with inquiry and curiosity. Even the professors in the guest of honor seat were looking at him, and he was embarrassed to stuff his mutton pie into his mouth.

It was a pity that Professor Bagshot did not attend the dinner, otherwise he could have attracted some attention. I wonder what he and Dumbledore did.

The news was still spreading, and the focus of the topic gradually evolved into the wonderful performance during the battle, those ingenious spell skills, and the brilliant golden flame...

Loren finally experienced the feeling of being a celebrity in the school. All he heard were discussions and praises. Colin Creevey frequently cast his eyes, probably thinking about taking pictures as a souvenir. There were also students he didn't know who came to ask about spell skills, which was a bit annoying.

Hermione sat next to him. As more and more people learned about what happened in the afternoon and inquired about Loren, more and more eyes fell on her girlfriend, a topic of conversation, with scrutiny and exploration, and chatter.

"Loren."

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"I think we should keep our distance for a while, what do you think?"

Hermione moved aside silently.

Loren saw through this man and sneered: "If you move again, I will kiss you in public."

"!!"

Hermione was so scared that her body stiffened and she moved back quickly. She didn't want to be like Lavender some time ago.

Although it was fun to scare a girl, Loren didn't intend to let Hermione be watched by others. He finished the pie in a few bites and looked at the table reluctantly before leaving. The dessert had not been served yet.

"Hermione, I'm leaving first. See you in the common room."

"I'll pack a pudding for you."

"Thank you, Hermione! I want mango flavor!"

Before leaving, he couldn't help but lean over and kissed the girl's cheek.