For the first time, Goodman took a serious look at the little wizard in front of him. Sean had an upright posture, a handsome face, and a gentle smile that never seemed to fade away.
As one of Grindelwald's confidants, he naturally knew Sean Wallop's name. Similarly, after the academic exchange ended last school year, his reputation spread in Nurmengard Castle.
However, as Nurmengard's Charms professor, Goodman has always believed that a genius can only be called a wizard after he has truly become famous.
There are too many wizards who have shown their talents during their school days, but in the end, how many of them can be respected by others and written into the history of magic?
In Goodman's mind, apart from Grindelwald, the principal of Nurmengard, only Mr. Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts, another magic school, can be called a genius.
Yes, he felt that he was not worthy of the title of "genius", even though Goodman was already one of the best in runes and spells among the Nurmengard faculty.
The young wizard in front of him was too sharp, and it was not rational enough to act like this when he knew that he was being 'remembered' by the students of Nurmengard. At the same time, he had not received any news recently - Hogwarts
Is there any student who is carefully investigating the strength of Nurmengard students?
Acting rashly without even knowing the strength of your opponent is insufficiently prepared.
Professor Goodman shook his head silently in his mind and gave Sean a temporary evaluation.
But he will not slack off when performing his duties as a teacher: "Mr. Wallop, are you sure? At your initiative, the students in the third and fourth grades will do their best. If you are sure, you can go on stage and show your strength."
We will do our best, and the medical team and I will keep a close eye on it."
Sean nodded: "Then I'll trouble you, Professor."
He also thought about whether to investigate the strength of Nurmengard students in advance. Harry brought the invisibility cloak, and he also had Dave, the biological listening device.
However, after thinking about it again and again, Sean gave up this idea. In the future, he will not always be able to find out detailed information about his opponents beforehand. Just like in the wizarding world, the unknowns you encounter will always be greater than the things you already know.
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So why not train well now? There will be professors watching at school, and there will always be some safety in dueling with an opponent whose strength is unknown.
Professor Goodman stood on the stage, with Sean standing next to him: "Sean Wallop from Hogwarts Ravenclaw House applies for a free duel, regardless of school, fourth grade and below.
All students can come on stage to challenge.”
He turned to look at Sean again: "Want to bet on points?"
Sean nodded: "Okay."
Nurmengard's personal bonus points cannot be traded privately, but they can be used as bets in duels. They are probably regarded as an alternative currency in this castle.
The extra points are cleared automatically at the end of each semester, but if you have enough points, you can even apply for Grindelwald's personal teaching - this is the wish of every Nurmengard student.
"Accept the betting points. Okay, if you are willing to challenge, come on stage and sign up." Professor Goodman said.
All the students who were originally pairing up looked over.
As expected, Nurmengard, especially the third and fourth grade students, suddenly became ugly. How dare you, a second grader, be so arrogant when Hogwarts is completely suppressed?
Yes, in their view, this is an extremely serious provocation.
Of course, most second-year students are not so angry. They still remember the terrifying blood loss curse from before.
On the other hand, at Hogwarts, the students were all excited.
"Great job, Sean!"
"I really have you, man."
Whistles and cheers rang out.
Sean stood on the side of the stone platform, smiling and waving to the classmates who were cheering him on. His posture was elegant and he looked like a gentleman being interviewed.
However, after waiting for a while, no one came on stage.
The students in Nurmengard, especially the fourth graders, are all looking at each other. They are not stupid. The other party's "birds and snakes coming out of the hole" have long been spread. Magical animals of xxxx dangerous level are not something ordinary students can compete with.
Sean waited for a long time but didn't see anyone coming up. He guessed what those people were thinking, so he cleared his throat and said: "My mistake was just an accident at the time, and it has returned to normal now - don't look at me like that,
If you lie to others, I am the Flobberworm."
Although he had made a promise and was preparing to do so, Sean's reputation in this castle was obviously not very good.
"Professor, if no one comes up, can I tell others outside that I am within the fourth grade - invincible?" Sean, who wanted to train in actual combat, directly poured fuel on the fire.
Professor Goodman had an expressionless face and said nothing.
"Sean, remember to add the suffix, it means you are within the fourth grade of Nurmengard." A carefree voice rang.
It's his classmate Stephen Wellen, who is also one of the top students in Eagle Academy. He has a very optimistic personality and is an outstanding person. However, this guy sometimes has a different brain circuit than ordinary people. Adding fuel to the fire is one of his hobbies.
one.
"Thank you for your careful reminder, Stephen, I will mention this to the Daily Prophet reporter." Sean smiled and waved his hand.
As the two sang and harmonized, the Nurmengard students finally couldn't bear it anymore.
They made a choice between being tricked by Sean and their own face.
A lean boy jumped onto the stone platform.
Sean was happy when he saw it. Isn't this the guy who lost ten galleons to him that day?
"Good evening, classmate, by the way, I forgot to meet you last time. What is your name?" He greeted him friendly.
That boy looked ugly. He had saved those ten galleons since he entered school, almost two years ago!
"Aleka Ramos, a second-year student from Nurmengard." He introduced stiffly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Ramos, nice to meet you, thank you very much for the ten galleons last time." Sean did not forget to stimulate the opponent.
"Oh? There's such a good thing, Sean, we need to treat you! I'll also pay ten galleons, and treat everyone to snacks next time?" Stephen in the audience started to make noises again.
This guy is also a second-generation rich man, and together with Sean, he is known as the two most wealthy boys in Yingyuan.
"No problem, I'll place an owl order when I get back." Sean naturally agreed.
Ramos's chest heaved a few times, these two annoying guys... However, he did not let anger take over his head, but became more cautious and serious.
The judgment of the dividing gate can only explain the difference between magic power and spell proficiency, but it may not necessarily be true in actual combat!
Sean, who noticed this scene, secretly praised in his heart, the students of Nurmengard are quite mature in mind.
He also gripped the wand tightly without any slack.
"Salute to each other," the two bowed, and Professor Goodman's voice sounded, "The duel begins!"
"Expelliarmus!" Ramos reacted very quickly. As soon as the initial sound sounded, the disarming spell spewed out.
"Dusandation!" Sean turned sideways very quickly to avoid the curse and chanted the spell to the ground.
A lot of ground was damaged during the demonstration by the two professors just now. Under the effect of the dust curse, dust and fine gravel were swept up, and the view on the stage suddenly became blurred.
Dust spell? Why would the opponent choose such a small spell to blur his vision, but he has the ability to see through the dust? However, small stones were also blown, indicating that the opponent's spell proficiency is very high, and the magic output is equally amazing.
Ramos' body tensed up, and Sean's figure was lost in his sight, leaving only dust in the sky, but he still made a quick judgment.
He cast a small defensive spell and then attached it to the railing at the edge of the stone platform to prevent the opponent from attacking.
"Thirgeo" Ramos' spell did not take effect, and the dust was still sweeping.
Amidst the dust in the sky, Sean had already cast a "Quietus" on himself, and then continued to cast the dust spell in a low voice to maintain a small "sandstorm" on the stone platform.
His sensitivity to magic allowed him to roughly judge the strength of Ramos when the opponent cast the disarming spell - his ability was excellent, both the speed of casting spells and the control of magic output were quite perfect. When placed in Hogwarts,
Ramos is stronger than many third-graders.
But for Sean, it wasn't enough.
He can quickly disarm the opponent, but he also needs to make some preparations in advance for the following duel...
The dust raised on the stage also blocked the students' sight. They could only see two blurry shadows. Ramos's side kept trying to send out various magic spells, while Sean's side seemed to have found the magic spell.
Not in the right direction.
Bach Hoffman, wearing his sixth-grade uniform, stood on a wooden platform with his pockets in his pockets, watching the scene before him calmly.
"The power of the spell is good, but after blurring the vision, I have no solution. The dilemma takes effect on both of them at the same time, which is not smart enough." He said.
The girl who had been following him didn't seem to care much about anything. She rolled a lock of her long blue hair with highlights on her fingers and said casually: "You'll know when the results come out, right?"
While they were talking, Sean finally prepared himself.
He raised his wand and looked at a certain location in the dust, where his own magic mark was shining brightly.
Yes, Sean had marked it a long time ago, and Ramos didn't notice at all that there was a small black worm crawling onto his leg in the dust.
This is the Shadow Worm Charm obtained from Gormlaith Gaunt. Sean found that this spell is also quite good as an ability to mark the opponent.
What a dazzling target... Sean muttered.
"Acupunct Internus!" He deliberately lowered the intensity of the spell output.
A very fast magic spell passed through the dust and went straight to Ramos' direction accurately.
Ramos, who did not let down his guard, escaped the curse with a not-so-elegant roll.
"Hell, he really has the ability to determine my location!"