Chapter 247: Which of the two families is stronger?
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 opened his mouth 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 Magic of Quidditch," there is this passage on the first page:
So far, wizards have not invented any spells that allow them to fly in human form without any tools. Those few Animagus can enjoy flying after transforming into winged animals, but they
After all, they are rare. Those wizards who find themselves transformed into bats can fly as much as they want, but because of their bat heads, they are bound to forget where they want to go while flying. Floating in the air is a common thing, but we
Our ancestors were not content with just hovering five feet above the ground. They wanted to fly higher. They wanted to fly freely like birds, but they didn't want the hassle of growing feathers.
As an unrecorded fire dragon Animagus 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.
Even stronger than 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 eyebrows in satisfaction.
Voldemort's soul fragment 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 mentally perverted or not, he really has nothing to say about his talent for magic spells... 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 curses, and perfectly integrated these spells.
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 abilities when in flight.
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
I don’t want to turn into a djinn whose lower body is covered in smoke before I can fly.
Even though he had such an expectation, the difficulty of practicing the flying spell was still beyond Sean's expectation.
Just the initial operation of magic power is quite cumbersome, and during the initial transformation part, Sean almost had an accident. If it weren't for his abnormal talent for transformation that gave him an unusually sharp intuition, I'm afraid Sean would have to use it when walking in the future.
No more legs.
This is also what Professor McGonagall has been emphasizing: always maintain awe of transfiguration.
After all, a successful transformation requires the maintenance of magic power, and the magic power will return to its original shape when the magic power disappears; while the transformation spell that fails is permanent, and the loser's body will no longer have the magic power that will gradually weaken. The failed transformation magic power becomes a once-in-a-lifetime transformation
Sex is a terrible 'consumable' that will cause permanent distortion to the loser, and even worse, turn them into monsters - there is no record of individuals who have been completely transformed into monsters returning to their human form.
However, Sean passed the initial difficulties 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 blurry, 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.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The flow of magic power is still smooth, there is no sequelae of failed transformation, and the negative emotions caused by black magic can be completely suppressed... The magic power consumption is not small, if it is ordinary
The second grade students probably won't be able to hold on for ten minutes before they have to change back. My own magic power can last for about thirty to forty minutes... It's very fast, much faster than when I turned into a fire dragon, and it's also faster than it is now.
The fastest broomstick on the market - Nimbus 2001 - is much faster... The windproof charm integrated into it is very effective, and it is estimated that your hair will not be messed up when you land on the ground..."
After summarizing the effects and consumption of the Flying Spell, Sean was quite satisfied. Except for a party at the Golden Dawn, he spent all his spare time this week on the Flying Spell. So far, it seems to be worth the money.
ah.
"However, there are still many areas where we can strengthen our control..." 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 that even Sean didn't expect.
Fabian Aiken.
Sean and others arrived a little early, and the 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 curled up the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile, but Sean, who was even crueler and more ruthless, 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 being salty? Plus tell me
Your father is the head of a famous pure-blood family in France? Wait, look at your expression, let me think about it again——"
"Wallup—" Aiken's tone became colder.
Sean ignored him and continued: "So! So! After such a shameful thing happened, you actually 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 must put aside their failures, and get up quickly after falling to be a true noble? Among other things, 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.
When I smile, I no longer have the irritability that can easily trigger anger.
The change in mentality was good, and it actually helped him transform... 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 people 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 trying to penetrate into his body. The coldness contained in it was so deep that it was difficult to escape. 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 laughed 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 would 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 so impatiently came to his door to say harsh words, that 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 only a bunch of young men and women...
If you think about it carefully, you can see that the target of the traitor's defection 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 proves another point. The fact that Sean Wallop is Voldemort has not been revealed. The traitor should have just given a message-the person who did Aiken's vote 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 did not 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 party 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 matter. 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 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..."