Chapter 671: Sean, who has mastered everything and becomes crazy and strong
The deep black ink formed the image of a man, none other than Godric Gryffindor.
He has long hair and a messy beard that almost reaches his chest. It's a bit funny to say that he looks like an enlarged version of a goblin.
Of course, Gryffindor's heroic aura is something that no goblin can possess.
The ink-constructed Gryffindor is lifelike, but he doesn't seem to have any consciousness.
Sean was a little unsure. This was indeed a place of testing, but neither Dave nor himself had noticed the approaching crisis until now.
This place is deep and strange, but it doesn't seem to be hostile to me.
But Sean didn't dare to step forward rashly, so he could only stand there and carefully observe the ink man and giant squid in front of him.
After spitting out the ink, the giant squid collapsed and fell to the ground, and the image reflected on the mirror floor was completely fixed as a giant squid.
The ink Gryffindor is reflected on the mirrored floor with a vivid image of Gryffindor.
"It's not like Gryffindor is really not dead. What's in front of him is his Animagus..."
Sean muttered something to himself, but the inky Gryffindor in front of him still didn't give any response.
No... Sean squinted his eyes and discovered something was wrong.
The inky Gryffindor didn't seem to be moving at all, but his dark eyes were observing quietly - he was observing Sean.
This discovery made Sean's hair stand on end, but he soon noticed that the other party had made more obvious actions.
The inky Gryffindor seemed to have finished his observation. He raised his dark head and looked at Sean silently.
At the same time, some ink separated from his body, and then gathered in his hand to look like a wand.
This is... Sean suddenly reacted.
Gryffindor had finished observing the ink in front of him, so he requested a duel?
Sure enough, when Sean didn't move, the inky Gryffindor immediately made an invitation to a duel.
Being politely asked to duel by a pile of ink... is really weird...
but……
Sean raised his wand, and he and Inky Gryffindor slowly bent down at the same time, bowing to each other.
"coming!"
The moment both parties raised their heads, Sean keenly noticed an extremely hidden magic wave.
This small-scale magic spell is not applicable in tough battles, but in one-on-one duels, it can often have very good effects.
Sean leaned his upper body back almost instinctively, avoiding the leg-breaking spell that was cast at an absurdly fast speed.
Then, without even giving him a chance to straighten up, magic waves sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.
"Isn't this too fast?!"
Sean complained and kept dodging on the spot. Fortunately, he had always been in the habit of exercising, otherwise he would have been out of breath just dodging the curse.
Even so, Sean was still embarrassed.
This is the fastest wizard he has ever seen cast spells! Faster than anyone he has ever seen - including Dumbledore and Grindelwald!
No, what’s in front of me is not even a wizard, but a wizard-like image... ink!
The pressure brought by Ink Gryffindor is terrifying. He continuously attacks Sean with extremely fast spell casting speed. At the same time, those little spells often have coordinated effects - such as the one Sean just dodged in embarrassment.
A quagmire curse, and after that he dodged another flying curse that targeted his clothes.
However, even if he dodged the Flying Curse, the Ink Gryffindor could immediately change the target of the Flying Curse to the mire just now - the splashing mud not only hindered Sean's sight, but also
It kept interrupting the curse he was reciting silently in his heart.
The opponent didn't use powerful magic spells that could cause immediate damage at all. He used all small magic spells that could be coordinated, and the speed was ridiculously fast.
Sean dodged while calming the turmoil in his heart.
He has no chance to fight back!
Yes, from just now to now, all he has done is one thing - dodge!
Not to mention killing or controlling the opponent, Sean couldn't even cast the defensive spell for himself - the opponent's spell obviously didn't hit him once, but he could always use the effects of the spells to cooperate with each other to interrupt his own.
Silent casting.
Apart from the outrageous casting speed, Sean has never seen this kind of cooperation and understanding of various little magic spells.
He now felt like he was dueling with Godric Gryffindor himself, one of the Big Four of Hogwarts!
The suffocating power of oppression... He had only experienced this kind of oppression from Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and not even Voldemort could suppress him like this.
It has nothing to do with the power of the spell, it's purely the speed of casting and the experience of using the spell.
"Damn it - he knows what I'm thinking..." Sean gritted his teeth and broke free from the control of the flying curse.
He just tried to defeat the opponent's little magic spell, and then deployed a more powerful defensive magic to give himself more breathing space.
However, Inky Gryffindor completely saw through Sean's thoughts. He kept using the Flying Curse, treating it as a harmless control spell and not giving him a chance to cast the spell at all.
It didn't even feel like a duel, but a game of cat and mouse, with Sean being the mouse scurrying around.
But Sean just frowned tightly. He didn't use any props produced by the system, and he didn't even call out Dave, who had been begging for a fight.
He could feel that the other party had no ill intentions...
The other party didn't want to kill him at all, he was just seriously using all his experience to deal with him.
As Sean gradually discovered this, he also began to realize that this was a kind of teaching in disguise.
He began to discover that although he had many spells that showed full proficiency on the system panel, this proficiency only meant that he was almost perfect at casting the spell - it did not mean that he fully understood it.
This curse.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Similarly, Sean also discovered his own shortcomings in the cooperation between different spells.
More - casting angles, using the remaining effects of the previous spell, and even exploring the side effects of a spell...
Sean does not lack the foundation. Not to mention those of the same age group, even in the entire wizarding world, there are very few people who can surpass him in terms of spell proficiency and number of proficiency.
He already had the most solid foundation and the most powerful magic power. Now, under the demonstration of Ink Gryffindor, Sean was surprised to find that he seemed to quickly understand the other party's techniques and spell-casting methods.
Suddenly there was a feeling of enlightenment... Sean dodged the combination of two magic spells in a slightly embarrassed manner, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise.
The exquisite whirlwind spell is combined with the simplest floating spell, cleverly using the debris caused by the previous spell to turn it into a powerful thrust, with a huge range and difficult to dodge.
Not only are these combinations of magic spells that are difficult to think of, but there are also various strange and unexpectedly useful ways of casting spells - it turns out that some spells can actually omit a spell casting action, and the price paid is only a weakening of the power.
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As Sean kept dodging, he kept staring at all the movements of the black ink man, and at the same time, he kept memorizing his spell combinations that could be matched and used forward and backward.
He fell into a strange state without realizing it.
The world of magic seems to be becoming clearer and clearer, and those light blue barriers that resemble sea water have turned into a dense magic network. Every piece of magic is helping Sean see the world better.
He was absorbing Gryffindor's spell skills at a terrifying speed.
However, what Sean didn't notice was that while he was studying like crazy, the mirrored floor under his feet reflected another Sean.
That Sean had his eyes tightly closed, his face was pale, and his skin had a sense of fragmentation that made people afraid to touch it.
Sean in the mirror never opened his eyes, but various expressions appeared on his face.
There are crazy laughs, lonely bitter smiles, extremely sad cries, extremely indifferent calm, and also unchanging indifference...
Many expressions continue to emerge, and when Sean's current appearance is reflected again, the cycle will start again from the first maniacal laugh.
Sean, on the other hand, didn't notice anything was wrong at all. He was learning spell skills that he had never thought of, and he was immersed in an unparalleled magical world.
He doesn't lack foundation and strength, he just lacks a flash of inspiration.
Another spell struck, and Sean skillfully ducked to avoid it, but this time, he raised his wand.
The inky Gryffindor's next hex struck faster, and Sean's wand had only just been raised - but he smiled.
The spell that was supposed to paralyze his hands didn't work, and Sean's spell was cast as expected.
A transparent barrier rose around the area, and Sean cast a defensive spell for the first time in this duel.
The surprise in his eyes could no longer be hidden.
Success...
There is no magic spell in the world that is unsolvable, and although the effect of spell combinations is more outstanding, it also means that loopholes are easier to discover.
Sean took advantage of the previous opponent's spell, and in the process of rolling to dodge, his hands were covered with a layer of mud.
The abbreviated version of the paralysis spell that was quickly issued did not have the expected effect under the protection of the mud, and Sean successfully used the defensive spell.
It seems simple, but it is one of the experiences he has summarized over a long period of time.
Moreover, he successfully incorporated it into actual combat.
Sean couldn't hide his excitement. He continued to look at the inky Gryffindor, expecting to see more spells.
However, after Sean released the defensive spell, Inky Gryffindor stopped attacking.
"You learned a lot faster than I thought... Well, a lot... Congratulations, you can graduate from me."
Is this the end? Sean lowered his hand holding the wand in disappointment.
These are all the combined use and release techniques of small magic spells. I also want to learn more other magic spells...wait?!
Sean suddenly looked up at the middle-aged man made of dark ink. Just now...did he speak?!
"Wait... sir?" Sean couldn't hide his shock.
The ink suddenly disintegrated and returned to the giant squid's ink sac.
The giant squid waved its flexible tentacles, and a dizzying feeling suddenly came over him - the whole world was turned upside down.
Sean looked at the soles of his feet in disbelief, and then at his hands.
"This is the world inside the mirrored floor..."
"Oh, oh, you are so smart -" a cheerful voice came.
Sean looked over and felt that his heart had stopped beating for a few beats.
It was a man with long fiery red hair, a long fiery red beard, a tough face and a very heroic temperament.
That's Godric Gryffindor in the flesh.
"Merlin's beard... sir? Well, are you alive now?" Sean looked at the other person in disbelief, then lowered his head to look at his hands, wanting to see if all this was real.
Gryffindor laughed cheerfully and boldly: "Merlin's beard? It sounds like a proverb, but at our time, Mr. Merlin had indeed begun to be praised by others - in other words, there was no trace left.
Any proverbs like Lanffindor's pants? Also, you can call me Lord Knight."
Sean blinked and recovered from the shock. He looked at the other person carefully and said in surprise: "Okay, Lord Knight - I regret to inform you that there is no proverb about Gryffindor.
Stay, after all, Hogwarts has always stood. In addition, Lord Knight, I am very curious, I can tell that this is not a scene left by magic, nor is it the state of your soul... My question just now?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although Sean was asked to call himself "Lord Knight", Gryffindor did not have any elegant aristocratic temperament. He sat on the floor quite freely and smiled.
He said: "Yes, your judgment is very accurate. I am indeed the living Godric Gryffindor."
"Hiss..." Sean still took a breath.
However, he immediately reacted: "That's not right... Sir Knight. I had a conversation with the consciousness left by Ms. Hufflepuff, and she mentioned Mr. Slytherin who parted ways with you at the end, including
Your and Lady Ravenclaw's funeral..."
The names of the three old friends made Gryffindor's expression dim a lot. He pursed his lips and showed a look of nostalgia in his eyes: "Yes, yes... Rowena was the first to die among us, because she
That poor and pathetic daughter...after that it was me. I have been keen on dueling since my youth. Even though I was the strongest duelist in the world in the end, I still suffered from injuries, so my life span
It’s true that he hasn’t grown much, but…”
Gryffindor showed a helpless expression and spread his hands: "I didn't die... To be precise, I came back from the dead, in a wonderful way."
"Resurrected from the dead?" Sean frowned, and his peripheral vision glanced below the other person. That should be the real world - and the one corresponding to Gryffindor was a giant squid.
Sean asked tentatively: "Is it because of the specialness here?"
Gryffindor nodded, his tone actually quite excited: "Who would have thought that an adventure when I was young actually opened the door to the underworld for me..."