Dinner was served at Durmstrang's restaurant. Durmstrang is worthy of being a pure-blood school. Each dish is enough for an ordinary wizard family to live for at least one day. Everything is extremely luxurious.
of food.
However, in the midst of the delicious food, Weston, who was supposed to be the most active person, was a little listless. This made Flitwick look at him with worried eyes, and finally couldn't help it and took the initiative to sit next to him.
"What's wrong with you, Weston?" Flitwick asked worriedly, "Did Grindelwald say something to you to make things difficult for you?"
Weston shook his head slightly and smiled reluctantly: "Professor, I'm fine. It's just that Mr. Grindelwald asked me to do something. It can be done easily."
"Well, you have always been very wise, I still believe this." Flitwick felt a little relieved after hearing this, "But don't do anything wrong, Weston!"
"Don't worry, Professor!" Weston said with a smile, "It's just a little difficult, not impossible."
"That's good!" Flitwick saw the relaxed expression on Weston's face, and then he let go of his worries a little, "I have heard about the deeds of this Dark Lord, and he shouldn't embarrass you too much.
It's just a show of force."
Making things difficult for me? Of course he made things difficult for me! How could he not make things difficult for me! Weston shouted loudly in his heart, although this is considered a big force and a benefit, he really doesn’t want this.
ah!
The Holy Church is one of the largest organizations in the magical world. Except for Grindelwald, no one knows how many people there are in the Holy Church and how much effective force there is.
After Grindelwald handed Weston a roster, Weston truly realized how huge this power was. The saints captured by the wizarding world in various countries were just the most insignificant among them.
Just the tip of the iceberg.
The United States, France, Italy... wherever there is magic, there are saints. This sentence is the best explanation of the power of the Holy Church. Even the vast majority of the Ministry of Magic in some small countries are Holy Churches.
My dear, if this force really gathers together, the entire magical world will be in chaos!
Now, this power belongs to Weston, and the price is that Weston must try his best to develop the temple, at least until the world is filled with wizards, before he can let go of this heavy burden.
It’s simply too troublesome! Weston thought with some dissatisfaction. He was still too thin-skinned. Seeing his pitiful eyes made him feel sick...
Thinking of the scene that just happened in the office, Weston couldn't even eat. Do you want to know about Grindelwald's blowing kiss?
"Hey, are you that Weston Delacour? It is said that you are the number one genius in the wizarding world?" A strong voice speaking half-baked English came from diagonally opposite.
Weston glanced up and saw a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes looking at him provocatively. He looked pretty good, but his mouth was slightly crooked.
However, Weston has always had an attitude towards people who are looking for trouble like this, which is to "ignore them". In his opinion, this is just a child's play.
Ignoring the boy's provocation, Weston continued to pick up the spoon and drink the seafood soup in front of him.
"Hey, I'm calling you, didn't you hear me?" the boy yelled, and took out a different wand. It was not too long, about nine inches, and thicker than the average wand.
Quite a few.
Weston continued to drink his seafood soup slowly, nodding from time to time, looking extremely satisfied.
"Arrogant guy!" The boy was so angry that he said, "I just want to see if your strength is worthy of it."
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
The first is the Cruciatus Curse. It seems that the rumors of Durmstrang studying black magic are not necessarily just rumors.
Weston stretched out his hand, grabbed it, and actually caught the magic in his hand. The students who were secretly watching were shocked. For a moment, the whole restaurant was filled with the sound of tableware falling down.
"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know." Weston slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin in his other hand, and said unhurriedly, "But what is certain is that your
Your strength is no match for your arrogance!"
"By the way, that's not how the Cruciatus Curse works!" Weston turned his head with a smile, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed the boy's magic hard and shattered it!
"Look, let me teach you once!" Weston said with a smile, "This is how to use the Cruciatus Curse!"
He stretched out his hands, pointed his fingertips at the boy, and whispered softly: "Crush out the Cruciatus!" Ten Cruciatus Curses were fired out, and he quickly attacked the boy.
"Secret Magic Shield!" Bach quickly cast a spell, and a golden shield suddenly appeared in front of the boy, directly blocking Weston's attack.
"Huh -" Bach breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the chair with a pale face. Big beads of sweat kept coming out, and he was breathing heavily. This was an overdraft of magic power!
"Not bad magic!" Weston said with interest, "Is this the secret method you mentioned?"
"Yes!" Barton forced a smile, but his voice was still a little trembling, "Your magic is really too strong. If you don't use secret methods, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop you."
Weston did not refute, nodded slightly, glanced at the boy who was already a little frightened, and suddenly felt uninterested.
"Are you okay, classmate Weston?" Marfa Ezreal from Slytherin glanced at Weston worriedly.
"It's okay!" Weston shook his head, "I have a high opinion of Durmstrang's quality. This little magic can scare him like this. I don't know where he got the courage to dare to provoke him first!"
Weston did not restrain his voice when he spoke, and everyone around him heard it clearly. The students looked at the boy who still had fear in his eyes, and then at Bach who had just recovered a little, but no one made a sound.
A few even lowered their heads.
"It's just that you're too strong!" Mafa snarled in dissatisfaction, and the students all nodded.
"Really?" Weston sneered, "Then he dares to provoke directly without even knowing how strong his opponent is. Should I say he has courage, or should I say he is a fool?"
This time, Marfa stopped talking and gave Weston a charming look.
"Let's go rest first." Flitwick said, turning to look at Bach, "I'm sorry that our students have caused you trouble." Although his tone was full of apology, there was a flash in his eyes.
A hint of pride.
"It's not his fault, it's because our students are not good at academics!" Bach smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It's us who should apologize. Today I finally know what the genius boy represents."
"Thank you for the compliment!" Flitwick said with a smile, "Then, we will go to rest first."
After saying that, Flitwick took the four Westons out of the restaurant, leaving Durmstrang's teachers and students looking at each other...