days at Hogwarts

Grindelwald shook out his sleeves to put out the flames, then stared at the charred brown marks left behind, stunned for a moment.

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

Grindelwald closed his eyes slightly, with the light of the flame still lingering in front of his eyes. It was golden and dazzling, without any of the gloomy and violent meaning of the fierce fire, and was brighter than Albus's phoenix flame.

I have completely transcended the shackles of black magic...

Grindelwald came back to his senses and heard the chaotic discussions in the classroom. Some people said that Professor Bagshot was too old and not in good spirits, while others said that Professor Bagshot was just demonstrating teaching and not giving his best. Some people also supported Loren Morgan, saying that his performance just now was indeed amazing.

He put away his wand and turned to face the students with a calm expression. He clenched his right fist to his mouth and coughed twice to clear his throat, gradually quieting the classroom.

"You have all seen that real combat is swift and intense. Unlike duel practice, combat has no etiquette or correct rules. Whether it is magic or transfiguration, all combat methods have only one goal, which is to defeat your enemy.

"I know many of you are more concerned about the final flame...

"Fire 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. For example, Mr. Finnigan is very talented in blasting spells. Mr. Potter, for example, his disarming spells are always incredibly effective. The key is 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 noticed 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 attack.

“I don’t ask you to master all the techniques of casting spells silently, but perhaps you can pick out a few practical ones and give your opponents some unexpected surprises in the following practice.

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

Grindelwald gave Loren an approving look and without saying anything more, he slowly walked to the corner, leaving the space for them.

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

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

"Awesome, awesome..." Hermione rolled her eyes, paused, and continued talking about the battle just now. After all, she also knew Professor Bagshot's identity and could not contain her excitement.

That's Grindelwald!

Harry and Ron stood by, making faces and grimacing, even more excited than he was.

The students in the classroom chattered and shouted, analyzing the techniques from the previous battle and enjoying the magic that suits them.

With such an exciting battle demonstration and the professor's encouraging explanation, the students couldn't help but be excited and fantasize about being able to perform those cool skills.

The 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 no.

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

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

"I can combine the Ten Thousand Bullets and the Explosive Spell. When I think of that scene..." Seamus' eyes lit up and he exclaimed in ecstasy, "Wow!"

"You really don't want to think about it anymore?"

“I think there is definitely nothing wrong with my idea.”

"..."

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

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

I pried open his eyes and took a look, then clapped my hands twice to test his brain and found that he was not sick from the explosion, he was just stupid.

Professor Bagshot breathed a sigh of relief.

This little incident 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 significantly.

……

hall.

In a closed school, information is transmitted quickly.

By dinner time, the news of the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class had spread, and every head table in the house 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 actually defeated the professor in the duel practice!"

"..."

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

Few people know Professor Bagshot's true identity, 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 chosen to be on the Chocolate Frog card because he defeated that professor. Now you can be on the Chocolate Frog card."

"You speak quite nicely." Loren smiled shyly, then stared at him expectantly.

Nice to listen, love to listen, say more!

"..."

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

Lady Luck is probably blind.

As the news spread, Loren could feel more and more eyes turning towards him with inquiry and curiosity. Even the professor in the guest of honor seat was looking over here, which made him feel embarrassed to stuff big mouthfuls of mutton pie into his mouth.

It's a pity that Professor Bagshot didn't attend the dinner, otherwise it would have attracted some attention. I wonder what he and Dumbledore were doing.

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 that brilliant golden flame...

Loren finally experienced the feeling of being a celebrity in school. All he heard were discussions and admiration. Colin Creevey kept looking at him, probably thinking about taking pictures. There were also students he didn't know who came over to ask about spell techniques, which was a bit annoying.

Hermione was sitting next to him. As more and more people learned about what happened in the afternoon and inquired about Loren, more and more eyes were cast on her girlfriend, who was the talk of the town. There was a lot of chatter and scrutiny.

"Loren."

"?"

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

Hermione silently moved aside.

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

"!!"

Hermione was so frightened that her body froze and she quickly moved back. She didn't want to end up like Lavender some time ago.

Although it was fun to scare girls, Loren didn't want to drag Hermione into being watched by others. He finished the pie in a few bites and glanced at the table reluctantly before leaving. The dessert had not been served yet.

"Hermione, I have to go now. I'll see you in the common room."

"I'll pack you a pudding."

"Thanks Hermione! I want mango flavor!"

Before leaving, he couldn't help himself and leaned over to kiss the girl on the cheek.