Forgot your wand?
Amosta's words passed by like a strong cold wind, causing all the guests who were eager to witness a close and fierce battle to fall into a daze. The same was true for Old Barty. His face froze, and then he looked at Amosta with a bit of gritted teeth in his eyes.
I forgot my wand. How is that possible? What a poor excuse!
In just a few seconds, Barty's admiration for Amosta was wiped out. He glared at Amosta angrily. If there weren't so many spectators, he would have probably rushed up and punched the young man hard. Got it!
The wand is the life of a wizard and is a closer partner than a partner. A qualified wizard should not forget to bring his wand even if he goes into the bathroom to take a shower!
Compared to Barty's terrible mood, Dregern simply laughed.
Now it seems that Amosta is just a puppet pushed by Dumbledore to take over. He is a guy with no real ability except for his sharp words.
"Oh, I forgot my wand - what a regrettable mistake -"
Karkaroff opened his mouth to reveal yellow teeth.
Previously, he was still thinking about the heart palpitations at that moment when Amosta glanced at him, but now it seems that it was just a simple illusion. I didn't expect that Dumbledore would actually make such a fool.
"Is there anyone kind enough to lend Mr. Blaine his wand?"
Karkaroff blew his nose and pretended.
"It seems that the much-anticipated competition can only be like this -" Dreggen said with regret, "I hope there will be an opportunity next time -"
"Forget it, let's just compare."
After a short period of time, Amosta, whose image had plummeted in the eyes of everyone, looked helpless. He shrugged his shoulders, and his sudden words solidified the atmosphere that had just relaxed for a while!
Is that the comparison? What does it mean? !
Dregern seemed to have guessed what Amosta was up to, but he couldn't believe that he would be so humiliated by a young boy who had only graduated every two years!
The friendly image that had been maintained all night could no longer be maintained, and Dreggen's expression was slightly ferocious. His violent emotions made his magic power faintly uncontrollable, and the beard on his face exploded like static electricity, allowing people to finally see the bloodless lips embedded in the vicissitudes of his face.
"What do you mean, Blaine, you forgot your wand, didn't you?"
Vip Dregn asked sharply.
"That's the literal meaning, Mr. Dregern -" Amosta didn't seem to realize that his words had brought great humiliation to a well-known wizard. He smiled gently and said,
"You have your wand, I have nothing."
boom!
In an instant, the discussion in the banquet hall was like the rumble of thunder before a summer rainstorm.
At this moment, everyone realized that Amosta Brain was not timid, so he made an excuse to say that he didn't bring a wand, and it wasn't that he didn't really bring a wand. He was just - he was just fighting back!
A counterattack against Vip Dreggen!
However, is this too conceited?
You know, Vip Dregern is not a little wizard who can't even swing a magic wand. Although he is not a wizard known for his powerful magic, after all, he is a wizard who has participated in the war and survived. An elite wizard, it can be said that even now, Vip Dregern's skills are not inferior to those of the elite Aurors from the Ministry of Magic in various countries.
It's outrageous for a wizard without a wand to deal with an experienced wizard!
This thought crossed the mind of everyone in the banquet hall.
Fleur's pretty lips parted slightly, and she stared at Amosta Brain, who remained motionless despite the murmurs of the crowd, her big blue eyes still filled with confusion.
Amosta Blaine tried to defeat the wizard with her bare hands, but she couldn't defeat the wizard with all her strength. Sorry, is today April Fool's Day?
"So--"
No matter how shocking his words were in his light tone, Amosta still looked like a gentle gentleman, but there was an imperceptible anger hidden in his lavender eyes.
"Are you ready, Mr. Dregern?"
"You'll pay for your stupidity, Blaine!"
Such a degree of humiliation even made Dregern forget that he was in a public place. He suddenly raised his wand and roared in a low voice.
Of course, Dregern has not completely lost his mind. Otherwise, he should use the most powerful curse he knows to let this ignorant young man know how powerful it is. Of course, a magic that can make people look stupid in public. There are many, a sharp look flashed in Dregern's eyes, and he was about to pick the one with the most dramatic effect, but——
The moment his wand fell, his keen sense of smell, which he had honed after fighting evil for half a lifetime, made the alarm bells ring in Dregon's heart. The spell he was originally planning to use to attack, when he noticed Amostabrian's sudden coldness. After the magic light shone in his eyes, he turned into a safe guard when he landed.
"Armor protection!"
A transparent wand that glowed under the candlelight appeared in front of Dregern, and at the same time, everyone in the banquet hall heard a roar in a trance.
It was like the earth-shattering roar caused when a giant beast sleeping in the deep sea was disturbed. The invisible sea of magic set off a shocking wave under the pull of Amosta's own magic power. The rioting magic power destroyed everything. The force destroyed the iron armor curse that had formed a stable magic configuration!
Click!
After a crisp and sweet shattering sound, in front of Dregen, the magical barrier like cicada wings turned into withered petals all over the sky, slowly rising in the condensed air as heavy as lead and mercury.
Before Dregen's horrified expression could take shape, he saw Amosta's right hand hanging naturally by his side, and his index finger and thumb suddenly pinched together.
Snap!
In the banquet hall where the drop of a needle could be heard, at the same time as the sound of snapping fingers, a small but extremely brilliant lightning erupted from Amosta's fingertips.
His wrist was disturbed, and Dregern, who was about to respond, suddenly felt an irresistible force wrapping around his wand. Then, his wand separated from his hand like an arrow from the string, and then In the blink of an eye, the wand was already in Amosta's hand.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
The suffocating silence continued, and the flickering candlelight and the wand spinning in Amosta's palm seemed to be the only moving things in this hall.
In the end, the person who broke the silence was Amosta Brain.
"How long did it take?"
Amosta looked at the wizard in charge of timing, his voice full of joy.
"What. Oh, you mean time!"
After the wizard in question came to his senses, he hurriedly looked at his watch and found that even though it was silent time, the second hand had not even passed half of the dial!
"No, I'm not sure, Mr. Brain." The wizard said with fear, "Maybe three seconds or five seconds, in short, no more than ten seconds!"
"how come."
Dregern seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His shoulders were slumped, and he looked at Amosta in despair, "How could it be? Wandless casting and silent casting are my iron armor spells."
"This problem is more complicated to explain--"
The wand that was taken away floated from Amosta's palm, flew a certain distance and was automatically inserted into the pocket of Vip Dreggen's jacket. Amosta smiled politely and said,
"If you are interested, Mr. Dregern, you are welcome to come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at any time. We will teach and teach you--"
(End of chapter)
