Wandless and silent casting.
No matter which one is an extremely advanced spell-casting skill, it is simply not enough to master these two skills without profound magic power and strong spiritual power. Even if you master them, in most cases, you may only be able to perform some simple little magic. , such as a floating spell or a lighting spell.
Using these two skills against each other in a serious duel is simply unheard of!
There is no doubt that Amosta became the absolute protagonist of the rest of the party.
People rushed over to toast him and express their admiration for the astonishing magical skills he had just displayed. Even Mrs. Maxim came over and asked seriously whether Hogwarts had a special teaching method that could help people master these two spell-casting skills.
Amosta has never been very fond of this kind of enthusiasm, but he has to treat it with caution. After all, his words and deeds represent the image of Hogwarts in the international wizarding community.
But looking at the endless crowd in front of him, Amosta sighed secretly, regretting whether he had gone too far just now.
Vip Dreggen made excuses to leave on the grounds of physical discomfort. The coldness in the seemingly unintentional glance when he left made Amosta understand that this guy should have made up his mind to find someone for Hogwarts. Trouble.
I just met Amosta today, and Durmstrang's principal Igor Karkaroff also left for an excuse. As the principal of a magic school, Karkaroff's magical attainments are not low. He can see the value of Amosta Brain's hands in an understatement. It can be seen from the haste when he left that he He must have been a little scared.
"Amosta--"
In order to win votes for Hogwarts, Barty frequently raised his glass throughout the night with a slight blush on his cheeks. However, it could be seen from his clear and sharp eyes that he still maintained his rationality.
"I want to go back--"
It took Amosta a moment to understand what Barty Crouch was talking about, and he looked surprised.
"Go back. You mean to go back to England? What's wrong, Barty, something big happened in the ministry?"
"It's not worth the fuss--"
Ludo also came over. It could be seen from his giggle that he seemed to have drunk too much.
"This is Buddy's habit, or quirk - he always goes home to sleep, right? It's no big deal. I bet that before you open your eyes tomorrow morning, Buddy has already finished breakfast and is standing in front of you in a suit and tie. The bedside calls you to wake up!"
"You should know how many things are waiting for me to deal with in the ministry-" Barty glared at Ludo coldly. He just came to inform Amosta, not to discuss with him. After saying "I am very satisfied with your performance tonight", he left on his own.
"Speaking of which, I won't sleep in the room tonight either."
Ludo burped and smiled foolishly.
"What?" Amosta curled his lips and chuckled, "Do you also have a lot of things to deal with?"
"Oh, I'm not as boring as Barty--"
Ludo staggered closer to Amosta, as if he wanted to share a secret. Seeing this, Amosta quickly put his ear to him,
"You know Paris is a romantic city. The girls here are full of fun, I mean, passionate and unrestrained. I don't remember how many invitations I just accepted. Anyway-"
Halfway through his words, Ludo suddenly looked at Amosta with curious eyes.
"Otherwise. I'll take you to see some new things. I heard you're still single, right?"
Ludo chuckled again;
"Young and muscular young men always have nowhere to release their energy. What do you think? Do you want to come with me to see the world? I guarantee you will be surprised. There is only one thing. You have to keep it a secret from Barty and Dumbledore!"
"Thanks, but"
It took Amosta more than ten seconds to regain his breath. He resisted the urge to turn Ludo into a cow and said with a bit of gritted teeth,
"Thanks for the kindness, Mr. Bagman. I hope you have a nice night and stay safe."
Ludo was indeed not bragging. Amosta watched him leave arm in arm with a charming lady. Moreover, there seemed to be many people who noticed this scene, but no one showed surprise.
"You were abandoned, weren't you?"
Fleur changed back into the sky blue dress that was very flattering to her figure. Amosta knew that she had been squatting aside for a long time. When she saw Ludo leaving, she immediately squeezed into Amosta's side with elegant steps.
"Mr. Bagman was talking to you about something just now. You don't seem to look right, Mr. Blaine."
Talking about the charm of French women, Miss Delacour.
Amosta blurted out this sentence, but his reason told him that if he really said it, Vip Dreghan did not ruin his reputation, but this sentence might be used to become a laughing stock.
"nothing--"
Amosta smiled gently, "Ludo invited me to find a bistro to experience the customs and customs of Paris after the cocktail party, but I refused. I was in a hurry when I received this errand, and I needed to race against time to complete the safety plan." .”
"oh--"
Fleur shrugged her fragrant shoulders that were half exposed in the air,
"I think Mr. Bagman's proposal is a good one--"
This Beauxbatons sixth-grade little witch suddenly moved her willow-leaf-like eyebrows, her azure eyes sparkling,
"You don't come to Paris very often, do you, Mr. Blaine?"
"Well, it's really not much -" Amosta's eyebrows narrowed slightly.
"I can introduce this city to you -" Fleur said with excitement in her tone, "Just so you can tell me about Hogwarts, and I can also tell you about Beauxbatons. In addition, if possible, you can tell me about it today. Defeat Mr. Drogon's magic at night"
Fleur made a good excuse, but the strange emotion in her eyes couldn't be hidden from Amosta.
French women are indeed very humane and unrestrained. Ludo, you are right.
This little witch is really straightforward. Amosta has never received chocolates and tactful love letters sent by owls from senior witches at Hogwarts. However, this little girl has never dared to face him in person. Release your feelings for him.
In fact, in this city and this country, it is indeed not a big deal. Even Mrs. Maxim noticed Fleur's unusually warm eyes when facing Amosta Brain, and she just smiled secretly and turned her gaze away. Moved to another place, she even felt a faint sense of expectation in her heart.
Amosta has never considered himself a moral role model, but for a long time, his mind has been on magic. Even in recent years, he knows that diligence is of little use to him, and his mind occasionally relaxes. However, a minor of the little witch's favor.
"I'm sorry, Miss Delacour--"
Amosta looked regretful, and he was about to use the excuse just now, but he suddenly paused when the words came to his mouth, and at the same time, a sharp flash of light flashed in his lavender eyes.
"I have something urgent and need to leave. See you later, Miss Delacour."
After leaving these words, Amosta ignored Fleur's shameful and angry look, walked quickly and left the banquet hall directly.
There was a powerful anti-Apparition spell in the hotel, and Amosta didn't want it to be known to the whole world. Otherwise, he would just fly up into the sky and rush back to his room.
The elevator door cracked open, and in the deserted corridor, Amosta's magic power enveloped his whole body. A shadow suddenly flashed a hundred feet away, and transformed into its true form again in front of a door.
The moment he opened the door, the originally beautiful courtyard was filled with thick dust. The original quiet and refined courtyard and the elegant and chic villa were completely gone. What was left in front of Amosta was a mess. Rubble!
interesting.
Amosta slowly entered the room and closed the door with his backhand. He stared at the dilapidated space, and unconsciously, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It seems that some people can't wait to be reincarnated.
(End of chapter)
