The Return to Hogwarts

At this moment, everyone realized that Amosta Blaine wasn't making excuses about not having his wand because he was afraid of fighting, nor was he really without his wand; he was just—he was just fighting back!

A counterattack against Wip Dregern's targeting!

But isn't this too arrogant?

It's important to understand that Whip Dreggan is not some inexperienced wizard who can't even wield a wand properly. Although he is not a wizard known for his powerful magic, he is, after all, an elite wizard who has participated in wars and survived. It can be said that even now, Whip Dreggan's skills are in no way inferior to those of the elite Aurors of various countries' Ministries of Magic.

It's outrageous for a wizard without a wand to try and take on a seasoned wizard!

This thought crossed the minds of everyone in the banquet hall.

Hibiscus's delicate lips parted slightly as she stared at Amosta Blaine, who remained unmoved amidst the murmurs of the crowd, her large blue eyes still filled with confusion.

Amosta Blaine wanted to defeat the wizard she couldn't defeat with her bare hands, even with all her strength. Sorry, is it April Fool's Day?

"So--"

Amosta didn't care how shocking his words were, spoken in a light and casual tone. He remained a gentle gentleman, but a barely perceptible ruthlessness lurked in his pale purple eyes.

"Are you ready, Mr. Dregern?"

"You will pay for your stupidity, Blaine!"

The humiliation was so great that Dregern forgot he was in public. He suddenly raised his wand and growled in a low voice.

Of course, Dregern hadn't completely lost his mind; otherwise, he would have unleashed the most powerful curse he knew to teach this arrogant young man a lesson. Of course, there were many spells that could publicly humiliate someone, a fierce glint in Dregern's eyes. He prepared to choose the most dramatic one, but—

The moment his wand fell, the keen sense of smell honed through half a lifetime of fighting evil set off alarm bells in Dregren's mind. The spell he had originally intended to use for an attack transformed into a reliable protective spell upon landing, after sensing the sudden glint of light in Amostabrain's cold eyes.

"Armor protection!"

A transparent wand, shimmering in the candlelight, appeared before Dreggen, and at the same time, everyone in the banquet hall vaguely heard a roar.

It was like the earth-shattering roar caused by a giant beast sleeping in the deep sea being disturbed. The invisible sea of ​​magic, drawn by Amosta's own magic, stirred up a monstrous wave. The raging magic destroyed the Ironclad Curse, which had already formed a stable magical structure, with overwhelming force!

Click!

After a crisp and melodious shattering sound, the magic barrier in front of Dregern, as thin as a cicada's wing, transformed into countless falling petals, slowly rising into the heavy, stagnant air.

Before Dreggen's horrified expression could even form, Amosta's right hand, which was hanging naturally at his side, suddenly clenched its index finger and thumb together.

pat!

In the impenetrable banquet hall, along with the snap of fingers, a tiny yet dazzling bolt of lightning erupted from Amosta's fingertip.

As Dregern flicked his wrist in preparation, he suddenly felt an irresistible, immense force wrap around his wand. Then, his wand flew out of his hand like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, it was in Amosta's palm.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The suffocating silence continued, with the flickering candlelight and the wand spinning in Amostella's palm seemingly the only moving things in the hall.

In the end, it was Amosta Blaine who broke the silence.

"How long did it take?"

Amosta glanced at the wizard in charge of keeping time, his voice tinged with pleasure.

"What? Oh, you mean time!"

When the wizard was asked the question, he frantically looked at his watch after realizing what had happened, only to find that the second hand hadn't even moved halfway down the dial in the time that had been spent in silence!

“I’m not entirely sure, Mr. Blaine,” the wizard said tremblingly. “It might be three seconds or five seconds, but it couldn’t have been more than ten seconds!”

"how come."

Dregern seemed to age ten years in an instant. His shoulders slumped, and he stared blankly at Amosta. "How could this be... It's staffless casting and silent casting, but it's my Ironclad Charm!"

"This problem is rather complicated to explain."

The stolen wand floated up from Amosta's palm, flew a short distance, and automatically slipped into the pocket of Whip Dreggen's jacket. Amosta smiled politely.

"If you are interested, Mr. Dregern, you are welcome to visit Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry anytime. We guarantee you'll learn everything we teach—"

Chapter 402 Who Did It?

2023-08-03

Spellcasting without a staff and spellcasting without sound.

Both are extremely profound spellcasting techniques. Without considerable magical power and strong mental strength, it is impossible to master either of them. Even if one does master them, in most cases, one can only cast some simple minor spells, such as the Levitation Charm or the Illumination Charm.

Using these two techniques in a formal duel is simply unheard of!

Without a doubt, Amosta became the absolute protagonist for the remainder of the banquet.

People rushed over to toast him and express their admiration for the astonishing magical skills he had just displayed. Even Madam Maxim came over to seriously inquire whether Hogwarts had a special teaching method that could help people master these two spellcasting techniques.

Amostella has never been particularly fond of such enthusiasm, but he has to be cautious, after all, his words and actions represent Hogwarts' image in the international wizarding world.

Looking at the endless stream of people in front of him, Amosta sighed inwardly, regretting whether he had gone a bit too far just now.

Whip Dregern made an excuse to leave, citing illness. The chilling look in his seemingly unintentional glance as he left told Amostella that this guy was determined to cause trouble for Hogwarts.

Having only met Amostella today, Durmstrang's headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, also made an excuse to leave. As the headmaster of a magic school, Karkaroff's magical skills were not low; he could see the true value of the two skills Amostella Blaine had casually displayed. Judging from his hasty departure, he was probably a little frightened.

"Amosta--"

Barty's cheeks were slightly flushed as he frequently raised his glass to garner votes for Hogwarts, but his clear and sharp eyes revealed that he remained rational.

"I need to go back--"

It took Amosta a moment to understand what Barty Crouch was talking about; he looked surprised.

"Go back? You mean back to England? What's wrong, Barty? Has something big happened at the ministry?"

"This is nothing to be surprised about."

Ludo also came over, and from his chuckling laughter, it was clear he seemed to have had too much to drink.

"That's just Batty's habit, or rather, his quirk—he always goes home to sleep, right? It's no big deal. I bet tomorrow morning, before you even open your eyes, Batty will already be standing by your bedside, all dressed up and in his suit, calling you to get up!"

“You should know how many things in the department are waiting for me to handle—” Batty glared coldly at Ludo. He had only come to inform Amosta, not to discuss anything with him, and after saying, “I am very satisfied with your performance tonight,” he left on his own.

"Speaking of which, I'm not sleeping in my room tonight either."

Ludo hiccuped and chuckled foolishly.

"What?" Amosta pursed his lips and chuckled. "You also have a lot of things to take care of?"

"Oh, I'm not as boring as Buddy--"

Ludo staggered closer to Amosta, looking as if he wanted to share a secret. Seeing this, Amosta quickly pressed his ear against his.

"You know Paris is the city of romance, the girls here are witty, I mean, passionate and outgoing. I can't even remember how many invitations I just accepted. Anyway—"

Ludo, halfway through his sentence, suddenly looked at Amosta with a peculiar gaze.

"Otherwise, I'll take you to see what it's like. I heard you're still single, right?"

Ludo chuckled again.

"Young and fit lads always have boundless energy. How about it, want to come with me and broaden your horizons? I guarantee you'll be amazed. Just one thing: you have to keep it a secret from Barty and Dumbledore!"

"Thank you, but..."

It took Amosta more than ten seconds to catch his breath. He suppressed the urge to turn Ludo into a cow and said through gritted teeth,

"Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Bagman. Have a pleasant evening, and please be careful."

Ludo was not exaggerating. Amosta watched him leave hand in hand with a glamorous woman, and quite a few people seemed to have noticed the scene, but none of them looked surprised.

"You've been abandoned, haven't you?"

Fleur changed back into the sky-blue dress that perfectly accentuated her figure. Amosta knew Fleur had been waiting for her for a while, and as soon as Ludo left, she gracefully moved to stand next to Amosta.

“What did Mr. Bagman say to you just now? You don’t look quite right, Mr. Blaine.”

They were talking about the charm of French women, specifically Mademoiselle Delacour.

Amosta blurted out those words, but reason told him that if he actually said them, while Wip Dregern might not ruin his reputation, the words might make him a laughingstock.

"nothing--"

Amosta smiled gently. "Ludo invited me to find a small bar after the party to experience the local culture of Paris, but I declined. I received this assignment rather hastily and need to race against time to finalize the security plan."

"Oh--"

Furong shrugged her fragrant shoulders, which were half-exposed to the air.

"I think Mr. Bagman's suggestion is quite good--"

The sixth-grade witch from Beauxbatons suddenly twitched her willow-leaf eyebrows, and her azure eyes shone brightly.

“You don’t come to Paris very often, do you, Mr. Blaine?”

“Hmm, that’s not much—” Amosta’s brow furrowed slightly.

“I can tell you about this city—” Fleur’s voice was filled with excitement. “You can tell me about Hogwarts, and I can tell you about Beauxbatons. Also, if you’re willing, you can defeat Mr. Dregern’s magic tonight.”

Hibiscus found a good excuse, but the strange emotion in her eyes did not escape Amosta's notice.

French women are indeed very free-spirited and passionate, you're right.

This little witch is really straightforward. Amos Tower has received chocolates and sweet love letters delivered by owls from older witches at Hogwarts before, but no girl has ever dared to express her feelings to him face to face.

In fact, in this city and this country, it was not a big deal. Even when Madame Maxim noticed the unusually enthusiastic look in Fleur's eyes when she faced Amosta Blaine, she just smiled to herself and looked away. In fact, she even had a faint sense of anticipation in her heart.