Spellcasting Gods

"ok, I get it."

Zhang Cheng, whose body was imbued with divinity, was extremely sensitive and naturally understood the "half-blooded prince's" wariness towards him. He glanced at the other party with a half-smile and then raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, his entire body began to etherealize, gradually becoming transparent, and finally vanished without a trace.

Upon seeing this, Snape's pupils contracted sharply, and he froze on the spot.

It's important to know that Hogwarts has a very strong set of magical protections, and many teleportation spells, including Apparition, cannot work here.

But just now!

Someone actually defied this common sense, completing a magical teleportation without even using a wand, which was incredibly easy.

On a whim, he turned and ran toward the Great Hall, wanting to tell Dumbledore the news.

Meanwhile, in the auditorium on the first floor, Zhang Cheng slowly solidified into a physical form in full view of everyone, then sat down in his seat and smiled and nodded to the other professors around him.

This move not only left the students speechless, but even the professors couldn't help but show expressions of utter astonishment.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, in particular, immediately turned to the side and lowered his voice to probe: "Dear Professor Zhang, can you tell me what method you used to teleport away from Hogwarts' magical defenses?"

“Headmaster, if you’ve carefully studied Hogwarts’ magical defense system, you’ll find that it’s not as perfect as it’s described. Especially regarding the prohibition of magical teleportation, it only prohibits long-distance location, making it impossible for wizards to determine their teleportation destination. But if the target is changed to a person, then teleportation will not be hindered in any way,” Zhang Cheng replied, feigning ease.

"I see! You used Hagrid as a teleportation locator, and then slightly offset the distance." Dumbledore's pupils shone with astonishment.

It's important to understand that while this technique sounds easy, it's extremely difficult to execute. At least among the professors present, no more than two are capable of doing it.

First, the caster must be extremely sensitive to magic, able to detect the magical fluctuations of someone within hundreds of meters or even kilometers.

Secondly, you also need very precise control skills. Otherwise, if you make a mistake by even a slight misalignment, you might embed yourself in a wall or pillar, or even crash into the person you're targeting, and both of you would die.

Finally, and most importantly, the caster must possess unparalleled courage and strong self-confidence; an ordinary person would absolutely not take such a great risk just to save a little time.

“Indeed! Your understanding and insight into magic are truly admirable. If I had the time, I would be very happy to discuss with you the loopholes in Hogwarts' magical defenses. But for now, let's proceed with the Sorting Ceremony first…”

Before Zhang Cheng could finish speaking, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open with a bang.

Snape burst in, panting, and kept looking around.

When he saw Zhang Cheng, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and walked to his seat with a gloomy face.

Dumbledore clearly knew what had happened between the two and teased with a smile, "Be careful, dear Zhang, Severus is not a magnanimous enemy. He will get his revenge sooner or later."

"Hehe, it's alright. I like challenges, and I especially enjoy playing fun little games to pass the time." Zhang Cheng stared at Snape, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

Snape glared at him but said nothing.

Chapter 740 Magic Practice Lesson (Part 1)

As the old saying goes, wherever there are people, there is conflict; wherever there is conflict, there is a world of its own.

Despite Hogwarts' small size and fewer than twenty professors, the relationships between them are exceptionally complex, with some even being bitter enemies, such as Snape and Lupin, the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Given the chance, Zhang Cheng had no doubt that they would pull out their wands and cast a vicious death curse on the other party.

In addition, the centuries-long rivalry between the four colleges inevitably led to professors showing bias based on their backgrounds and positions.

In general, this so-called best magic school in Britain and even Europe is actually full of fierce discrimination and struggle. If it weren't for a strong headmaster, who knows what it would have become? It wouldn't be surprising if it split up and disbanded one day.

As someone skilled in political maneuvering, Zhang Cheng couldn't understand whether the four founders, who were touted as incredibly powerful, had been kicked in the head by a donkey or had their heads slammed in a door, to come up with such an utterly foolish power structure.

It is important to understand that the most important thing for any organization to grow and thrive is to concentrate all available resources and continuously expand outwards until it becomes a behemoth that others dare not easily touch.

To put it bluntly, it's centralization of power!

Suppress the various factions within the organization for the time being, and make everyone obey the leader's orders.

But look at what the founders of Hogwarts did?

From the very beginning, they divided the school into four distinct factions, each with such vastly different ideologies that it led to fierce rivalries like those between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Fortunately, the British wizarding world has never really taken off; otherwise, if another talented and powerful wizard had emerged and established a new magic school, it wouldn't have taken over Hogwarts in no time.

Of course, the merits or demerits of Hogwarts or the British wizarding world were utterly insignificant in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

After the amusing opening ceremony, he once again locked himself in his room, and no one knew what he was doing inside. Only occasionally, passing students and ghosts would hear eerie noises and unsettling silver lights coming from inside.

Many students even thought that the newly appointed professor of magic practice was a complete freak.

There was only one exception: Draco Malfoy.

However, he didn't explain anything to anyone, but simply waited with great anticipation for the first practical magic lesson.

About two weeks later, Zhang Cheng finally stepped out of his room, wearing a light black robe, and appeared in front of the students for the first time.

Given the needs of teaching, he did not choose a spacious auditorium or classroom, but instead chose to hold his classes on an outdoor lawn.

The students were none other than Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Seeing the atmosphere of mutual hostility between the two sides, almost sparks flying, a playful smile appeared on his face. He cleared his throat and said loudly, "Quiet! Perhaps some of you know me, but most are strangers, but that doesn't matter. Because what I'm about to teach you is the most intense and exhilarating battle of all the courses."

“War…battle?!” Hermione Granger, the model student, couldn’t help but exclaim.

Looking at the girl's slightly immature face, Zhang Cheng smiled and nodded: "That's right! Fighting! Real fighting! Not the dueling club you played in last semester. In this course, you may get injured and experience all kinds of pain and hardship, but I guarantee that as long as you persevere, you will become stronger. Also, if anyone is afraid or scared, you can quit now. This is not a required course and will not affect your final grades."

“Professor… Professor! Will people die?” Ron asked cautiously, raising his hand.

“Dead? No, not at all. At most, there will be some blood and a few broken bones. If you want to know more, you can ask Draco. He knows my teaching methods very well.” After saying that, Zhang Cheng winked at Malfoy.

Without a word, the latter pulled open his collar, revealing a three-centimeter-long, recently healed scar, and sneered, "See that? Weasley! This is the injury I got during training. If you're a coward, then you'd better get lost. The professor's training isn't for trash."

“Scared? I’m not scared!” Ron retorted sharply, his face flushed.

It is well known that twelve- or thirteen-year-old children, especially boys, usually value their reputation above all else, and some of the bolder ones may even do some dangerous and foolish things.

So when provoked by the person he hates the most, he immediately reacts subconsciously.

“Very good! I look forward to your performance. I hope you and Potter won’t be scared to tears. As far as I know, he seemed to have been frightened unconscious by the Dementors on the train, right?” Draco grinned with a sarcastic smile.

He knows how tough real combat training is; he himself almost couldn't persevere back then.

Although the intensity may be much lower if it is replaced by a school open class, it is still not something a group of pampered students can withstand.

"Malfoy, that's enough." Zhang Cheng decisively stopped Draco's actions.

Because he had already seen that Albus Dumbledore, the young master of Hogwarts, was standing on the high windowsill, looking down at the lawn, with several professors beside him.

“As you wish, Professor.” Young Malfoy placed one hand on his chest and gave an elegant aristocratic bow.

Having resolved the minor conflict between the two, Zhang Cheng immediately spread his arms and raised the supreme authority disguised as a magic wand, instantly creating hundreds of non-physical illusions made entirely of energy on the playground.

"Oh my god!!!!"

"That's...that's amazing!"

"Incredible!"

"Is this the professor's skill?!"

……

In an instant, every student involuntarily gasped and screamed, and the scene looked extremely chaotic.

In contrast, Dumbledore, standing on the high balcony of the castle, rarely showed a smile and said without turning his head, "See? I told you so. A wizard with this level of spellcasting ability can never be subordinate to anyone."

“I agree that he is an exceptionally powerful wizard, but I have reservations about whether he has any contact with the Dark Lord,” Snape replied with a somber expression.

"Caution is a valuable quality, but being too suspicious is not good. Don't worry, I don't sense any strong ambition or desire in him. He's not the same kind of person as Tom, at least not yet."

After saying this meaningful sentence, Dumbledore turned and walked towards the headmaster's office.

No one knew what he was thinking at that moment, and no one knew what he would do next...

Chapter 741 Magic Practice Class (Part 2)

"Quiet!"

"Everyone, be quiet!"

After shouting twice, Zhang Cheng found that the students not only did not quiet down, but the situation became increasingly out of control.

Especially the older girls, two or three of them actually dared to rush over and take advantage of the chaos.

Left with no other choice, he had to inject a wisp of energy, inducing a strong resonance between the supreme authority and the surrounding air.

moment!

squeak!!!!!!!!!

A chilling, ear-piercing sound echoed across the lawn!

Everyone who heard the sound involuntarily stopped what they were doing, covered their ears, and showed expressions of extreme pain on their faces.

As we all know, humans are actually very sensitive to noise, especially certain frequencies of sound, which can render a person powerless and helpless in just a few seconds.

Seeing the chaos subside, Zhang Cheng immediately withdrew the noise emanating from his supreme authority and warned expressionlessly, "Remember, this is the first time, and I hope it's the last. If anyone dares to disrupt classroom discipline again, I guarantee he or she will pay a heavy price. Now, Draco, come up here and demonstrate to everyone what real combat training is all about."

"It's my pleasure, Professor."

Young Malfoy proudly took two steps forward, stood in front of the illusion he knew best, gripped his wand tightly, and bowed slightly. The illusion returned the bow.

The moment the latter stood up, he immediately shouted at top speed: "Trembling Shock!"

Suddenly, a blinding white bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of the wand.

But to everyone's surprise, the illusion reacted even faster, immediately casting a magical protective spell on itself and calmly launching a counterattack.

Compared to Draco's precise, efficient, and reckless offensive strategy, the illusion is undoubtedly more comprehensive, capable of handling both defense and offense. In no time, it seized the initiative, leaving Draco in a sorry state, with some parts even injured and looking extremely bloody.

As for the students watching, they were dumbfounded, completely unable to believe that with Malfoy's level of spellcasting, he couldn't even see the slightest hope of winning.

Just when everyone thought that the battle was destined to be won by illusion, Draco's eyes suddenly revealed an extremely fierce look, and he charged towards a blazing fireball.

He braved the scorching heat of hundreds of degrees Celsius with his own flesh and blood to reach the front, where he fired a deadly ice arrow, shattering the illusion and securing the final victory.

The whole process happened so quickly and unexpectedly that when he struggled to his feet, everyone forgot to cheer and applaud.

Just as an eerie silence fell over the lawn, Zhang Cheng suddenly led the applause, commenting, "Mr. Malfoy did a good job. He has an excellent sense of timing, understands the importance of seizing the initiative, and knows how to turn the tide when at a disadvantage. Battles, especially between wizards, can often be decided in just a second, so I require everyone involved to maintain a high level of concentration."

“Professor! Draco is still bleeding! Don’t you need to take him for treatment?” a Slytherin girl said quietly, blushing.

"Hehe, with me here, you don't need to worry about minor things like getting injured." Zhang Cheng smiled and released a dazzling golden holy light.