Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Grindelwald felt a hot teardrop dripping on his feet. He felt sorry for Dumbledore and quickly comforted him.

"Albus, put them on for me. I'm old and my body is not good. I still feel cold in the summer. You are so thoughtful to give me wool socks."

"As long as you like it, I will install a fireplace for you later."

Dumbledore quickly calmed down, put the wool socks on the table, and first used his gentle hands to warm Grindelwald's cold feet, and then began to put on the socks.

Grindelwald was really happy.

"Albus, I suddenly thought of a story. In ancient times, there was a general in a certain country. He had a wife who loved each other, but the general had to fight for the country and could not be together for many years."

"After the First World War, the general returned with serious injuries and half of his body was paralyzed. Instead, his wife was somewhat happy and took care of her paralyzed husband without abandoning him. But his wife gradually aged and could not take good care of the general."

"So the two decided to adopt a son. The wife wanted someone to see them off to the end of their lives, but the general wanted his son to inherit his wish and fight for the country."

"The adopted son is very promising. He not only fulfilled his filial piety to the two elders, but also fulfilled the general's dream."

"Albus, what do you think about me adopting an adopted son?"

Dumbledore did not interrupt and listened to Grindelwald's story quietly. His eyes once again regained their wisdom and ruthlessness.

Dumbledore sighed, stretched out his hand to smooth Grindelwald's wrinkled trouser legs, and said sincerely.

"Gellert, there is no need to adopt a child. When I finish some things, I will grow old with you. This is my greatest compensation to you."

Grindelwald smiled and did not continue to talk about this matter. He invited Dumbledore to eat some sweets.

Especially candied haws, and advised Dumbledore to eat more.

The two began to chat, and Dumbledore told Grindelwald some interesting stories about the last Quidditch World Cup.

Happily telling how his favorite Argentina team won with difficulty, and the loser was still honorable.

How the strongest seeker Simmel turned the tide.

An hour later, Dumbledore said goodbye and left.

With a flash of fire, he returned to the principal's office of Hogwarts.

After Dumbledore sat down, he closed his eyes and thought about things. Subconsciously, he took a chocolate candy from the cockroach pile on the table and put it in his mouth to chew.

After eating more than ten cockroach chocolates, he finally figured out the details and metaphors of what he had just said to Gellert.

He wrote two notes, one to Babajid, the vice president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

He asked him to investigate the movements of the saints of the Witch Party, including the information of the letters to Nurmengard, and to see if they were collecting information about the genius little wizard.

One was for Shaw to come to the principal's office, with a password attached.

Dumbledore called Fawkes and asked him to deliver the letter.

Time went back to half an hour ago, in an abandoned classroom of Hogwarts, many students were standing in groups of three or two.

Hermione and Alice moved a table to the door and asked the students who came to register the spell information they mastered.

Shaw stood by the window and seemed to be quietly watching the scenery, but in fact he was drawing a lottery in the system.

Shaw only realized just now that his white magic reserves and level were a bit shabby, and he might not be qualified to teach students.

Water Prison and Flock of Birds are not popular.

Black magic cannot be taught.

Except for the Armor and Levitation spells, his other general white spells may not be as good as those of other senior students.

Fortunately, the first-level faith value is still more than 2,000, and the second-level faith value has finally reached more than 120 points after the fermentation of last night's events.

So we can still count on these three draws to make up for it.

Otherwise, the boast will explode again.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting 1 skill point."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting the 3rd-level disarming spell. Since the host knows the 2nd-level disarming spell, the proficiency is superimposed, and it is now the 4th-level disarming spell."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting the 5th-level soul-sucking spell."

Xiao Er saw these two spells and pondered for a moment.

First add a little skill to the disarming spell to make it a 5th-level spell, which is the spell to be taught later.

And the effect of the 5th-level soul-sucking spell moved Xiao Er very much.

Spells and curses are two different concepts.

For example, the previous water prison spell is a composite spell, which is a comprehensive application of water control spells and transformation spells.

The same is true for the soul absorption spell, which is a high-level composite spell of absorption spells and magic power extraction.

As expected of a product from the second-level lottery pool, the effect is indeed very powerful. As long as there are enough magical life forms for him to absorb, the magic power reserve will increase by 50 scales per year.

It cannot be absorbed infinitely, it is just a matter of physical fitness.

Soul absorption is a weakened system absorption.

Xiao Er is thinking about this.Go find some magical creatures to absorb, and soon you will have more magic power than an adult.

Wait for two years, tsk tsk, even if you can't beat the legend, you can still win. If you earn enough faith points during this period, it's hard to say who will win or lose.

"Shor, the students of both colleges are here, and the spells have been registered. Should we start the class?"

Hermione's voice sounded in his ears. He came back to his senses and turned around to see Hermione with an expectant face and a classroom full of students.

He was a little impatient and had to give up the plan to go to the Forbidden Forest immediately.

He nodded to Hermione, walked to the podium calmly, looked at the students below, and suddenly felt that this feeling was not bad.

He began to speak to the students in a loud voice.

"Today is the first spell instruction, so let's not talk about those things. The only goal of our class is to become stronger!"

As he said this, he ignored the burning gazes of many young wizards, took out his wand, pinched it between his two fingertips, and wrote a few halo fonts in the air: "Spell, gesture, emotion."

"The successful casting of a spell depends on these three elements, and I think the most important thing is emotion, which can be derived into will!"

"You can learn both gestures and spells, and the gestures and spells in many regions are different. You can't expect people who only know French to read English spells."

"And magic is idealistic. You have all experienced magic riots, which also depends on your emotional instability at the time."

Shor looked at the young wizards below the stage and began to lose interest, and suddenly woke up.

It's also his own fault for his lack of experience. For these young wizards who have long been tired of taking theoretical classes, he should directly serve the main course.

"And today, I will teach you a common self-defense spell, the Disarming Spell."

As he spoke, he shook his wand lightly, and a red light as thick as an arm, like a piercing sword rainbow, shot towards a stick-holding dummy in the corner at high speed. The dazzling spell illuminated the abandoned classroom red.

The stick-holding dummy that was hit exploded directly, and the effect was comparable to the explosion spell of ordinary people.

The power of this spell naturally shocked a group of young wizards, causing a gasp.

They have all seen what the Disarming Spell looks like.

But this rainbow-like Disarming Spell is really the first time they have seen it.

"Merlin's silly hair, is this a Disarming Spell?"

"I don't have much education, Shaw, don't lie to me."

"But this spell doesn't look like Huang Guang's explosion spell."

"The Chief is worthy of being the Chief, and the Disarming Spell he uses is so different."

Hermione was full of curiosity and immediately raised her hand and asked loudly.

"Shor, why is your disarming spell so powerful?"