The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

The next level is still the same crystal ball, but there are countless palm-sized cubes in the air.

They have to use the crystal ball to control these small blocks to form a path.

The previous level tested the total amount of magic power, and this level tests the ability to control magic power.

"I don't need your help this time."

Hermione walked proudly to the crystal ball. Mo Bai stood behind her with his arms folded, his head slightly tilted, his eyes full of doting.

Hermione is naturally intelligent, and under the effect of the Soul Oath, her magical powers are not inferior to most wizards.

The girl's current strength can be said to be far beyond most adult wizards, and is even not inferior to most professors at Hogwarts.

but.

Mo Bai's eyes flashed with deep thought.

Even with Hermione's strength, she almost couldn't pass the first level.

Maybe I could get through it without his help, but it would definitely drain every last bit of magic power out of my body.

If it were someone like Lucius, he would probably have been stuck at the first level.

This relic has some high requirements for the so-called inheritor.

Who is the magic lord Azuth?

While thinking, Hermione had already pieced together the whole route. She turned around to look at Mo Bai, only to find that this guy was actually looking down at something, not looking at her at all.

She wrinkled her nose, put the last block down, and the door swung open.

"Let's go."

After saying that, he walked forward without even looking back.

Mo Bai was stunned for a moment, then laughed and followed.

Subsequent levels are all tests of your magic control, such as controlling floating platforms, solving puzzles with spells of different attributes, etc.

I have to say that it was a good decision to ask Bill before. Hermione remembered the knowledge about removing curses and ruins very clearly.

The little girl seemed to be holding back a lot of energy. She ignored Mo Bai in the following levels and just focused on trying to pass them.

Mo Bai didn't say anything either, but followed her with a smile on his face.

When the two reached the end and there was no gate anymore, they looked at the blue teleportation array lighting up on the ground, and neither of them spoke at first.

Mo Bai walked behind Hermione and touched the back of her head. "Very impressive. I can't do better than you."

Hermione, who had her back to him, raised and lowered the corners of her mouth quickly, and turned to look at him suspiciously.

"Really?"

"Of course, I lied to you when."

"Humph."

Hermione shook her head proudly and took his hand, "Let's go."

After entering the teleportation array, the two returned to the hall, where another door opposite them had already been opened.

The two men walked through the door, the same torch was lit, and the same path led directly to the platform.

When I got closer, I found that what was on the platform was not a crystal ball, but a piece of parchment that looked quite old. There were mysterious patterns drawn on it, and a word was written in an ancient language below.

Hermione squinted to identify it, "It's the Hurricane Curse."

The Hurricane Spell can be used to summon a strong wind that can blow up heavy objects. The greater the magic power, the heavier the object that can be blown up. And there is one very special thing about it.

Even if the target has an armor spell, it will be blown away by the hurricane.

But Mo Bai always felt that this spell was useless.

If you want to move objects, it is more convenient to directly manipulate magic. Using the Hurricane Spell is like using pliers to grab things when you can just use your hands.

As for targeting other wizards? He couldn't use the Hurricane Curse.

The blue shadow appeared again.

"Excellent learning ability is also an indispensable part of a wizard. This door can only be opened with the Hurricane Spell."

"As a candidate for my inheritance, you are eligible to learn my magic in advance."

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

This sentence sounds as if the Hurricane Spell was invented by this person.

And it's just a useless spell.

Hermione immediately pulled out her wand, excited.

"I come!"

He waved his wand gently towards the door in the distance.

"Hurricane Curse!"

The strong wind blew up her bangs, revealing her smooth forehead. The surrounding blue magic power was stirred into a cone shape and instantly blew towards the gate in front.

However, the door did not respond.

Hermione glared and waved her wand again, reciting the spell word by word with extreme seriousness. Magic power surged out of her body and her robes fluttered.

A strong wind swirled out from the tip of the staff and slammed into the dark door.

The door remained silent and didn't even light up.

“Pfft, huh…”

Hermione turned her head sharply to look at Mo Bai, her beautiful eyes full of little accusations.

I was bullied by the door, and you're still laughing?

Mo Bai said with a smile, "This hurricane spell should be different from what we learned."

"Remember what Old Dumbledore said about the relationship between ancient spells and modern spells?"

Hermione frowned at first, then her eyes lit up.

"Modern spells are simplified versions of ancient spells!"

"Smart," Mo Bai rubbed her head, but she slapped him away.

"Orthodox ancient magic has no spells, no step-by-step wand waving, and the learning conditions are very strict."

"Whether it's the Patronus Charm or the Fiery Flame Charm, although they are also ancient spells, they have been systematically improved with the addition of spells and wand movements."

"I guess the original Patronus spell may have directly summoned the Patronus, instead of going through several stages like now, first the light mist, then the light shield, and then the formed Patronus. This is the result of simplification."

"Even so, few people can master this spell perfectly."

"Not to mention the even more violent Fiendfyre. There are only a handful of people who can master Fiendfyre..."

Looking at the parchment on the platform, a rare flash of heat appeared in Mo Bai's eyes.

"And right before my eyes, there is a complete method for learning ancient spells."

Hermione also looked at the parchment with shining eyes.

Then the little face wrinkled again.

"How do I learn this?"

Modern magic textbooks all have detailed descriptions of magic spells and illustrations of wand movements, but the parchment before him only had patterns that looked mysterious but were completely incomprehensible.

It's simply a book without words.

Mo Bai thought for a moment, and he remembered the situation in Nurmengard when the old man taught him the Fire Curse.

At that time, neither of them had a wand, so the old man taught him directly using the silent and wandless method.

The method was simple and crude, just hit him directly with a fierce fire.

The old man's exquisite control prevented him from being burned to death, and at the same time allowed him to use his magic to personally experience how Li Huo's magic flowed.

Although you won't die from the burning, the feeling of being burned by the flames is not very pleasant...

He stared at the parchment in front of him.

It can’t be that simple and crude.

"I'll try first..."

Hermione started to get nervous when she saw Mo Bai's serious expression.

The little hand pinched the corner of his clothes, "Is there any danger?"

"Probably... not."

Mo Bai was a little embarrassed to say that his current state was entirely due to the psychological trauma left by the old man.

He patted her little hands.

"It's fine."

As he spoke, magic power, along with deep spiritual power, poured into the parchment.

boom!

At that moment, his spiritual body appeared in another world.

There is nothing in this world except the wind.

The wind was howling, and the fierce hurricane was attacking him like a knife blade.

He looked frail, like a small sampan facing a tsunami, as if he would be torn to pieces by the strong wind in the next second.

But he is not a small sampan, but a huge ship.

The knife-like wind blades cut into his body, causing only slight pain. He seemed to have returned to the time when he was learning the Fierce Fire Curse.

Moreover, he could faintly detect traces of the flow of magic power from these wind blades.

As long as his mental strength can withstand the tearing of the wind blade, he will be able to master this spell sooner or later.

He frowned.

I can hold on.

But...what about Hermione?