I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

In the terrified eyes of everyone, the green light hit the goblin.

A green light flashed, the goblin froze for a moment, then continued to struggle in Riddle's hand, and tried to bite him.

Riddle showed a satisfied smile, he waved his hand, and the goblin flew back into the box.

"Does anyone know what spell I just cast?"

Hermione swallowed, but before she could raise her hand, Riddle picked up the student roster and said casually, "Let me see... Sean Wallop?"

Sean stood up, and he took a deep look at the other party: "I've just heard...that's the death curse."

"Correct! And what about its effects, Mr. Wallop."

"This is a killing curse, it will take away the life of the caster..."

Riddle nodded in satisfaction, then motioned Sean to sit down.

"But, that goblin is still alive and kicking, is it because my magic power is not enough?" He smiled and spread his hands to look at everyone, but no one answered him, as if he told a bad joke.

"Obviously not, and this brings us back to the topic just now." He put his hands on his waist and continued softly in an obsessive tone, "The unknown will cause awe and disgust."

"And for every spell, it is still the wizard who determines its effect."

Hermione raised her hand.

"Miss Granger?"

"Sir, I don't think your actions are right!" She even trembled her lips, "The casting of black magic often requires the caster to have great malice, maybe you can control... the Killing Curse, but it's not The field we should touch!"

There was no displeasure on Riddle's face, he waved his hand to signal Hermione to sit down: "Miss Granger, you overlooked one thing, this course is called Magic Attack and Defense in Nurmengard, and We're not going to teach a bunch of deranged lunatics."

He paused, and some arcs were drawn at the corners of his mouth: "If the malice is eliminated when casting a spell, will the so-called black magic become a sharp weapon in the hands of wizards?"

Nurmengard's students puffed up their chests with pride on their faces.

"I'm here to teach you a truth that has never changed through the ages. Magic is just magic, and the one who masters it will always be a wizard."

The Hogwarts students discussed in low voices uncontrollably. Today, what Professor Riddle brought to them was almost a conceptual subversion.

Only Sean frowned slightly.

He didn't feel very good. Riddle's idea sounded extremely correct, and he also made a reasonable demonstration, and there seemed to be no loopholes that could be pointed out.

However, Riddle did not say anything.

What about the cure?

Many reasons why black magic is feared by people is because it has no solution, and those who are cursed will suffer endless pain.

In Riddle's hands, Avada Kedavra can be nothing to eat, but in this world, how many people are as familiar with black magic as he is?

Grindelwald? What else? Sean can't think of another name.

The Fiendfire in Grindelwald's hand is as docile as a cat, but some people will only burn themselves to death when they get it out.

Moreover, Sean noticed that the goblin that Riddle used as a demonstration was a humanoid creature...

He glanced involuntarily in the direction of Slytherin, where Malfoy and his minions were discussing something excitedly.

Sean secretly sighed, the seed has been planted... Is this Riddle's purpose?

On the podium, Riddle didn't stop the students from discussing. He waited for the noise to subside before he said with a smile: "Of course, some things are still far away from you. Today, let's learn a little spell."

"Well, who will show me, oh, Oakes?" He pointed to a Nurmengard student.

The short, brown-haired boy came down reluctantly, while the other Nurmengard students let out a low laugh.

"Relax, Oakes, this is a first-year project, you should have studied it." Riddle patted the boy on the shoulder.

He and the boy stood opposite each other, and then explained: "This is an attack spell. The effect is very simple. It will give the victim some pain from being pricked, and it has a good effect on distracting others."

"Of course, some people use it to make some little pranks." Riddle shrugged, as if the spell was just a gadget.

He gestured for everyone to learn with him, and after seeing everyone's wands waved, Riddle nodded in satisfaction.

"Acupunct Internus" he emphasized the pronunciation of the 'in', "remember to emphasize the pronunciation, and at the same time picture in your mind the vision of the transparent long needle piercing."

"Read it with me, Acupunct Internus"

"Acupunct Internus"

"Very good," Riddle turned to the stocky little fat man, "Ox, are you ready to duel with me?"

Oakes squeezed his wand nervously, and finally nodded vigorously.

"Okay, come on."

The little fat man looked extremely nervous, but to the surprise of others, Oakes raised his wand as soon as Riddle finished speaking. His movements were quick and precise, and spells came out of his mouth.

"Acupunct Internus!"

Riddle dodged the spell with a dodge, and waved his wand lazily: "Acupunct Internus"

Oakes yelled in pain, and then covered his shoulders.

"It's a good spell, Oakes, but it still needs practice." Riddle waved his hand to let the opponent return to his position. The little fat man was still clutching his shoulder, as if he had been stabbed severely.

"Okay, let's divide into two groups and start practicing. Don't worry about how much pain you will suffer. Your current level is about the same as mosquito bites."

I don't know whether it was a coincidence or an accident, the opponents of the Hogwarts students were all their classmates, and only Sean was assigned to a student from Nurmengard.

"Wallup, he only studied half a semester longer than you, so don't worry." Riddle said with a smile.

But everyone else looked at Sean worriedly. They were learning this spell for the first time, but the students of Nurmengard had obviously mastered it completely, and that Oaks could well reflect this.

The tall dark-haired boy gave a malicious smile and slowly raised his wand.

The other Nurmengard students also seemed to be watching the show.

Sean shrugged, he just took a moment to look at his panel.

Avada Kedavra (Black Magic): Proficiency 100/3000

Needle piercing (black magic): Proficiency 200/1000

My talent for black magic seems to be a little bit outstanding...

"Start!" Riddle ordered.