I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Sometimes a brilliant spell would amaze Professor Flitwick.

Ron and Harry whispered: "Why did John come here? I thought he wouldn't show up in Charms class this school year."

"I heard that Professor Flitwick invited him," Harry said. "I also thought he wouldn't show up."

Ron felt ridiculous and said, "What can he learn here? I mean, does he need to learn these courses?"

John killed Voldemort in the first half of the year, but he still wants to study here?

Not to mention Ron, everyone else also felt like they were dreaming.

Even the Ravenclaw students didn't know what their headmaster was doing.

Halfway through the class, Professor Flitwick saw that the time was almost up and waved his wand to let everyone look over.

"Look here, yes, you heard me right, Miss Parkinson, I hope you will let Mr. Nott go for the time being."

Pansy, who was pestering Theodore, immediately let go of her arms when she heard this.

Everyone looked over and Professor Flitwick said: "I know you are full of doubts about my invitation to Mr. Wick."

"Mr. Wick's current level has exceeded the scope of what I can teach."

"So I warmly invite you. I hope Mr. Wick can leave some amazing magic in Hogwarts during this class."

This was Professor Flitwick's purpose, he knew that John had created a lot of magic.

As a professor of Charms, he hoped that John could share some of his experiences in the creation and application of magic.

This can be regarded as a little naughty thing belonging to Ravenclaw.

Professor Flitwick waved to John and said enthusiastically: "John, we agreed."

"Okay, Professor Flitwick," John reluctantly spread his hands and stood up from his seat.

When the students saw it, they saw that the second king of the magical world was giving him a lesson!

They stared at John with bright eyes and burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm.

Walking to Professor Flitwick's position, John thought about the magic he could teach.

Speaking of which, his magic is extremely dangerous.

If you are not careful, let alone the enemy, you will be attacked by magic.

After screening, John locked the magic to what he was best at, the Shattering Curse variant.

"I divide magic into seven levels." After pondering, John said.

He waved his wand gently, and white light fell on a human-shaped target in the Charms classroom.

The human-shaped target emitted white smoke and was partially broken in the middle.

He used four more attacks in succession.

The humanoid targets cause varying degrees of damage and crushing effects.

"There is a watershed in the application of magic power and practical combat skills from level one to level five, and the effects caused increase step by step."

Students gasped as they watched the damage caused by John's understatement.

Crabbe, a barbarian, raised his hand and asked, "What does the sixth level look like?"

"The sixth level is to create new changes based on the spell itself. You can change the form of the spell."

After saying that, John tapped his wand lightly on the table, and a wave of white light spread out.

Wherever he passed, the humanoid target reappeared and turned into powder and scattered as if it had been weathered.

Professor Flitwick's eyes flashed and he screamed: "Excellent crushing spell!"

John waved his wand again, and a lightning-shaped whip wrapped around a table, and with a strong squeeze, the part in contact shattered.

Then a white ball of light appeared on the top of his wand. As the ball of light grew larger, Professor Flitwick became uneasy.

"John, don't destroy the classroom."

"Sorry, Professor Flitwick, I almost forgot."

John was about to use the charged crushing spell before he remembered that this was a classroom. He dispersed the crushing spell and said calmly: "What I just saw are three variants of the crushing spell."

"You will find that, apart from the different forms of expression, the effects have only one purpose, and that is to crush."

The crushing spell that changes the original form is eye-catching, and the effect it creates is also powerful.

At this time someone raised their hand again, it was Ernie.

He asked excitedly: "What's level seven like?"

"That's a new kind of magic." John smiled slightly, looked around, spread his hands and said, "I can't demonstrate it here."

This means that John has reached the seventh level of attainment.

The students looked at Professor Flitwick with pleading eyes.

Hermione still didn't know how to face John.

She no longer had the idea of ​​catching up with John. When she needed to take notes, John was already teaching on the podium.

Professor Flitwick also wanted to see what level seven magic was like.

So he simply took advantage of the professor's privileges and took the students out of the classroom.

The students cheered and everyone followed.

Neville and Hannah walked together. The two behaved intimately, and it seemed that they had an unusual relationship.

Malfoy gritted his teeth and said, "If my Atto hadn't been here, it wouldn't have been their turn to show off!"

Daphne rolled her eyes at him and sneered: "You think you can show off?"

Thinking that his nemesis was still there, Malfoy felt very aggrieved.

Pansy came to Daphne and asked in a low voice: "Where did you and John go yesterday?"

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Daphne seemed to have been drunk, her cheeks were slightly red, and she hesitated: "We didn't do anything."

"Really?" Pansy stared at Daphne suspiciously.

After coming back last night, Daphne's posture of lying on the pillow and rolling back and forth for several hours didn't look like she was dry.

Daphne muttered in a weak mosquito voice: "We had a good sleep."

"Have a nap?!"

Pansy's brain was almost overloaded.

Is this what you mean by not doing anything?

No, I am currently cuddling, hugging and acting coquettishly. Are you making progress too fast?

"No, just sleeping." Daphne explained anxiously.

Pansy said I understand, I understand, I just went to sleep.

The more she explained, the more intriguing she became, and Daphne became desperate.

Arrive at a clearing outside the castle.

John looked around, and in the distance stood the ruins of the walls that had been cleared away by the Battle of Hogwarts.

"Just stay here."

He asked everyone to stop and said seriously: "I will only demonstrate this once."

After all, there is only one target.

Everyone was curious about what level seven magic was like, and they held their breath.

I saw John raising his wand and aiming at the pile of ruins.

"Reducto"

The white light gathered at the tip of the staff and turned into a spiral of entangled lightning that shot out.

At this moment, there was only a white light left in front of everyone's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the ruins that were hit were shattered into pieces and disappeared without a trace.

On the original ground, a 100-meter hole appeared out of thin air.

As if the sword of the gods pierced the earth, white smoke came out of John's wand.

He stopped and continued his attack.

Everyone stared blankly at the deep pit that appeared.

"Is this a crushing curse?" Ron was stunned and asked everyone's doubts.

This is simply an annihilation spell. With one blow, everything is destroyed.

Even Professor Flitwick couldn't help but think about what state John was in now.

"He is worthy of being compared to Dumbledore."

John waved his wand to let the white smoke disperse, and said calmly: "As you can see, level seven magic is very powerful, but it also puts a huge burden on the wizard's body and the wand."

This is a leap in quality. In the hands of others, the Crushing Curse is just a more refined Explosive Curse.

But in John's hands, a life annihilator can explode.

This more intuitively allowed them to understand the gap between themselves and the second king of the magical world.

A few days later, rumors about the seven levels of magic began to spread in Hogwarts.

There is even a situation where two students report each other's grades when they conflict.

"Oops, my disarming spell is only level three, and the opponent has at least a level four disarming spell."

Usually, you win without fighting.

This has also made rating evaluation a hot topic, and the specific standard is John's.

However, since John only demonstrated the crushing spell, the other spells from levels one to five were relatively vague.

Ron asked curiously: "Harry, do you have level 5 of the Disarming Curse?"

"Probably?" Harry said uncertainly.

Hermione was also curious, thinking that Harry's disarming spell might be very advanced.

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Chapter 588 Polish Lightning, Dumbledore’s Letter

Warsaw, Poland.

It used to be a beautiful ancient city, but a war broke out in Europe and it was destroyed.

Those magnificent classical buildings were gone, and Poland rebuilt its cities on scorched earth.

After decades of cultivation and construction, those former palaces and churches have returned to the world.

Warsaw Castle Square.

Haze hangs in the sky.

In the dark clouds, manic lightning and thunder made pedestrians speed up their pace.

Anyone can see that the current weather is not far from a heavy rainstorm.

Visitors and travelers who came here left.

A group of people appeared in the center of the square, turning a blind eye to the terrible and gloomy weather.

With the wave of the wand, the statue on the monument in the center of the square raised its weapon and slid downwards.

The leader curled his lips and walked towards the memorial tower.

They shuttled inside and their bodies fell rapidly.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, sir."

The Ministry of Magic employee with a horizontal beard asked: "Please show me your work ID."