Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 610, Section 608: Battle Against Grindelwald

Sheen had one advantage over other wizards: he knew the feeling Grindelwald described.

The world seems to obey the wizard's will.

He once caused quite a stir at the border. While fighting against the black fog, he forgot many things, but he did not forget the feeling of freedom.

That morning, while the farm was still deep in slumber, Sheen set off for the lakeside.

He used to practice magic by the lakeside where the breeze was gentle and the air was damp. That damp place must still be sleeping now, exuding a tranquil and enchanting atmosphere.

Stepping on the soft, waterlogged mud, Sheen quickly arrived at the lakeside.

"The Wizard of Grimm!"

He turned his head in surprise and saw Zoe rubbing her eyes, which were almost closed, and she was practically right next to his feet.

The little witch trotted along, wand in hand, her bright amber eyes growing ever brighter as she drew closer.

"I've learned this! The fluorescent light flickers—"

Zoe's fluffy brown hair bounced up and down, her short, fair legs moved quickly, and as she devoutly chanted the spell, a glimmer of light appeared on her wand.

Clearly, she was the first successful Little McGregor.

That makes sense; she was the most diligent and hardworking of the three.

"very good."

This was also Sheen's first time being a teacher.

He used to play the role of a teaching assistant.

He didn't know how to guide the young wizard, but subconsciously felt that he should encourage the little witch of this age.

"Do you really think I've made the right progress? I mean, Wizard Grimm. You're one of the most powerful wizards; a wizard like you should have mastered such simple magic very quickly."

A little witch, only a few years old, frowned and adopted a serious posture like an adult.

Seeing this, Sheen suddenly smiled.

"Perhaps you can surpass me. When I was learning the levitation spell, I practiced it hundreds of times. Now you can try, and I'll teach it to you."

Sheehan said, then noticed Zoe's unbuttoned collar, "Did you go out without telling anyone?"

"Oh! Zoe knew she couldn't hide it from Brother Green."

Zoe cautiously glanced behind her; Grandpa Marcus wasn't chasing after her with his thick coat.

In fact, due to the cold weather in Scotland, there is still fog in the mornings, and it is common to catch a cold without a coat.

"Zoe called them too, but they wouldn't get up—Brother Green, I'm ready!"

Zoe held up her wand, her small face full of seriousness.

Spending two minutes teaching a little witch the Levitation Charm won't disrupt Sheen's schedule.

He looked at Zoe as if she were someone he knew very well.

That's right, it's Professor McGonagall.

He was a size smaller and younger, but his inherent seriousness and caution gave Sheen a strange feeling.

Professor McGonagall taught him this way, and now he's teaching a little McGonagall.

He began to wonder about Zoe's Animagus form. This was an unusual thought, as Shin usually tried to fill his mind with magic.

"Wizard Grimm, Brother Grimm, I can—"

Zoe was still a novice wizard. Although Sheen was not far behind, it was still too much for Zoe to cast several spells in a row at once.

The little witch was staring wide-eyed at Sheen as he directed the wood to turn into a chair and hopped over.

She sat awkwardly in the chair, watching the flames transform into a lizard that huddled at her feet, drying her sweat.

Brother Green is an exceptionally meticulous wizard.

Zoe thought to herself, blushing.

"Can you?"

Sheen was slightly surprised by Zoe's rapid progress; the little witch would soon learn the levitation spell.

Are all the wizards in the McGonagall family skilled in magic?

Sheen thought to himself.

"If you'd like, I'd like to—"

Zoe's face turned even redder.

She kept reminding herself.

Zoe, you're nine years old now. You're not a little girl anymore; you should be a young lady now—you need to be more sensible. Brother Green is very busy.

"oh----"

Sheen inexplicably understood the little witch's thoughts, "I'm having a hard time—"

He said.

In the realm of magic, he was merely an apprentice.

Asking him to become someone's teacher was a bit of a stretch. He didn't think he could be like his teachers.

Think about his teachers.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Grindelwald, and the esteemed Lady Ravenclaw —

Sheen didn't feel he had reached a level where he could be compared to them.

"I know----"

Zoe kept her head down, her lips pursed pitifully.

How could a little witch of this age possibly conceal her true feelings?

At least Sheen saw tears streaming down her face.

The young master seemed a little flustered: "I mean, I don't have much time, if you don't mind—"

You mean—

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Zoe's misty eyes lit up again.

"At five in the morning, I will practice magic here, if you—"

Sheen sighed.

A softer curve appeared on her usually expressionless face.

"I'll be on time!"

Zoe shouted.

The voice was sweet and childlike, but not harsh.

There's one more student.

Hmm, Sheen is a little troubled.

Is a master-level magical skill sufficient?

He hoped he wouldn't mislead or mislead young people.

A gentle breeze blew, and when I arrived at the estate, Grindelwald was tending the garden.

Looking from a distance, Sheen could notice his exceptionally brightly colored robe.

The two different colors clashed, but instead of looking out of place, they accentuated the otherworldly aura of the silver-haired old wizard.

"Good morning, Mr. Grindelwald."

Sheen said politely.

What would it feel like to have 29 hours in a day?

Grindelwald didn't look at him, but instead asked a strange question.

"Um----

Sheen was at a loss for words.

The Time Converter did indeed give him more time to practice, and his proficiency in dark magic increased day by day.

But more than that, you can understand it just by looking at Sheen's deep dark circles.

Exhaustion had been with Sheehan ever since the night the owl crashed through the window.

After a whole school year, even the intoxicating feeling of magical progress couldn't suppress this exhaustion.

"When I got that thing—"

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, a hint of reminiscence in his weathered eyes.

Sheen listened attentively.

"I use it to sleep."

Sheen remained silent.

"Why don't you use it like that, Green?"

Grindelwald looked at the young wizard and thought that in some ways he was just as stupid as one of the headmasters of Hogwarts.

"I----"

Sheen was stunned for no apparent reason.

He has indeed forgotten.

He kept moving, even ignoring such a simple time arrangement.

"He's just as stupid as he taught him—his standards are getting lower and lower—"

'

Grindelwald straightened up. "Come on, Grindelwald, today's a practical lesson. You'd better perform to my satisfaction."

Upon hearing this, Sheen's eyes sharpened instantly.

The round pupils suddenly contracted, leaving only a pair of cold, vertical pupils.

After mastering the art of self-transformation, even Sheen couldn't suppress these subtle changes.

Just as Professor McGonagall sometimes transforms into a tabby cat when it's not necessary, it's a strange, instinctive impulse that a wizard can't control at will.

"Follow me."

Grindelwald's words were concise and to the point.

He appeared to be examining the rose, but his eyes never left the little wizard.

Sheen knew this would be an effective lesson.

He had been searching for that feeling for a long time, but had not made any breakthrough progress.

He did not doubt his own abilities, so he attributed the problem to insufficient external factors.

For example, at the border, a terrifying black mist was chasing him, but it wasn't like that during practice.

He didn't have an extremely strong desire to manipulate the world to his advantage, but now was the perfect opportunity to test his conjectures.

"The unknown is the most common, and also the most terrifying, enemy."

With a flick of his robe, Grindelwald and Sheen vanished from the spot.

As the flames appeared, the figures of two wizards, one large and one small, emerged in a vast field.

Sheen guessed that this was a special kind of apparition, with more special effects than the common kind.

This made his thoughts drift far away. He remembered that in fourth grade, one could take the Apparition Certificate exam, which was a necessary spell. Sheehan didn't know if Professor McGonagall would have time to teach him.

"Now you're facing an unknown opponent. Ah, but to be fair, I haven't paid any attention to your practice. That way, it's even."

Grindelwald clapped his hands, and it seemed as if a magical barrier was set up around them, covering them with a transparent veil.

"If you don't give it your all, you'll have to crawl back to the villa," Grindelwald smirked. "Etiquette, I hope he taught you."

Sheen nodded solemnly.

This is a chance to face Grindelwald.

In a sense, fighting a Dark Lord could be seen as the most effective practice in confronting Voldemort.

"I will do my best."

Sheen said.

The two placed their wands on their chests, walked a certain distance with their backs to each other, and then bowed to each other a few seconds later.

Grindelwald's manners were elegant and casual, while Sheehan's appeared meticulous and serious.

"Flames are raging!"

Grindelwald muttered something under his breath, and blue flames instantly enveloped Sheen, preventing him from seeing the various silent spells that Grindelwald then unleashed.

During this time, Grindelwald even Apparated into the circle of fire, and once again summoned a fire dragon from his wand when Sheen activated the Ironclad Charm.

At that moment, the pressure Grindelwald exerted on Sheen was unparalleled.

"Element Activation 97"

Sheen never panicked. He pointed his wand, and the stones on the field instantly transformed into a shield. The raging torrent of flames seemed to have been turned against him, heading outwards.

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Grindelwald's arrogant face, then he laughed and vanished from the spot.

The instant he disappeared, a pair of giant hands burst forth from the ground, closing the space he had been in into their palms.

Dust flew everywhere, and stone chips danced in the air.

"explode."

As Grindelwald muttered something under his breath, a large burst of flames expanded from within the circle of fire, and as an astonishing sonic boom spread, Grindelwald looked back.

In the instant he looked back, a figure shrouded in green flames was raising a wand high, with flames also surging from the tip of the wand.

It was Sheen who used the advanced Anywhere Door to travel through.

Since he hadn't learned Apparition, Shin had no choice but to maximize the mobility of Anywhere Door.

Now, in a short time, he can easily make any door appear within a ten-mile radius around him—mostly due to the effects of the Ball-Escape Bird material—and he himself can instantly walk out of the any door.

"Interesting alchemical creations."

Grindelwald sighed with great interest.

Then, the flames roared, and Sheen quickly disappeared into the Anywhere Door.

The Fiendish Flame engulfed everything, including the flames released by Sheen, and then violently boiled to form a fire dragon, which, guided by Grindelwald, chased Sheen and forced him to flee in a sorry state.

"Not good————"

Sheen thought to himself, the Anywhere Door is also nearing its limit.

"Bai Yi, thank you for your help."

With his call, a loud bird song echoed from within the Wizarding Book, and Grindelwald turned his head the instant the silver owl flew out.

His heart began to pound.

What did he just see? An owl that instantly transformed into a basilisk?!

He's lived way too long to encounter something this outrageous.

Sheen took a breath.

The firelight reflected on his face, and faced with something as unreasonable as Fiendfire, the only things he could think of besides immediately eliminating the caster were to fight back with Fiendfire in kind.

Sheen, who decided to implement both, displayed a level of skill that even Grindelwald took notice of in a short period of time.

"Unparalleled talent in dark magic! His judgment remains as sharp as ever! Grin, I acknowledge your boundless imagination in dark magic!"

Grindelwald laughed as he dodged the silent black magic that Sheen unleashed one after another.

Professor Flitwick's spell combination techniques gave Sheen a high density of magical output, Headmaster Dumbledore's magical control techniques gave Sheen a long and sustained magical output, and Professor Snape's teachings gave Sheen a high intensity of magical output.

Before he was completely exhausted, Sheen did not believe he was inferior to any wizard.

Previously, his magic was inefficient, allowing only precise strikes; now that it's more advanced, he's also learned to use firepower to cover the area.

However, Grindelwald's Fiendfire remained fierce. Even just resisting it with the Fiendfire spell was giving Sheen a headache.

Meanwhile, although Grindelwald's clothes were dirty and a few hairs on his beard were burned off, he was generally in much better shape than the disheveled Sheen.

"This is the moment. The time to go all in—"

He murmured, remaining calm even in the face of certain defeat, "Fiercefire!"

I call upon you with my will!

Sheen knew he had embraced dark magic, or at least no longer viewed it as a monstrous threat.

He didn't fully understand what Mr. Grindelwald was saying, but he agreed with one point.

The will of a wizard is superior to the will of dark magic.

Wizards who do not have this mindset are destined to never achieve greatness.

[You have practiced the Fiendfire Spell to legendary standards once, proficiency +10000]

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