Chapter 66: The Power Of The Heart, Bursting With Luck! Legendary Talent!
The final decision regarding Quirrell was quickly passed through the major deans to the prefects of each house, who informed the other young wizards.
It can be regarded as giving everyone an explanation.
Many were disappointed that Quirrell was not fired.
But Dumbledore also announced Quirrell's assurance and reasons.
There was no other dissatisfaction.
Nowadays, Dumbledore's words are still very convincing to the young wizards. After all, he is the most powerful white wizard in the world.
The sound of the completion of the event in Wayne's mind also sounded.
[The big event "The Power of the Badger" ended, Quirrell paid a huge price, event impact evaluation: good. 】
[Reward points +500, ten times critical hit reward has been generated and can be claimed at any time. 】
Wayne, who was taking a Transfiguration class, kept his expression unchanged, waved his wand gently, and the apple on the table turned into a teacup.
Getting a good evaluation is already a good result, because the sender still stayed at Hogwarts.
If he was really fired or died directly, his evaluation would be even higher.
Five hundred points, including the previous points, he gained a total of nearly 4,000 points from this incident, which was close to half of the guarantee.
Wayne did not claim the final ten-fold critical strike reward immediately.
He had to wait until it was quiet at night and find a safe place to pick it up to avoid making any noise.
"Hermione, hold your hand a little smaller.
"This is a magic wand, not a baton."
Miss Granger glared at Wayne, but still followed his advice and restrained her movements a lot.
"Mr. Finnigan, don't point your wand at Longbottom!"
Seeing Professor McGonagall teaching Neville and Seamus, Wayne leaned against Hermione's ear, and his hot breath hit the little witch's fair face.
"Go to the Room of Requirement tonight and let me know your recent study progress."
Because of the report, Hermione had noticed that his eyes were not his eyes, his nose was not his nose, and his attitude was quite bad these past two days.
But Wayne knew that it was all because he was worried about him, so he was angry.
He planned to find a quiet time in the night to close the relationship between the two of them, and at least to calm Hermione down.
The two of them were very close, and a blush appeared on Hermione's face, but she didn't refuse: "What time?"
"Ten thirty, don't come too early." The time given by Wayne made Hermione's face change slightly:
"Isn't it already curfew?"
"It would be nice if we don't get caught." Wayne said matter-of-factly: "Gryffindor's tower is very close there, so don't worry about Filch, he is more used to moving around the fourth floor.
In the end Hermione didn't refuse.
Her bottom line has been slowly disintegrated.
Rather than obeying school rules, she wanted to study with Wayne.
Late at night, the Room of Requirement.
Compared to the weekend, Hermione was much better at using the disarming spell.
But it's a little soft.
"Expelliarmus!"
A ray of red light hit Wayne's wrist, and the wand flew away, but the next second, Wayne just stretched out his hand slightly and took the wand back.
Hermione felt a little embarrassed.
This power is indeed too small.
"Be more focused and have fewer distracting thoughts." Wayne saw Hermione's problem at a glance.
"When casting a spell, no matter whether it is a person or an object for practice, you must treat it as a real enemy every time.
"This is something you should learn from Harry, he is very talented in fighting and will devote himself wholeheartedly. 11
It wasn't just Voldemort's influence that had the Sorting Hat recommended that Harry enter the Snake House.
Let's see.
Apart from being reckless, Harry is really suitable for Slytherin, he has a really big temper.
I quarreled with Ronald countless times. In the third grade, I blew up my aunt. In the fifth grade, I dared to yell at Lao Deng and smashed things in the principal's room. In the sixth grade, I even used Shen Feng Wuying directly on Malfoy.
Cover up the name, even if you say it's not a little snake, Wayne won't believe it.
Hearing Wayne say that she was not as good as Harry, Hermione felt a little dissatisfied and said distressedly:
"What you said is too abstract, can you be more specific?"
"Forget it, let me demonstrate it to you." Wayne shook his head, stretched out his hand to summon a puppet, and read the spell clearly in the most standard posture.
"Expelliarmus!"
In an instant, Hermione felt Wayne's momentum change. The red light hit the puppet and exploded. The stone puppet fell apart and scattered on the ground.
"You..." the little witch stuttered: "This...is this a disarming spell?"
He was chanting the disarming curse, but he was using the explosive curse, right?
"Don't worry about these details." Wayne waved his hand: "Did you understand what I was in just now?"
"I probably understand." Having seen that change with her own eyes, Hermione naturally understood with her intelligence.
"Then try it."
Wayne recruited another puppet, and this time Hermione showed no mercy, imagining that the puppet was the villain who stole her book, and that the teapot in his hand was her book.
Emotions were aroused, red light flew out, the puppet was pushed back nearly ten meters, and the teapot also flew backwards towards Hermione at a very fast speed.
"Beautiful." Wayne applauded: "That's how it feels. Whether it's a spell, a gesture, or a mental state, it's all a process of strengthening concentration and mobilizing emotions."
"The combination of the three, and then continuous simplification, is the standard step for learning most magic."
In this idealistic world, the strength of wizards is not constant. When the mood comes, ordinary wizards can also explode with impressive power.
Just like Jasmine Weasley, is she really objectively stronger than Bella?
Obviously not.
As Voldemort's right-hand assistant, Bella is very powerful.
But in order to protect her family, Jasmine directly used the crushing spell to kill Bella, leaving nothing behind.
Hermione nodded happily as she found herself knocking on the door.
She started training again, and her progress was very obvious. After another half an hour, Wayne took the initiative to stop and took Hermione back to sleep, who was still unfinished.
After sending Hermione to the Fat Lady, Wayne returned to the Room of Requirement.
"System, receive event rewards."
[Gift package is opening...Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the legendary talent, the Thunder Lord's decree!]
Buzz!
A simple red stone talisman appeared out of thin air, spinning and flying towards Wayne's eyebrows.
at the same time.
Rumble!
Rumble!
The dark sky was filled with dark clouds, gathering towards the top of the castle.
Click!
A bolt of lightning tore the world apart, followed by continuous thunder, which was extremely dull.
Such a loud noise woke up many little wizards in their sleep. Not knowing what happened, Hermione also jumped out of bed not long after she lay down.
Principal's office.
The window was wide open, and Dumbledore stood looking out.
The thunder continued, and lightning flashed from time to time to illuminate the oppressive night sky.
This situation is too abnormal and does not appear to be natural.
"Fox, has any Thunderbird come to Hogwarts as a guest?"
As the spirit of birds, Phoenix can also sense other birds. Fawkes landed on Dumbledore's shoulder and tilted his head.
"Chirp!"
"Isn't it..." Dumbledore murmured softly.
He did not feel the existence of magic power from the thunder, so he ruled out the possibility of man-made effects first.
After thinking for a long time, he still didn't find any emotion. Lao Deng shook his head and just regarded it as some strange natural phenomenon and ignored it.
The room is filled with requests.
Wayne closed his eyes, and the ancient runes disappeared, and his body floated, emitting red light.
The red electric arc is like a small snake, lingering around the body.
Wayne accepted the huge information brought by the runes.
The Thunderlord's decree.
It also has a name.
electrocution.
Completely fused with runes, Wayne has established a connection with Thunder.
Not only has the thunder and lightning magic been greatly improved, but other magic can also be imbued with the power of thunder.
Even the body is becoming stronger under the stimulation of thunder and lightning.
It can be said that he is now the controller of thunder and lightning.
call!
With a casual wave of his hand, lightning exploded, and several stone puppets were blown to pieces.
This talent is really too strong.
Wayne opened his eyes.
"System, the reward after Tianbei's critical attack is so expensive?"
[The basic reward is a 97% probability of purple quality and a 3% probability of gold quality. 】
[The host is extremely lucky. The original reward was the golden talent Thunderbird Bloodline. After being amplified, it became the legendary reward Thunder Lord’s Decree. 】
Seeing the explanation given by the system, Wayne was also filled with emotion.
I am destiny!
Then he looked at his current panel.
[Host: Wayne Lawrence
Magic:SS+
Charm:SS
Defense against Dark Arts (White Magic): SSS
Black magic:S
Polymorph:S+
Potion:A+
Alchemy:A
Special talents: Memory Palace, Natural Holy Spirit (the power of the patron saint is greatly improved, and the defense against black magic is bonused), wandless spellcasting (it is easier to master wandless spellcasting skills, and the wandless spellcasting power is improved) Thunder Lord's Decree (controls all things) Thunder, thunder spells are more powerful and can be attached to other magic spells)
Thin ribbon of mana flow, dynamic perception. 】
[Comprehensive evaluation: ss+, legend, one step away from you. 】
Compared with before, Wayne's magic talent has been upgraded by a small level, and his black magic defense (white magic) has jumped to the SS level.
Even black magic has reached S level.
Unfortunately, the overall evaluation is still stuck at ss+, and Wayne is not too disappointed.
The higher the talent goes, the more obvious the gap becomes.
This is the so-called "sometimes the gap between people is bigger than that between people and dogs"
"The system only has talent evaluation, but no strength evaluation?"
After a while, the system beeped.
[The strength attribute panel is generated. Hereby remind you that the positioning of strength in the magic world is vague, and the evaluation provided by the system is for reference only. 】
【In a real wizard battle, anything can happen. 】
As the voice fell, Wayne's strength panel appeared in front of his eyes.
[Host: Wayne Lawrence
Magic: 0.8 Snape
Has mastered the spells: Shattering Curse, Shield of Equith, Disarming Curse, Patronus Curse, Unforgivable Curse...(omitted)
Strength evaluation: Professor level (full talents)/Elite Auror level (normal strength)]
[System strength classification: student, adult wizard, elite wizard, Auror, elite Auror, professor, archmage, legend, myth (local)...]
In other places, Wayne has no doubts and thinks this evaluation is reasonable.
The two talents of dynamic perception and thunder lord still have a great impact on actual combat. With his current physical fitness, even a few professors in the college can't do anything to him.
Because the magic spell can't hit at all.
The only thing that made him feel speechless was this magic power.
What the hell is 0.8, a magical version of Kakashi, right?
I teach
It’s shameless!
In the basement, Snape, who was studying the Phoenix King's tears, sneezed.
The next day, the little wizards were still discussing the lightning and thunder that happened late yesterday night.
"There must be a thunderbird passing by Hufflepuff." A Hufflepuff student said confidently:
“I once went to Arizona in the United States with my grandfather, and the valley there was exactly the same as the thunder and lightning last night.
"I heard that Dumbledore is practicing magic." Another young wizard had a different opinion.
A Ravenclaw retorted: "Impossible, how could there be such a terrifying weather spell."
"Maybe it's some other powerful magic..."
Wayne listened to their discussion and drank his oatmeal silently, with no intention of participating.
After hearing what happened last night, he knew that it was most likely his own fault.
Unexpectedly, hiding in the Room of Requirement would trigger strange phenomena in the outside world.
It seems that he must be more careful when drawing cards in the future, as he has to go there every time to draw.
Thinking back to his recklessness in drawing cards in the dormitory, Wayne was a little lucky. Fortunately, he didn't get the talent of Thunder Lord's Decree.
Otherwise, he would have to send Toby and Norman into oblivion.
His two roommates, on the other hand, looked confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"Did it thunder last night?"
Justin Finch-Fletchley looked at Toby doubtfully: "Didn't you hear that?"
"No." Toby said blankly: "It was dawn when I woke up. I didn't know anything about thunder and lightning."
Norman also echoed: "Me too, I don't feel it at all, how about you Wayne."
"I did see it, but it disappeared after a while and went back to sleep."
Wayne buried his head lower. In order to let his two roommates sleep more soundly, he added two drops of Living Hell Decoction, which is the water of life and death, to their bedtime drinks.
This is a powerful sleeping pill. There is no difference between falling asleep and dying.
But Wayne controlled the dosage, and two drops gave Norman and Toby just eight hours of sleep.
As class approached, we stopped discussing it.
The little badgers went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor.
Coincidentally, the last class Quirrell attended before being reported was their class.
The first class after returning from sick leave this time was still their class.
Many people were looking at Wayne.
If Wayne is still not satisfied, will he continue to complain?
Wayne, who was sitting at 1.0 by the window in the classroom, said helplessly: "Don't look at me, I won't deliberately cause trouble for the professor."
"Hehe." Hannah smiled happily: "Wayne, if you still want to complain, you must call everyone."
Everyone nodded in unison.
Feelings are addictive.
The school bell rang, and Quirrell walked in, looking no different from usual, wearing the same wide turban and smelling of garlic.
This disappointed the little wizards.
The classroom became slightly noisy.
"Since class is already in session, don't discuss irrelevant matters."
Shockingly, Quirrell stopped stuttering and raised his head instead of looking at the book.
"I'm sorry to have delayed everyone's time for a month due to my personal health."
"But with Dumbledore's help, I feel better now."
"Let the class begin."
The classroom became silent.
Everyone found that Quirrell was really different.
Wayne also sat up slightly and looked at him carefully.
Quirrell rarely opened the curtains, letting the sunlight shine into the room, and said in a calm voice:
"If you want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, you must understand why we need to learn this type of magic."
"Is it for defense?"
"Yes and no."
“Learn Defense Against the Dark Arts and you can use magic to protect yourself from dark wizards and black magic.
"But essentially, it's an offensive discipline."
Da da da!
The wand was tapped on the blackboard, and three words appeared on it.
"Defense, counterattack, defeat the enemy."
In just a few words, all the little wizards were attracted by Quirrell's words, which contained an unspeakable charm.
Wayne understands that with such ability, there is no such grace.
Then the person who is giving the lecture can only be...
Tom!.