If transfiguration and various spells mean people's pursuit of wonderful abilities, then flying must be the most primitive dream of human beings.

This is different from the airplanes and hot air balloons in the Muggle world, and the broomsticks and flying carpets in the wizarding world. Voldemort's own flying spell truly endows a person with the ability to fly.

Why didn't I notice such a practical and cool spell before... Sean scratched his head in some doubts, and he clicked on the detailed interface to discover the difference of this spell.

Flying spell (transfiguration + black magic) lv0: Proficiency 1/10000

Sean opened his mouth wide in surprise. This is the first time he has seen a spell that combines two types of magic, and it can be judged from the proficiency requirements that this spell is not easy.

And the reason why he hasn't noticed it is that he has never mastered the flying spell.

In The Magical Quidditch, one of the most popular books among Hogwarts students, there is this passage on the first page:

So far, wizards have not invented any spells that allow them to fly in human form without the aid of any tools. Those few Animagus who transform into winged animals can enjoy the fun of flying, but they are rare after all. Those wizards who find themselves transformed into bats can fly as much as they want, but because of the bat's head, they are bound to forget where they want to go while flying. Floating in the air is commonplace, but our ancestors weren't content to hover just five feet above the ground, they wanted to go higher. They want to fly freely like birds without the hassle of growing feathers.

As the unrecorded fire dragon Animagus in history, Sean has never enjoyed the fun of flying much—the fire dragon's fleshy wings cannot support such a huge body and soar in the air when it is inflamed, mainly relying on the magic power of the fire dragon itself .

This shows how genius Mr. Voldemort is who invented the flying spell.

And he obviously hid this flying spell very well. In Sean's impression, on the original timeline, it seems that only Voldemort and Snape have mastered this spell—the latter is most likely taught by the former. of.

Stronger than Dumbledore and Grindelwald, they can't even fly freely with just one spell.

Luckily, my Transfiguration and Dark Arts talents are pretty good—it's up to you, Flying Curse!

Sean raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

Voldemort's soul fragment did not bring his superb proficiency in the flying spell, but at least it brought the details of casting the spell.

Sean, who was in urgent need of a fast way of movement, immediately put himself into learning, not only for flying, this unique spell of Voldemort would also help him regain his power among the Death Eaters in the future.

After studying it carefully for a long time, Sean slowly raised his head and opened his slightly closed eyes.

This guy doesn't care if his brain is abnormal or not, but he really has nothing to say about the talent of magic spells... Sean unconsciously sighed.

The flying spell was born out of some kind of top-notch black magic. Voldemort added the levitation spell, transfiguration, galloping spell, wind protection spell, mutant armor spell, and his own spells, and perfectly blended these spells together.

When a wizard masters this spell proficiently, he can not only gain extremely fast flying speed, can use the wind to accelerate, and even gain a certain defensive ability when he turns into a flying state.

The only downside is that the flying spell still belongs to the category of black magic, but because of the combination of transfiguration, it does not require much negative emotion—you need to maintain a special "arrogant" state when casting the flying spell.

According to Xiao En's understanding, this kind of "arrogance" is not the same as the literal meaning. The object that the caster wants to despise is the gravity of this land...

"The current goal is to successfully cast the flying spell at least within a week." Sean made a plan for himself.

With Sean's talent, it doesn't take so long to practice this level of black magic or transfiguration just to cast it smoothly, but the flying spell is a special type, especially the part of fusion and transfiguration that needs to be handled carefully—Sean can I don't want to become a lamp **** whose lower body is covered with smoke before I even fly.

Even with such expectations, the difficulty of practicing the Flying Curse was beyond Xiao En's expectations.

Just the initial magic operation is quite cumbersome, and in the initial transformation part, Sean almost had an accident. If it weren't for the perverted Transfiguration talent that gave him a keen intuition that is different from ordinary people, I am afraid that Xiao En will not be able to use his legs to walk in the future.

This is also the sentence that Professor McGonagall has been emphasizing: always remain in awe of Transfiguration.

After all, a successful transformation requires magic power to maintain, and it will return to its original shape when the magic power disappears; while a big failure in transformation is permanent, and the loser's body will no longer have the magic power that will gradually weaken, and the failed transformation magic becomes a one-off. It is a terrible 'consumable' of sex, which will cause permanent distortion to the loser, and what's more, it will turn into a monster-the individual who has been completely transformed into a monster has no record of returning to human form.

However, Sean passed the initial difficulties without any risk. With enough caution, outstanding talent, and a little bit of luck, finally, on the seventh day of practicing the flying spell, Sean successfully achieved own goals.

"Unbelievable feeling..." Outside Nurmengard Castle in the middle of the night, Sean, whose lower body was covered in smoke and whose upper body was slightly blurred, was hovering outside a tower.

"This spell works much better than a broomstick..." Sean, who was a little excited, soared under the moonlit night to his heart's content, and the dark night became his best cover—although there would no longer be any magic spells in Nurmengard. A professor punishes a second-grader named Sean Wallup for violating the curfew.

Sean flew in mid-air for a while, and then quickly fell back. He turned into a cloud of thick gray-black smoke and landed on the terrace. After the smoke cleared, Sean, who recovered his body, stood firmly on the stone slab above the ground.

"The flow of magic power is still smooth, there is no sequelae of failure to transform, and the negative emotions brought about by black magic can be completely suppressed...The magic power consumption is not small. If it is an ordinary second-year student, it may not be able to last ten minutes before turning back. My own The magic power can persist for about 30 to 40 minutes...the speed is very fast, much faster than when I turned into a fire dragon, and it is also much faster than the fastest flying broom on the market - Nimbus 2001...the integrated windproof The effect of the spell is quite excellent, and it is estimated that when it lands, the hairstyle will not be messed up..."

After summarizing the effects and consumption of the Flying Curse, Sean is quite satisfied. This week, except for a gathering at the Golden Dawn, he spent the rest of his spare time on the flying spell, so it's worth the money.

"However, there are still many things that can be strengthened..." Sean habitually raised his chin and began to think.

"The speed of turning into smoke and incarnation can be further enhanced; the magic power used for transformation can save the next part; turning the whole body into black mist requires higher proficiency, and at the same time requires more caution; the sense of direction needs to be strengthened when flying, I almost hit the tower several times just now..."

After reflecting on the aspects to be improved and strengthened in the future, Sean stretched his waist in satisfaction.

No loss, no loss...

However, Sean's good mood did not last for twenty-four hours.

After class the next day, Sean led Hermione and Daisy towards the club assembly room. Unexpectedly, he saw an unexpected visitor just as he opened the door.

And it was someone Sean hadn't even thought of.

Fabian Aiken.

Sean and the others arrived a little earlier, and the other members of Golden Dawn hadn't arrived yet. In the classroom, Fabian Aiken was sitting in a wheelchair with one arm hanging, and there were several attendants beside him.

Aiken seemed to have injuries all over his body, but he obviously tried his best to heal his head first. The scars on his face had disappeared, and his hairstyle was meticulous. He was staring at Sean who had just pushed the door in with cold eyes.

"Wallup..." he said slowly, his voice full of resentment and coldness.

"Has no one taught you the most basic upbringing? Mr. Aiken." Sean glanced at the other party's followers, and then stopped Hermione and Daisy at the door.

Aiken hooked the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile, but Sean, who was more ruthless with his hands and mouth, would never give him a chance to speak.

"Stop, stop, Mr. Aiken..." Sean showed a perfect, impeccable gentleman's smile, "Do you want to imitate my smile? And then put down two harsh words? Tell me Your father is the head of a famous pure-blood family in France? Wait, look at your expression, let me think about it—"

"Wallup—" Aiken's tone became colder.

Sean ignored him and continued: "So! So! After such a shameful incident, you still have the face to return to Nurmengard? It seems that you have done a lot of psychological construction during this time? For example Those in power in the future must let go of their failures, such as getting up quickly after falling to be a real nobleman? Among other things, I am amazed by the thickness of your skin, Mr. Aiken."

"You are really sharp and sharp, but you made a mistake. I have already experienced those, and am I still angry because of your rude and weak words?" Contrary to Sean's expectation, Aiken actually just slightly With a smile, there is no more frizz that is easily triggered by anger.

The mentality change was good, but it helped him change once... Sean curled his lips secretly, but he didn't let go of the sarcasm in his mouth.

"Sometimes, your explanation is just a cover up~"

Aiken ignored his taunt, and just slowly pushed the wheelchair forward, without even looking at the wand in Sean's hand.

I really want to throw a curse... Xiao En squinted his eyes, and finally gave up the impulse in his heart.

There are several people behind the other party, and there are a bunch of accessories on Aiken's body - probably all magic props.

Aiken came to Sean's side and chuckled in a whisper that only he could hear: "It's very smart, you didn't do anything to me, Wallep, and you also know that I won't do anything to you..."

"My temper is not very stable, I suggest you be more careful." Sean's smile did not change in any way.

"It's only a second grade, and this mentality alone is worth taking seriously..." Aiken licked his lips, "Ha, you must be thinking what I'm here for, right? Threatening people like us with harsh words It's of no use-"

"Don't use the word 'we', Aiken, please trash is beautiful alone."

"You're still mocking, that means—you're worried, you're afraid..." Aiken narrowed his eyes excitedly, and moved closer, "Wallup, when you held your crappy club, I made it clear Tell others not to participate, do you think I'm here for this?"

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, he guessed the other party's intention...

Aiken's eyes are like a slippery scaleless poison about to penetrate into his body, the coldness contained in it is hard to distinguish in the deepest part, and only those who face it directly can experience the resentment and viciousness in it.

"I see, Wallep..." Aiken sighed as if satisfied, "Ha-ha-I know it's you, Wallep, the person who kidnapped me that day, I know exactly, is you…"

He looked at Xiao En's expressionless face, and laughed nervously: "Hehe, do you want to deny it?"

Sean raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the other party with sympathy and contempt in his eyes.

It was impossible for his own hands and feet to be exposed so quickly, and the other party could not get any news from the castle of Nurmengard, and he had left the Death Eater's Dark Mark before to confuse the public.

Today, Fabian Aiken is so sure that the murderer is himself, and he can't wait to come to the door to speak harshly, which proves a point.

There are traitors among the Death Eaters!

But there's nothing to be shocked about. This broken organization doesn't have many people in the first place, and there are still a bunch of youngsters...

If you think about it carefully, you can know that the target of the traitor's defection is not Grindelwald or Dumbledore, but forces in other countries, such as the French Association for the Protection of Wizards' Rights and Interests.

And Aiken's attitude proved another point. The fact that Sean Wallep was Voldemort was not revealed, and the traitor should have just given the news—the person who got Aiken's vote was Sean.

Aiken's house was used as a gun to test the quality of Voldemort or Sean...

The whole thing suddenly became interesting...

Aiken didn't understand Xiao En's slightly changed expression~lightnovelpub.net~ On the contrary, he was very satisfied with the expressionless expression of the person in front of him.

"Didn't expect it, Wallep? Did you think you did it perfectly? Ha, I caught you."

Sean glanced at the other party speechlessly, the villain's self-indulgent pretense was a bit too aggressive.

"Hey... Tell me," the wand in Sean's hand twirled beautifully, and he looked down at the other party, "You can't lose your mind just because you suffered a major blow. Can your Aiken family take care of you before wronging good people? The mental patient at home?"

The two of them knew that it was one thing, but it was another thing to admit it personally, and Xiao En would not leave this kind of clue for others to catch.

In the face of Sean's categorical denial, Aiken's face was morbidly rosy, and he laughed hoarsely, with heavy anger in his small voice: "Wallup, don't think that there is Grindelwald behind you. Can do what I want - my wound, my father's hand, I'll get it back, ha - wait, wait..."

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