thefictionvixens Chapter 227 Magic, Fiery Blaze?
Chapter 227 Magic, Fiery Blaze?
Chapter 227 Magic, Fiery Blaze?
Hogwarts Castle stands silently.
The young wizards began their day of learning.
In the distance lies the bustling village of Hogsmeade, and at the village entrance, a strangely shaped small building can be faintly seen.
Inside the small building, people were talking.
"It's true. From ancient times to the present, no one has ever believed that a Squib could release magic. Professor Wells has achieved something new."
"So, this is the source of his confidence in telling me that Muggles—ordinary people—can also cast spells?"
The concept of the Gold Wizard, which has existed for a long time, has been brought up once again.
This conversation was exactly the same as the one they had when they first talked about the magic wizard.
The difference is that they had both seen the video.
As a result, the dialogue now includes elements that were not present before.
"Professor Wells is really amazing, don't you think, Nava?"
"A remarkable person, absolutely."
The most remarkable thing about him is that he wanted to do something big.
But no one knew what he wanted to do.
I was born into a merchant family, and I know very well that when I need to go to other places to conduct research, it's because I'm expanding my business there.
"Nava said. She discovered that none of the mainstream wizarding newspapers mentioned Ryan's reasons for doing so, as if it were all perfectly natural. There was no fertile ground for conspiracy theories to arise."
Even the young lady from the family of a high-ranking official in the Magic Congress, who had run away from home, didn't understand what Ryan meant by saying that Muggles could also use magic.
Because they never considered ordinary people; they were wizards, and their world consisted only of wizards. Their view of everything was one-sided and fragmented. After living in the wizarding world for a while, Nava had a thorough understanding of the true level of wizards.
In short, the wizarding world is a stage play veiled by a magnificent curtain of mysticism, behind which lies endless paleness and powerlessness.
But now someone wants to turn the joys and sorrows of this stage play into real life—after their first meeting at the Eiffel Tower, she was captivated by the young professor's respect. And after realizing what Ryan was up to, her adoration for him reached its peak.
"Hmm? What Professor Wells wants to do? Isn't that just teaching students?" Julia said, trimming her nails.
Nava chuckled, "Yes, yes, yes. He does want to teach, but he has a lot of students."
"This is great! It's my luck to be able to study under such an outstanding professor. I'd love to, but unfortunately, they won't accept me."
Julia had always hoped to infiltrate Hogwarts to learn the most advanced magical knowledge, and then bring that advanced knowledge back to the Magical Congress, a poor and remote place, so that she could go back and build up her hometown.
They often chatted with Hogwarts students who came to visit Hogsmeade during the holidays, expressing both the growth and some disappointment.
They found that only a few wizards' theories and ideas truly impressed them, while the rest of the junior wizards were just ordinary, no different from Julia's classmates in Iphamony.
Later, during their conversation, they learned that the wizards who had impressed them all came from a student organization at Hogwarts: the Adventurers' Club.
"An era is unfolding, and everyone must find their place. Just like investing, you always have to choose the right projects to bet on."
Nava felt she had lived here for too long.
Having learned that Muggles can use magic, there's no point in staying here anymore; it's time to embark on a journey to the new world.
She told Julia that she had stayed too long and it was time to go back to the Bald Eagles.
Julia hesitated. The runaway heiress was unwilling to go back like this; she hadn't yet learned any advanced knowledge.
"If you want to gain something, you must first give something. I have a way for you to learn advanced knowledge."
"real!"
After discussion, the two reached a consensus.
Beauxbatons.
After watching the video, not only were the students' minds buzzing, but the professors' hands and feet were also ice cold.
"Do you think the professor might teach us this magic?"
One student had a wild idea.
"That's unlikely, right?" A rational student doesn't think that such a trump card would be easily taught to a student.
But clever students figured out a good way to learn powerful spells.
First, Ryan is a guest professor of alchemy, which means that in the principal's judgment, Ryan is more skilled in alchemy.
Secondly, Beauxbatons has its own Charms professor, which means that in the headmaster's judgment, the Charms professor's Charms expertise is higher than Professor Ryan's.
The conclusion is that Beauxbatons' Charms professors are perfectly capable of teaching them powerful spells.
This conclusion spread among the young wizards, from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and from a hundred to nothing; there were no more than a thousand students in the entire Beauxbatons.
Student: Professor, we want to learn powerful magic, like the kind Professor Ryan uses.
Charms Professor: Study, study, study! All you ever do is study! Don't you think I don't want to study too?
The students had a longing for the power of magic.
The professors had a fear of magic itself.
As professors who could teach at Beauxbatons, they were undoubtedly the elite of the French magical world. Even if these elites were not born in that era, they would naturally recognize a certain signature blue-flame gas stove through the memories of their teachers.
Although the flames Ryan used in the video were a brilliant golden color, the similar rhythm and intuition made them unable to help but associate this golden color with deep blue.
"Headmaster, we saw in the footage that you were also present at the time. Do you know what kind of magic Professor Ryan used?"
The professors found Maxim together.
Maxim was also at a loss; all she could sense at the time was that Ryan had ignited the Fiendfire in a strange way.
But there are too many wizards who can use Fiendfire; she can't possibly conclude that Ryan and Grindelwald are connected based on this alone.
Moreover, there was no evidence. She could indeed recognize what kind of magic Ryan used, but she had never seen Grindelwald use magic. Even the images in her memory were just images, not the magical fluctuations that could be perceived in reality.
"Principal, this is a Fiery Blaze! I've only ever heard of one kind of Fiery Blaze with such power!"
"We absolutely must investigate this!"
"We need to talk to Ryan. He has a bright future and a promising future; he can't be associated with someone like Grindelwald!"
"His reputation is ruined if he associates with Grindelwald! The wizarding world needs him!"
The professors were outraged; they could not accept that a defeated dark lord would disgust them in this way again after so many years.
Ryan was Nicolas Flamel's personal disciple. As a teenager, he was already a professor at both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, and his magical skills were so impressive that they amazed the older generation of wizards.
Such a person is destined to achieve great things; such a person is destined to connect himself with the future era.
And this man is a professor at Beauxbatons! What an honor! How could such an honor be tainted by the stain of the Dark Lord!
Maxim was also somewhat shaken; she was equally proud that Lane was a professor at Beauxbatons and a student of Nicolas Flamel.
However—Chocolate Frog says that one of Dumbledore's greatest achievements was defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald.
Chocolate Frog is for the little wizards.
They weren't junior wizards, and they all knew very well that the relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald was actually complicated and inextricably intertwined.
No one can be sure whether Grindelwald taught this spell to Dumbledore, and then Dumbledore taught it to Lane.
This situation is certainly good, but it might upset Dumbledore—Maxim has figured it out; every professor under her is a shrewd person who would never do anything to offend anyone.
"I understand. I will ask Mr. Dumbledore and tell him that all the professors at Beauxbatons greatly admire Lane's magic and hope that Professor Dumbledore can give us a chance to learn from him."
Ignoring the chorus of cries of sorrow, she grabbed a quill and parchment and quickly wrote a letter, which she then sent by owl.