Hogwarts Homecoming

Wandless and silent casting.

No matter which one is an extremely advanced spell-casting skill, it is not enough to master these two skills without considerable mana and strong spiritual power. Even if you master it, in most cases, you may only cast some simple small magic , such as the floating spell or the lighting spell.

It's almost unheard of to use these two skills in an official duel!

There is no doubt that Amostar became the absolute protagonist of the rest of the banquet.

People rushed over to toast him and express their admiration for the astonishing magical skills he had just shown. Even Madam Maxim came over and seriously asked if Hogwarts has a special teaching method that can help people master these two spellcasting skills well.

Amosta has always been unimpressed with this kind of enthusiasm, but he has to be cautious. After all, his words and deeds represent the image of Hogwarts in the international magic world.

But looking at the endless crowd in front of him, Amosta sighed secretly, regretting whether he had gone too far just now.

Vip Dragun made an excuse to leave on the grounds that he was unwell, and the coldness in the seemingly unintentional glance when he left made Amosta understand that this guy should make up his mind to find Hogwarts trouble.

I just met Amosta today, and Durmstrang's headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, also left with excuses. As the headmaster of a magic school, Karkaroff's magic attainments are not low. He could see the gold content of Amosta Brain's understatement. From the haste when he left, it can be seen that he Must have been a little scared.

"Amosta--"

In order to win votes for Hogwarts, he toasted frequently all night. Batty blushed a little on his cheeks, but it can be seen from his clear and sharp eyes that he still maintained his rationality.

"I'm going back--"

It took Amosta a moment to understand what Barty Crouch was saying, and he looked surprised,

"Go back. You mean to go back to England? What's the matter, Barty, something big happened at the Ministry?"

"It's not worth the fuss--"

Ludo also came over, and from his giggling, it seemed that he had drunk too much,

"It's Buddy's habit, or quirk—he's always used to going home to sleep, right? It's no big deal, I bet you won't wake up tomorrow morning, Buddy has finished breakfast and is standing next to you in a suit and tie. The bedside is calling you to get up!"

"You should know how many things in the Ministry are waiting for me to deal with--" Batty stared at Ludo coldly. He just came to inform Amosta, not to discuss with him, and left on his own after saying "I am very satisfied with your performance tonight".

"Speaking of which, I won't sleep in my room tonight either."

Ludo hiccupped and smiled foolishly.

"Why?" Amosta curled her lips and said with a chuckle, "Do you also have a lot of things to deal with?"

"Oh, I'm not as boring as Barty--"

Ludo wobbled closer to Amosta, as if he wanted to share a secret. Seeing this, Amosta quickly put his ear to it,

"You know Paris is the capital of romance, and the girls here are full of fun, I mean, passionate, and I don't remember accepting a few invitations just now. Anyway—"

Ludo was half-speaking, and suddenly looked at Amosta with strange eyes,

"Otherwise. I'll take you to see and see. I heard that you are still single, right?"

Ludo giggled again,

"A young and strong guy always has nowhere to release his energy. How about it? Do you want to meet the world with me? I promise you will be surprised. There is only one thing, you have to keep it a secret from Batty and Dumbledore!"

"Thanks, but"

It took Amosta more than ten seconds to calm down. He resisted the urge to turn Ludo into a cow, and said with a bit of gnashing of teeth,

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Bagman. I wish you a pleasant evening, and please be safe."

Ludo did not brag, Amosta watched him leave arm in arm with a charming lady, and there seemed to be quite a few people who noticed this scene, but none of them showed any surprise.

"Aren't you abandoned?"

Furong changed back to the sky blue dress that perfectly complemented her figure. Amosta knew that she had been squatting aside for a long time, and when she saw Ludo leave, she immediately squeezed into Amosta's side with graceful steps.

"Mr. Bagman talked to you about something just now, and your face doesn't seem quite right, Mr. Blaine."

We're talking about French women of all sorts, Mademoiselle Delacour.

That's what Amostar blurted out, but his reason told him that if he really said that. Vip Dragern didn't ruin him, but this sentence might be used as a laughing stock.

"nothing--"

Amosta smiled gently, "Ludo invited me to find a bistro to experience the local customs and customs of Paris after the reception, but I declined. I received this errand in a hurry, and I need to race against time to perfect the safety plan. .”

"oh--"

Fu Rong shrugged her fragrant shoulders, which were half exposed in the air,

"I think Mr. Bagman's proposal is a good one--"

The little witch of Beauxbaton's sixth grade suddenly moved her willow-leaf-like eyebrows, and her azure blue eyes shone brightly.

"You don't come to Paris very often, do you, Monsieur Blaine?"

"Well, it's really not much—" Amosta's brows frowned slightly.

"I can introduce this city to you—" Furong said excitedly, "Just so you can tell me about Hogwarts, and I can also tell you about Beauxbatons. In addition, if you can, you can tell me about it today. Defeat the magic of Mr. Dragan late"

Fleur found a good excuse, but the strange emotion in her eyes couldn't hide it from Amosta.

French women are indeed unrestrained Ludo, you are right.

This little witch is really straightforward. Amosta has never received chocolates and euphemistic love letters from senior little witches at Hogwarts, but she has never dared to face her. Released affection for him.

In fact, in this city, in this country, it is indeed not a big deal. Even Madam Maxim just smiled to herself after noticing the unusually warm eyes of Fleur when she faced Amosta Bryan. Moved to another place, even, she still had a faint sense of expectation in her heart.

Amosta never thought of himself as a moral model, but for a long time, his mind was on magic. Even in recent years, he knew that hard work was of little use to him, and his mind occasionally slackened. However, a minor the favor of the little witch.

"I'm sorry, Mademoiselle Delacour--"

Amosta showed regret, and he was about to use the excuse just now to perfunctory, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly stopped, and at the same time, a trace of sharpness flashed in his lavender eyes.

"I have some urgent business to leave. See you later, Mademoiselle Delacour."

After leaving these words, Amosta ignored Fu Rong's shameful and angry appearance, and left the banquet hall with hurried steps.

There was a powerful anti-apparition spell in the hotel, and Amostar didn't want to make it known to the world, otherwise he would just fly into the sky and rush back to his room.

The elevator door just opened a gap, and in the deserted corridor, Amosta's magic power enveloped his body, and a shadow suddenly flashed a hundred feet away, and transformed into his real body again in front of a door.

The moment the door was pushed open, the originally beautiful courtyard was filled with dust. The original quiet and refined courtyard and the elegant and chic villas had completely disappeared, and what remained in front of Amosta was only a pile of messy rubble!

interesting.

Amosta slowly buried himself in the room, and closed the door behind his back. He stared at the dilapidated space, and unconsciously, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that some people can't wait to reincarnate.