Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 28 The True Value of the Old Demon King

The Spells Seminar naturally focuses on topics related to spells.

In the magical world, the quality of a spell is influenced by many factors: the amount of magic power consumed, the fluency and conciseness of the incantation, the power of the corresponding magic, and most importantly, the controllability and versatility of the magic.

While most people were participating in the discussion, Irving was studying. Three notebooks were flying around him, each with a quill pen scribbling away. He himself wasn't idle either; when he encountered some interesting spells, he would immediately try them out.

Needless to say, his wandless spellcasting skills were displayed so skillfully to the many wizards.

Ms. Maxim had been keeping a portion of her attention on the young wizard, and when she saw him perform a spell they were discussing, his eyes widened in astonishment!

This little wizard...this little wizard...if he's a student of Beauxbatons...

Just as the giant headmistress turned her body to the side, she saw that someone was a step ahead of her; the old witch Hickman had already placed her hand on the young wizard's shoulder.

Oh no, this old witch is Illuminati's professor. Could she be trying to lure the young wizard to Illuminati?

No, absolutely not!

The giant headmistress moved quickly. In just two steps, she reached the little wizard's side, ignoring the other wizards who had been knocked to the ground by her. With just one hand, she lifted the little wizard up, and of course, she immediately felt the little wizard's unusual weight.

"Owen, darling, was this seminar helpful to you?"

Owen quietly put away his wand, then smiled and said, "Of course, it was a great help. I learned a lot."

The giant headmistress, without batting an eye, laughed and sidestepped, squeezing the old alchemist witch two meters away before asking, "Do you have any questions? I think with so many excellent wizards here, they'll definitely be able to help you."

"some!"

Owen was set down, then looked at the group of wizards and said, "Magic is the source of a wizard's power, and it is also a kind of energy. So, can we use magic directly, instead of having to add spells to restrict it? Like this..."

The young wizard raised his hand, and a bright blue dot appeared at the tip of his index finger. The dot grew larger and larger until it reached the size of a soccer ball. Owen pointed his fingertip at the window, and the compressed magic shot out like a bullet, exploding in the clouds...

Looking at the clear sky that had been blasted open, the wizards present suddenly fell silent. Many of them left the venue after a moment of stunned silence and never returned.

A seminar? What's there to discuss? Let's just leave it at that, I'm tired...

It is a burst of pure, compressed magic, without incantations, gestures, or even a wand. What is even more terrifying is that it has countless variations and possibilities.

In comparison, what are the curses that these people have studied for a long time, even many years?

Magic? Ha! Magic isn't worth it!

Some were disheartened, while others, after their initial surprise, gave a wry smile. The giant headmistress was one of them: "My dear, there's absolutely no need to consider someone like you. As of now, I don't know anyone else with such profound magic power besides you. The spells we're discussing are fundamentally for the benefit of all wizards; at the very least... they're usable by everyone."

Having released half of his magic in one go, Owen was a little out of breath. After taking several deep breaths, he nodded and said, "I understand, ma'am. I will be careful."

The giantess smiled, but her expression turned cold as she turned away: Dumbledore, what makes you think you're worthy of this...?

Ms. Hickman finally squeezed to the young wizard's side and continued the previous topic: "Darling, your wandless spellcasting technique seems familiar. Can you tell me who taught you it?"

"Of course, it's Mr. Grindelwald. I studied with Mr. Gettler Grindelwald for half a year."

The venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Once, the old Dark Lord told the young wizard, "I once made the entire wizarding world fear me." The young wizard just smiled when he heard that, but now it seems... he wasn't just bragging!

The seminar ended early; what was originally a ten-day seminar was over in just four days. When Owen returned to Hogwarts with a huge pile of letters, the castle was preparing for the holiday decorations.

"Owen?" Professor McGonagall was the first to spot him. "Why are you back so early?"

The little wizard opened his mouth, but said nothing... because he didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't very well say that Grindelwald, the old devil, was too valuable, could he?

He had no choice but to pull a small box out of his pocket: "Professor, is the principal here? I have his letter here."

"Dumbledore isn't here right now, but you can leave the letter in his office first."

"OK."

The headmaster's office requires a password, but that's for others. For Owen, it's not necessary. The stone beast on the door will automatically open when it sees him, allowing the young wizard to enter the headmaster's office.

As luck would have it, Harry and Ron, who were strolling around the castle, witnessed this scene.

"See that, Harry? I knew it! Owen must be related to Dumbledore!"

Harry was a little dumbfounded, but he quickly shook his head: "It shouldn't be. Mr. Owen and Headmaster Dumbledore have different last names."

"My God, Harry, don't you think Owen might be one of Dumbledore's secret relatives? Like...?"

"illegitimate child?"

Ron was lost in his own fantasy and didn't realize that the words weren't spoken by Harry. He didn't even feel Harry quietly tugging at him, and instead nodded in agreement, saying, "That's possible!"

Harry couldn't hold back any longer. He tugged at Ron forcefully and then greeted him loudly, "Hello, Mr. Barrow!"

Ron shuddered and looked back to see the blood-soaked Barrow with a gloomy face floating beside him.

"Spreading rumors about Owen will incur a curse from Hogwarts. I hope you'll wake up, you foolish little wizard!"

Barrow the Blood Man was gone, but Ron's face was deathly pale; he... was truly terrified!

Because he remembered that his three older brothers had all said that Owen Carrot was as if blessed by the castle. All the portraits and ghosts liked him very much. Even Peeves would not bother Owen. If anyone wanted to harm him in the castle, or rather, wanted to play pranks on him, they would be stopped.

Therefore, the curse that the Blood Man Barrow spoke of is very likely true!

What should I do?

Apologizing in person is probably the only option...