HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 230 Unforgivable is unforgivable

Heimdall's version of fluorescent flashes was smoothly recorded in the camera.

"Thank you." Mr. Bangor thanked Heimdall contentedly, and then opened a small book, densely filled with spells. "Let's start with the simplest." He looked up at Heimdall. "Besides fluorescent flashes, what kind of magic are you good at?"

"Crush the Curse." Heimdall thought for a while and said.

Bangor's index finger flicked across the notebook, and finally stopped on the sixth-to-last row of this page: "Intermediate spells learned from the fourth grade." He outlined this row with a quill pen.

"Any more?"

"Burst Curse."

"Hmm... advanced spells for fifth grade. What else?"

"Splitting the Curse in Quarters and Fives."

"Sixth grade..." Bangor said amusedly while sliding the quill, "You seem to have a special liking for fried things."

"Because it saves trouble." Heimdall didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

"Then besides blowing things up?" Bangor became more and more curious about his mastery of spells.

"Spells to grow bigger and smaller." This kind of magic is often used on Toffee, and it becomes perfect over time.

That was magic that he only started learning in the seventh grade. Bangor put the cup he drank tea on an empty desk: "You try it."

Milleran raised the camera, and Bangor secretly stopped her. His words were unfounded. He really appreciated Sturluson's ability, but it didn't mean he believed in his words.

The neat "Shrinking Quickly" and "Growing Quickly" were performed one after the other. The palm-sized porcelain cup suddenly became miniaturized and then expanded, which was very interesting.Finally Heimdall's wand tip shoots out a thick twine, tying bucket-sized cups with the rope, and ends the performance with a perfectly accurate "speed lock".

When Heimdall lowered his arm, Bangor yelled at his assistant as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Have you got all the pictures?"

Milleran shook her head expressionlessly, she didn't dare to make decisions on her own.

Mr. Bangor let out a growl of remorse.

The camp on the side of the education committee has been completely messed up, and the students have forgotten their responsibilities, and they are focused on watching the pantomime performed by the camp of the examination management committee.Chairman Garcia coughed like a bronchitis attack, and almost broke his throat, but no one paid attention to him, Mr. Chairman was very depressed.

Had I known I wouldn't have been in the same room as the Wizarding Examinations Board - damn Cardiff Bangor, he stole the show!

Bangor made Heimdall try a lot of magic back and forth, and Heimdall felt that the load was heavy.Fortunately, Mr. Bangor was not the skinny Huang Shiren that week, so he immediately gave Heimdall a rest time, and even brought him tea and water himself. Heimdall was very flattered.

"I didn't expect you to have such a strong comprehension of spells." Bangor sighed. After a series of previous experiments, he was very satisfied with Heimdall's performance.

Heimdall didn't think much about it. He thought that Mr. Bangor's words were mostly polite. As the chairman of the International Wizarding Examinations Management Committee, he had never seen such a person.

If Heimdall used to be so complacent about the results he had achieved, he is no longer complacent now, and it was Jolf Strulusson and his comprehensive guide that gave him a blow Auxiliary teaching materials.

It took a total of three years to write before and after the comprehensive guidance. The first part is for the first grade to the fifth grade, and the second part is for the sixth and seventh grade.The second part is written in the final year of school.What shocked Heimdall was the writing time of the first part. Yolf was only 15 years old when he edited the first part of the textbook - a student in the fourth grade in Durmstrang. This discovery made Heimdall produce at that time After feeling dizzy for 1 minute, the ancestor started writing textbooks in the fourth grade, including the textbooks used in the fifth grade. Heimdall couldn't imagine what he wanted to do, what he would do, and what he could do in the fourth grade!

There are people beyond people, mountains beyond mountains, and heaven beyond sky.

The longer he has been in contact with magic, the more he can feel how profound, profound and obscure they are, and how insignificant he is in front of them.Heimdall has only grasped some of the most superficial peripheral things, maybe he hasn't even touched the real door.

He sometimes thinks with emotion that Yolf has become famous, and maybe "the blue out of the blue is better than the blue" can only be a thought in the Stulusson family.

Bangor poured some tea into Heimdall's cup. Heimdall thanked him in a hurry, and unconsciously glanced at Bangor's little book. After asking, Heimdall picked up the book and flipped through it.The more I looked at it, the more amazed I was. The book contained all the spells that Durmstrang had learned from the first grade to the seventh grade, including black magic of course, and those that were more—

Heimdall stared at some of the spells, couldn't help pointing at them and asked, "These spells also need to be made into illustrated textbooks?"

Bangor acted very calmly, as if he knew he would ask this question a long time ago.

"In my opinion, whatever is forgiven or unforgiven, they are just spells."

Heimdall was in a daze: "I remember that the British Ministry of Magic stipulated that as long as you use any of the three spells, you will be—"

"Being imprisoned in Azkaban Prison, I know." Bangor nodded calmly. "I was born in Wales, and I spent my childhood in England. I know as much about the laws of that country as you do. Don't worry."

Heimdall patted his head in embarrassment.

Bangor blinked at him suddenly: "Day Llewellyn and I are still from the same village."

"Really?" Heimdall showed a shocked expression very cooperatively.

"It's a pity that I don't have much talent in Quidditch." Bangor shook his head regretfully, but his expression was different.

"Very good, very safe." Heimdall muttered.

Bangor's eyes immediately showed a sense of encouragement: "Do you want to try?"

Heimdall didn't react at first, and then opened his eyes suddenly: "Try...you mean the Unforgivable Curse?"

"Don't tell me you don't even know the principle of these spells, I don't believe it." Bangor laughed meaningfully.

Heimdall laughed dryly, and said in a low voice, "I know the principle, so I know how to read it." He added a special emphasis at the end. "Just know the principle!"

This time it wasn't just Bangor, Milleran also burst out laughing.

Even though he didn't do anything, Heimdall felt guilty. You know, once there is a criminal motive, it's not clear what will happen next.

"No?" Bangor raised his eyebrows calmly.

Heimdall shook his head firmly: "I don't want to try unless it is absolutely necessary."

The three Unforgivable Curses are equivalent to a bottom line for wizards. Although Mr. Bangor only asked him to try, Heimdall decided not to cross this hurdle after much deliberation.Heimdall knows himself quite well. Every time he releases spells, he tries his best to match their frequency. His body will remember the feeling of releasing various spells, and if he fails at the first try, he will try again. until fully adapted.This is the reason why he never tried the Unforgivable Curses. He was afraid that he would uncontrollably delve into them and understand them thoroughly. Humans are creatures of habit, so what if Unforgivable has a conditioned reflex?

What makes Heimdall fear the most is the Avada Kedavra Curse, which has no cure. All spells have a reciprocal cure, but Avada Kedavra does not.Worse than bullets, at least the bullets can be removed through surgery. The so-called bow has no turning back. Once the Avada Kedavra is released, there is no room for return.

Unless your wand suddenly goes off fire.The possibility of this is very slim.

"That's right, um, continue drinking tea." Mr. Bangor cheered up as if he had been hit by a happiness spell.

Heimdall picked up the cup, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you testing me?"

Bangor laughed and said, "Fortunately, you're not a kid who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth."

Heimdall's face collapsed: "What if I agree?"

"Azkaban."

Heimdall was speechless: "I'm only 13 years old."

"Oh, I forgot if you didn't mention it." Mr. Bangor nodded perfunctorily.

Heimdall muttered hard in his heart.

"Sturluson, you have to remember one thing." Mr. Bangor suddenly said to him with a serious face. "In the wizarding world, unforgivable is unforgivable!"

Heimdall was silent for a moment, then nodded, and before he could recall, Bangor suddenly clapped his hands——

"Let's try black magic next, come here, show me what you are good at!"

The extensive and profound Charmology has become a Chinese cabbage in the market after Bangor's ridiculous summary, and you can call it whatever you want.

Bangor held the notebook and the quill with excitement on his face.

Just when Heimdall tried the better one first, Mr. Bangor looked at the book and asked, "Can you summon the Patronus?"

"No, that magic is too difficult for me." Heimdall felt that he was far from being able to summon the Patronus. He didn't dare to try simple, extremely advanced magic like the Patronus spell, and it was said that even an adult wizard could not do it easily.

"It's really difficult." Mr. Bangor didn't show any abnormality, and said with a straight mouth: "To put it bluntly, it is to imagine happy things. It's simple to say, happiness can come wherever you want."

"Okay, that's enough nonsense, what kind of black magic are you going to show us?"

"Can the devil's flame work?"

Bangor and Milleran froze at the same time, Bangor said hesitantly, "Are you sure?"

Heimdall touched his nose: "I think this magic is very interesting."

Bangor frowned: "You have to know, this magic is sentient... If you can't control it well..."

"You should know its breaking spell, right?" Heimdall smiled.

This kid!Bangor suddenly felt like he had shot himself in the foot with a rock.

"Okay! For the Examination Management Committee, I will go all out!" Bangor emphasized loudly to his assistant: "If I unfortunately die in the line of duty, you must ask Dumbledore to pay me more compensation for casualties! The funeral must be grand! Otherwise, I will die with regret!"

Milleran smiled wryly: "You think highly of me, you've already had a funeral, can I still live?"

Heimdall was speechless for the second time, is that an exaggeration?Looking down at his wand, the devil's flame is really interesting.

Suddenly, an orange flame shot up from the ground, and the whole room burst into flames, and the twenty students were either dumbfounded or exclaimed again and again.

Chairman Garcia's complexion changed. How could he, who is well-informed, fail to see what kind of magic it is.

Is Bangor crazy?Garcia quickly pulled out his wand, only to find that Bangor was sitting on the edge of the fire, unmoved.

Garcia was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he put away his wand.

"What kind of magic is that?" The children talked a lot.

Hermione didn't know anything either, she looked at Draco, who shook his head.

"Devil's flame, a kind of black magic."

The children turned their heads, and Luce smiled at them: "I only learned it this semester."

Luce is in the sixth grade, and they all know it, which means that Sturlusson already knows how to use sixth-grade magic?

The familiar eyes that Draco hated so much flickered with fanaticism, he clenched his fists and said loudly: "The devil's flame is a kind of flame with self-awareness, once it is released, it will wholeheartedly kill all living things in front of it Biological, and can also mutate."

The students all showed horrified expressions. The school they are in does not teach such dangerous things. The more unfamiliar the more monsters. These students immediately redefined Heimdall and made him a very scary Characters, admiration, admiration, admiration and other emotions follow one after another, and more fear.

Bangor, who was on the edge of the fire circle, didn't feel nervous at the moment. He was indeed a little bit suspended at first, and his right hand was always in the position of drawing his wand at any time, but it didn't take long for him to relax completely.Sturlusson has completely controlled this black magic. Under his command, the flame that is titled "evil" is like a docile giant beast. Don't dare to go west.

The mutated things from the devil flame controlled by Sturluson are also different. They are not the most common giant pythons, dragons or snakes, but huge, ferocious, ferocious and ferocious flame Chimera beasts. In the sea of ​​flames, an army of Chimera beasts gradually formed...

"It's all right, Sturluson." Bangor crossed out the spell in the notebook, and then sighed, it's too old to accept it.

Moments later, the Chimera Legion dissipated into the air along with the flames.

Bangor looked at his pocket watch: "Well, let's go here first today."

Millerand immediately waved his wand and put everything on the table back in their place.

Heimdall squeezed his neck with his hand, this afternoon was really tiring.

"Is there a Quidditch match tomorrow?" Bangor asked Heimdall.

"Yes, the match between Durmstrang and the Liechtenstein School of Magic."

Bangor nodded, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "Sturlusson, I think you can try to practice silent spells."

Heimdall's expression suddenly became a little dazed.

Bangor said again: "Or the patron saint spell is also fine."

It's not eating, just open your mouth.

Heimdall shook his head helplessly, saying that these two spells are too difficult for him at present, especially the silent spell, which he dare not even think about.

"I think your mental concentration is good enough, try it, and you won't lose a piece of meat."

"Please don't tempt me." Heimdall seemed to be holding his head in pain. "Actually, my mental resistance is very weak, because I want to rush to the library right now and move all the reference materials about silent spells and patron saint spells back to the dormitory..."

Bangor laughed out loud when he heard this.