The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

Olynworth looked at the student and nodded thoughtfully, um, very good, the student's expression was saved just now, and it can be used as a good material for emoticons.

As long as he blurs it a bit... the essence of the emoji ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Too clear is not good...

"Next, I'm going to demonstrate to everyone with my chosen partner." Olynworth bowed to them with a smile, walked to the stage calmly, took a sip of juice, and stuffed it into his mouth. Ordered a lemon sherbet.

As he expected, a person appeared next to him in the next second.

"Ze Yue." He greeted with a smile. "The rules are..."

"The winner is king, and the loser warms the bed?" Yan Zeyue asked uncertainly with a little excitement.

Oliverth: "..."

He pushed Yan Zeyue with a speechless face, and rolled his eyes.

"In order for the students to see clearly and learn knowledge, we will try to use some basic spells, not too complicated, and not to use some black magic. Most of them are Hogwarts spells. There are also some small evil spells that can be learned during school. Of course, there are some small spells that we created ourselves."

Orlynworth nodded to them with a smile.

The image of him in the hearts of the students in the past few days has always been gentle and refined, and there are some small sand sculptures of the substitute professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This also made a large number of students forget the strength he possessed.

"Okay, now is the basic etiquette for the beginning of the duel." Orlingworth said with a smile.

(Now I don't use water words.)

Orlynworth and Yan Zeyue faced each other.

"Aha, if your strength is completely higher than that of the opponent, you can't take it lightly, because the opponent may give you a beautiful counterattack at any time." Orlynworth focused on dealing with Yan Zeyue's Fierce Fire.

"Okay... Avada... oh no, Sorry." Orlynworth almost threw a killing curse at him.

"Ammunition." He deliberately made his pronunciation very clear, and his gestures were also very standard.

A bunch of people in the audience screamed.

Yan Zeyue raised her eyebrows, and his wand flipped back into Orlynworth's hands.

"It's over?" A student in the audience looked at the two of them strangely, and when he was about to say a few words, he suddenly saw Yan Zeyue pull out his wand very quickly, and then cast a call guard.

"Not necessarily, this is also the most important point to talk about today." Olynworth smiled at them.

"Unless you really kill the opponent, you can't guarantee that you really won. You don't know what kind of surprise the opponent who seems to have no magic wand will suddenly pop out and give you."

Yan Zeyue did not summon the patron saint, but some smoke, which soon filled the entire duel arena.

Yan Zeyue raised the corners of her mouth, walked to the vicinity of Orlynworth in the smoke,

"Xiao Yuan'er." He cast a restraining spell.

The people in the audience didn't see anything, they just looked at the cloud of smoke blankly.

"What happened? Why did the smoke suddenly rise for a while, or should it disperse?"

"Perhaps the good show is yet to come, who knows that he can still pull out a magic wand." One person covered his mouth in surprise.

"I can see that the wand in the man's hand at the beginning is not his own."