Spells cast without a staff and spells cast in silence.
Both are extremely profound magical techniques, requiring considerable power and strong spiritual strength to master them. Even if one has mastered these techniques, in most cases, they may only cast simple minor magic spells such as floating or illumination spells.
It's unheard of to have a formal duel using these two techniques!
Without a doubt, Amostta became the absolute protagonist for the remaining time of this banquet.
People rushed over to toast him and express their admiration for his recently displayed magical skills that were world-renowned. Even Marmaxia came over to seriously ask if Hogwarts had any special teaching methods that could help people master these two magical techniques.
Amostta was not particularly fond of such enthusiasm, but he had to be cautious, after all, his words and actions represented Hogwarts' image in the international magical community.
Looking at the endless crowd in front of him, Amostta secretly sighed and regretted whether he had been a bit too overboard just now.
Vip Dregan, using the excuse of physical discomfort, found an excuse to leave. His seemingly accidental glance when he left was filled with coldness, making Amostta realize that this guy was determined to cause trouble for Hogwarts.
Having just met Amostha today, the headmaster of Durmstrang, Igor Karkarov, also left on the pretext of something. As a headmaster of a magical school, Karkarov's magical proficiency is not low; he could see the value in the two skills Amostha Brenn had casually displayed. From his hasty departure, it was apparent that he was somewhat startled.
"Amostta--"
In order to secure votes for Hogwarts, he kept raising his glass and flushed his cheeks slightly. However, from his clear and sharp eyes, it could be seen that he remained rational.
"I need to go back for a moment--"
Amostta took some time to understand what Batty Croak was saying, and he looked surprised.
"Go back. Are you saying you want to return to Britain? What's up, Batty? Something big happening in the department?"
"This is not something to be surprised about--"
Ludo also came over, and from the silly laughter coming out of him, it was clear that he had probably been drinking too much.
"This is Batty's habit, or rather, quirk—he always sleeps at home, doesn't he? Nothing to worry about. I dare say that before you even open your eyes in the morning, Batty will be wearing his suit and tie standing by your bedside and shouting for you to wake up!"
"You should know how much there is for me to deal with at the Ministry," Barty coldly glared at Ludo. He had only come to notify Amostha, not to consult with him. After dropping a remark, 'I'm very satisfied with your performance tonight,' he left by himself.
"Speaking of which, I wasn't in my room to sleep tonight either."
Ludo burped and said foolishly.
"How?" Amostha twisted his mouth and laughed, "Do you have many things to handle as well?"
"Oh, I'm not as boring as Batty--"
Ludo staggered closer to Amostha, looking like he was going to share a secret. Seeing this, Amostha quickly leaned in,
"You know, Paris is the city of love, and the girls here are full of charm... I mean, passionate and lively. I can't even remember how many invitations I've accepted just now. In any case--"
Ludo midway through his sentence suddenly looked at Amostha with an odd gaze.
"Otherwise. I'll take you to experience it. I've heard that you're still single, right?"
Ludo giggled again.
"Young and strong boys always have trouble releasing their energy. How about you want to come with me to see the world? I promise you will be surprised. Um, just one thing, you have to keep this from Barty and Dumbledore!"
"Thank you, but"
Amostha took about ten seconds to recover his breath. Managing to suppress the urge to turn Ludo into a cow, he bit his tongue and said with a bit of a grinding teeth,
"Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Bagman. I wish you a pleasant evening and please take care of yourself."
Ludo did not exaggerate. Amostha watched him leave hand in hand with a seductive woman. Moreover, it seemed that many people noticed this scene, but none of them looked surprised.
"Are you being left behind?"
Fuhong again wore that sky blue gown that complemented her figure. Amostha knew she had been crouching beside him for a while. Seeing Ludo leave, she immediately stepped forward with elegant steps to squeeze next to Amostha.
"What did Mr. Bagman talk to you about just now? You seem a bit off-color, Mr. Brenn."
"They were talking about the charming Frenchwomen, Miss Delacour."
Amostha blurted out this sentence, but reason told him that if he really said it. Vip Dregan would not have allowed him to suffer a defeat, but this statement might make him the laughingstock.
"Nothing--"
Amostha smiled gently, "Ludo invited me to join him for a drink and experience the local customs of Paris after the banquet, but I declined. I received this assignment rather suddenly, and I need to devote all my time to perfecting the safety plan."
"Oh--"
Fuhong shrugged her shoulder, half-exposed to the air, which was scented.
"I think Mr. Bagman's suggestion is quite good--"
The sixth-grade female witch from Busybtn suddenly moved her willow-like eyebrows, and her cobalt eyes sparkled.
"You don't often come to Paris, do you, Mr. Brenn?"
"Hmm, not very often, indeed--" Amostha furrowed his brow slightly.
"I can introduce you to this city--" Fuhong's tone was filled with excitement, "you can tell me about Hogwarts, and I can also tell you about Busybtn. And if possible, you can also tell me about the magic that you won against Mr. Dregan tonight."
Fuhong had found a good excuse, but the unusual emotion in her eyes was not something Amostha could overlook.
Indeed, French women are quite passionate, Ludo. You're right.
This little witch is really blunt. In Hogwarts, Amostha did not lack high-grade small witches sending him chocolates and metaphorical love letters by owl. However, no one has dared to express their emotions directly in front of him.
In fact, in this city and country, it's not a big deal at all. Even when Madame Maxime noticed the unusually enthusiastic gaze that Fuhong had for Amostha Brenn, she just smiled to herself, shifted her gaze elsewhere, and even had a hint of anticipation in her heart.
Amostha has never considered himself a paragon of morality. He has always been focused on magic, even though in recent years he knows that hard work is no longer effective for him. But, a small witch's favor.
"I'm sorry, Miss Delacour--"
Amostha looked regretful. He was going to use the previous excuse to brush it off, but as the words were about to come out of his mouth, he suddenly stopped, and at the same time, a hint of sharpness flashed across his light purple eyes.
"I have an urgent matter to attend to. See you later, Miss Delacour."
After dropping this sentence, Amostha ignored the embarrassed look on Fuhong's face and quickly left the banquet hall.
The hotel has a powerful counter-apparition charm, and Amostha also didn't want to make it public knowledge. Otherwise, he would have just flown away directly back to his room.
As the elevator door began to crack open, Amostha enveloped his body in a spell of magic, and a ghostly shadow immediately flashed across one hundred feet, materializing his true form in front of a door.
As soon as he pushed the door open, the dusty air thickened and overwhelmed Amostha. The once clear and tranquil courtyard and the elegant small villa had disappeared, replaced by a heap of disordered rubble in front of Amostha!
Interesting.
Amostha walked leisurely into the room, closing the door with his backhand. He stared at the shambles of the space in front of him, and his lips twisted into an icy smile without him realizing it.
It seems someone is in a hurry to be reincarnated.
(Chapter complete)
