I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

In everyone's horrified eyes, green light hit the goblin.

Green light flashed, and the goblin was stunned for a moment, then continued to struggle in Riddle's hand, and even tried to bite him.

Riddle showed a satisfied smile, waved his hand, and the goblin flew back into the box.

"Does anyone know what spell I just cast?"

Hermione swallowed, but before she could raise her hand, Riddle picked up the student roster and said casually: "Let me see... Sean Wallop?"

Sean stood up and took a deep look at the other person: "I just heard about it... that's the Death Curse."

"Correct! And what about its effect, Mr. Wallup."

"This is a killing curse that will take away the life of the person being cursed..."

Riddle nodded with satisfaction, then motioned for Sean to sit down.

"But, that goblin is still jumping around, is it because I don't have enough magic power?" He smiled and spread his hands and looked at everyone, but no one answered him, as if he told a joke that was not funny.

"Obviously not. This brings us back to the topic just now." He put his hands on his waist and continued softly in an infatuated tone, "The unknown can cause awe and disgust."

"And for every spell, it is still the wizard who determines its effect."

Hermione raised her hand.

"Miss Granger?"

"Sir, I don't think your behavior is correct!" Her lips even trembled a little, "The casting of black magic often requires the caster to have great malice. Maybe you can control... the killing curse, but this is not

Areas we should touch upon!”

There was no displeasure on Riddle's face. He waved his hand to signal Hermione to sit down: "Miss Granger, you have overlooked one thing. This course is called Magical Attack and Defense in Nurmengard.

We're not going to teach a bunch of deranged lunatics."

He paused, and the corners of his mouth curved: "If the malice when casting the spell is eliminated, then will the so-called black magic become a sharp weapon in the hands of wizards?"

The students of Nurmengard puffed up their chests and showed pride on their faces.

"I'm here to teach you an eternal truth. Magic is just magic, and the one who masters it is always a wizard."

The students at Hogwarts started discussing in low voices without restraint. Today, what Professor Riddle brought to them was almost a conceptual subversion.

Only Sean frowned slightly.

He didn't feel very good. Riddell's philosophy sounded extremely correct. He also gave a reasonable demonstration and there didn't seem to be any loopholes that could be pointed out.

However, Riddle left out one thing.

What about breaking the curse?

Many reasons why black magic is feared by people is because it does not break the curse, and those who are cursed will have to endure endless pain.

In Riddle's hands, Avada Kedavra can be an insignificant thorn in the side, but how many people in this world are as familiar with dark magic as he is?

Grindelwald? What else? Sean can't think of another name.

The fierce fire in Grindelwald's hand is as docile as a cat, but some people will only burn themselves to death if they use it.

Moreover, Sean noticed something. The goblin that Riddle used as a demonstration was a humanoid creature...

He unconsciously glanced in the direction of Slytherin, where Malfoy and his followers were discussing something excitedly.

Sean sighed secretly, the seed was planted... Is this Riddle's purpose?

On the podium, Riddle did not stop the students from discussing. When the noise subsided, he smiled and said, "Of course, some things are still far away from you. Today, let's learn a little spell."

"Well, who can show me an example, Ochs?" He pointed to a student from Nurmengard.

The short brown-haired boy walked down reluctantly, while the other Nurmengard students let out a low laugh.

"Relax, Oakes, this is a first-year project, you should have studied it." Riddle patted the boy on the shoulder.

He stood opposite the boy and explained: "This is an attack spell. The effect is very simple. It will give the person who is cursed some pain from being pricked by needles. It has a good effect in distracting others."

"Of course, some people use it to do some little pranks." Riddle shrugged, as if the spell was just a gadget.

He made a gesture, instructing everyone to follow him. After seeing everyone waving their wands, Riddle nodded with satisfaction.

"Acupunct internus" he emphasized the pronunciation of 'in', "remember to emphasize the pronunciation and at the same time picture in your mind the scene of a long transparent needle piercing the body."

"Read it after me, acupunct internus"

"acupunct internus"

"Very good," Riddle turned to the stocky little fat man, "Ox, are you ready to duel with me?"

Oakes squeezed the wand nervously, and finally nodded vigorously.

"Okay, come on."

The little fat man looked extremely nervous, but what others didn't expect was that as soon as Riddle finished speaking, Oaks raised his wand. His movements were quick and precise, and the spell blurted out.

"Acupunct internus!"

Riddle dodged the curse and waved his wand lazily: "acupunct internus"

Oaks screamed in pain and then covered his shoulders.

"It's a good spell, Oaks, but it still needs practice." Riddle waved his hand to let the other person return to his position. The little fat man was still covering his shoulder, as if he had been stabbed badly.

"Okay, group into pairs and start practicing. Don't worry about how much pain you will suffer. Your current level is about the same as a mosquito bite."

Whether it was a coincidence or an accident, the opponents of the Hogwarts students were all their own classmates, and only Sean was assigned to a student from Nurmengard.

"Wallup, he only studied half a semester more than you, so don't worry." Riddle said with a smile.

But everyone else looked at Sean with some worry. They were learning this spell for the first time, but the students of Nurmengard had obviously mastered it completely, and Oaks could embody this very well.

The tall black-haired boy showed a malicious smile and slowly raised his wand.

The other Nurmengard students also looked like they were watching the show.

Sean shrugged. He just took the time to look at his panel.

Avada Kedavra (Dark Magic): Proficiency 100/3000

Needle penetration (black magic): Proficiency 200/1000

My talent in black magic seems to be a little bit outstanding...

"Start!" Riddle ordered.