Seamus is now expertly doing what he does best, exploding, exploding, exploding, exploding.

Louise next to her looked surprised and changed the alchemy materials for Seamus.

That's right, alchemy materials, although they are just clods made by Ms. Sibruz, but after adding the name alchemy materials, it will instantly give people a feeling that the grade has been raised a lot.

If language is also a form of magic, then it must also be a branch of alchemy. It's obviously the same thing, but when you combine different words to describe it, you can achieve a completely different effect.

After a brief thought, Seamus continued to wave his wand, theoretically Seamus should use magic to turn clods of earth into brass, but in reality?

Boom！

After blowing up the 57th clod of dirt, Seamus skillfully waved his wand in his left hand, and the blown up stone table was instantly repaired. After trying so many times, Seamus was able to cast spells silently, though he would only use this technique to cast two kinds of magic - explosion and repair.

In fact, Seamus was surprised, he didn't know what was going on today, he exploded when he wanted to, and repaired it if he wanted to. There is no such thing as wanting to cast a "restoration spell" or a levitation spell, but only to blow yourself up beyond recognition.

And.

[When did you become left-handed?] This puzzled Seamus, knowing that in the past 14 years, he had clearly preferred to use his right hand. The reason why I suddenly used my left hand today is completely because of yesterday's lie.

[Woo, my majesty, there is a reason why I do it. After all, it's for food. The thought of lying yesterday made Seamus feel a little uneasy in his heart, and the fact that he had not been able to abide by the honest virtues of knighthood made Seamus a little ashamed.

However, Seamus is now more concerned about when his left hand is so good. Not only is it flexible, but the magic is also extremely smooth. Could this be the reason why you are able to perform the magic you want?

Yes, that's right, Seamus didn't want to use alchemy successfully at all, all he wanted was an explosion.

Soon, Louise put on the No. 58 material. Seamus glanced at the crowd, determined where the guys were, and was ready to cast a spell.

"Hey! You did it on purpose! ”

"I've wanted to say it a long time ago, how can it be so coincidental every time!"

Suddenly, there were several angry voices from the crowd, and Marik Krum and a few of the boys rushed out, in stark contrast to the cleanliness and cleanliness of the others around them, who were more or less covered in a lot of mud.

In his hair, on the back of his neck, on his shoulders, on his clothes, on his ears, there was even an unlucky guy who kept spitting out the mud and sand in his mouth.

"What's such a coincidence?" Seamus pretended to be innocent and dazed.

"Look here, look here." Marik Krum said, gesturing.

"Ah, I see, it's not just dirt, what's wrong?"

In fact, of course Seamus knew what was going on, and with his many years of experience in explosions, he had no way of grasping the odds of an explosion before using his left hand.

But how to control the flight direction of the explosive object, the crushing process, and the impact of the explosion, Mr. Seamus still has a lot of experience. It can be said that although Seamo couldn't decide when it could explode, he would have a feeling at the moment of the explosion.

This feeling allows him to adjust his magic and crosshair in time, to explode objects as much as he wants, and to fly the explosive wreckage wherever he wants.

Here Mr. Seamus uses exaggerated rhetorical devices, he is not the god of explosions, how can he have such a miraculous ability, it should be said that he can roughly control a range, and there will be errors.

Why can Seamus practice such a skill, it can only be said that people are forced out.

"If you can control the zhì point, you can control the zhì point, and if you can lose less money, you can lose less money." That's what Seamus was saying at the time, showing Dean, Harry, Hermione, and the others his newfound skills.

As for the **-type explosion accident in the transformation class, Seamus said that it was really an accident, and Pansy distracted herself. However, Hermione and Partie, who had seen Seamus's performance, did not believe Seamus's explanation.

Dean and Ron weren't convinced either, but they expressed their support for Seamus to continue practicing in this area, and as for Harry and Neville, they just looked at it and said nothing, nothing.

However, at dinner, they each left a chicken leg for Seamus, which made Seamus very depressed at the time.

Why doesn't anyone believe me when I'm telling the truth? Explosions or something, not when you can have it when you want?

But after arriving in this world, Seamus finds that the problem of "not being able to decide when to explode" has been inexplicably solved. Mr. Seamus was happy, Miss Louise was happy, Miss Sibruz was helpless, and Mr. Marikrum was angry.

"What's wrong?"

"I was standing in the first row and was hit by a clod of dirt!"

"I'm standing in the last row, and I've been hit by clods of dirt!"

"I was standing in the crowd and was hit,"

"I crouched down, and I was still hit."

"You're here to tell me what's wrong!" Marik Krum asked angrily.

Seamus blinked: "Explosions are such an uncontrollable thing, isn't it normal to be hit?" ”

"Then why are we the only ones who got hit! Look at the others! Look at her, she has been standing at the front, but nothing has happened. As he spoke, Marik Krum pointed to Churuk.

This made Churuk very unhappy, he stood quietly here, and he didn't offend anyone, he just wanted to observe the potential prey up close, so that he could start, why was it involved, and: "Marikrum, what do you mean by this?" ”

"Are you expecting other students to get smashed?" Seamus said very inducingly, this kind of speaking technique, he learned from Pansy, as for how he learned it, it is a history of humiliation.

In short, afterwards Seamus was despised for a long time by the other girls who heard the conversation.

However, Seamu's words sounded to the ears of Truuk, but they were not inferior to the sound of heaven, yes, they were so right, and that was what I wanted to say. In a moment, Churuk saw Seamus as a bosom friend.

"That's not what I meant! But so many explosions only, a few of us were smashed, this is not reasonable, right? Marik Krum argued.

"What's unreasonable, you see I'm not also smashed." Saying that, Seamus pointed to himself, after all, he would also make mistakes.

"And what about Louise next to you? And Ms. Sibruz, they're so close to you, why isn't there anything going on? ”