Dinner was served in Durmstrang's dining room, which was an all-pure-blood school, with enough dishes to last at least a day for an ordinary wizard's family, and was full of extravagant ingredients.

It's just that Weston, who should have been the most active at the moment of food, was a little listless, which made Flitwick look at him with worried eyes all the time, and finally couldn't help it and took the initiative to sit next to him.

"What's wrong with you, Weston?" Flitwick asked worriedly, "Did Grindelwald say something to you that made you embarrassed?" ”

Weston shook his head lightly and smiled reluctantly: "Professor, I'm fine, it's just that Mr. Grindelwald asked me for something, and it can be easily done." ”

"Well, you've always been very wise, and I still believe that." Flitwick was a little relieved, "But don't do anything wrong, Weston!" ”

"Don't worry, Professor!" Weston smiled and said, "It's just a little difficult, it's not that I can't do it." ”

"That's good!" Flitwick looked at the relaxed expression on Weston's face, and only then did he let go of his worries a little, "I've heard about this Dark Lord's deeds, he shouldn't be too embarrassed for you, just a dismount." ”

Embarrassed for me? Of course he embarrassed me! How could he not embarrass me! Weston shouted loudly in his heart, although this is also a lot of force and a benefit, but he really doesn't want this!

The Templar, one of the largest organizations in the wizarding world, except for Grindelwald, no one knows how many people there are in the Templar and how many living forces there are.

It wasn't until Grindelwald handed Weston a roster that Weston really realized how huge this power really was, and that the saints captured by the wizarding world of various countries were only the tip of the iceberg.

United States, France, Italy...... Where there is magic, there are saints. This phrase is the best expression of the power of the Templar. In fact, the vast majority of the Ministries of Magic in some small countries are Templars, and if this force really gathers, the entire magical world will be in chaos!

Now, this power is Weston's, and the price is that Weston must find a way to develop the Templar, at least until the world is full of wizards, and then he can let go of this burden.

It's just too much trouble! Weston thought with some dissatisfaction, he was still too thin-skinned, and he was disgusted to see his pitiful eyes......

Thinking of what had just happened in the office, Weston couldn't eat. Grindelwald's Flying Kiss to find out?

"Hey, you're that Weston Delacour? Supposedly you're a first-day genius in the wizarding world? A hard voice in half-baked English came diagonally from the opposite side.

Weston glanced up and saw a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes looking at him defiantly, not badly looking, but with a slightly crooked mouth.

However, Weston has always had an attitude towards this kind of person who is looking for trouble, that is, "ignore it", in his opinion, this is just a child's play.

Ignoring the boy's provocation, Weston continued to pick up the spoon and sip the seafood soup in front of him.

"Hey, I'm calling you, didn't you hear?" The boy shouted, and pulled out a different wand, not too long, about nine inches, much thicker than a normal wand.

Weston continued to sip his seafood soup slowly, nodding his head from time to time, looking very satisfied.

"Megalomaniacal guy!" The boy choked with anger, "I want to see if your strength is worthy." ”

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

It's the Drill Heart Spell, and it seems that the rumors of Durmstrang studying the dark arts are not necessarily rumors.

Weston stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and he directly grabbed this magic in his hand, which shocked the students who were secretly watching here, and for a while, the entire cafeteria was filled with the sound of crackling and falling dishes.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know." Weston wiped his mouth with a napkin with his other hand, and said unhurriedly, "However, what is certain is that your strength and your arrogance do not match!" ”

"By the way, that's not how the Drill Heart Spell works!" Weston smiled and turned his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his hand grabbed it fiercely, directly shattering the boy's magic!

"Look, I'll teach you once!" Westonpi said with a non-smirk, "That's how the Drill Heart Charm works!" ”

He stretched out his hands, his fingertips aimed at the boy, and whispered, "Drill the heart and cut the bones!" Ten Drill Heart Spells came out in unison, and quickly attacked the boy.

"Arcane Shield!" Bach hurriedly cast a spell, and a golden shield appeared in front of the boy very abruptly, directly blocking Weston's attack.

"Whew-" Bach breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in his chair with a pale face, beads of sweat rising outward, gasping for air. It's a magic overdraft!

"Nice magic!" Weston said with interest, "That's what you call the secret method, right?" ”

"Yes!" Barton smiled reluctantly, his voice still trembling a little, "Your magic is too strong, if you don't use secret methods, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop it." ”

Weston didn't refute, nodded slightly, glanced at the boy who was already a little frightened, and suddenly had a feeling of excitement.

"Are you alright, Weston?" Marfa Ezreal from Slytherin gave Weston a worried look.

"It's fine!" Weston shook his head, "I think highly of Durmstrong's quality, this little magic can be scared like this, and I don't know where I got the courage to dare to take the lead in provoking!" ”

Weston's words did not relent, and the people around him heard it clearly. The students looked at the boy with fear in his eyes, and then at Bach, who had just recovered a little, but none of them said anything, and even a few of them bowed their heads.

"It's just that you're too strong!" Marfa snorted in dissatisfaction, and the students all nodded their heads again and again.

"Really?" Weston sneered, "Then I don't even know how strong the opponent is, so I dare to provoke him directly, should I say that he has courage, or should I say that he is a fool?" ”

This time, Marfa stopped talking, and gave Weston a coquettish look.

"Let's go and rest first." Flitwick spoke, turning to Bach, "I'm sorry our students have caused you trouble. Although his tone was full of apologies, there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Don't blame him, it's our students who are not good at learning!" Bach shook his head with a wry smile, "It should be us who apologize." I know today what the genius boy represents. ”

"Thank you for the compliment!" Flitwick smiled and said, "Well, let's go and rest first." ”

With that, Flitwick left the cafeteria with the four Westonston, leaving Durmstrang's teachers and students staring at each other......

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