"Fine! You're right, old man! But student Karl has finished his demonstration. May I ask, Instructor Gellert, what is your evaluation of his performance just now? How many points out of ten?"
Looking at Karl's expectant gaze, Gellert Grindelwald pondered for a moment. "Barely a nine, I suppose."
"Ah? Where did you deduct a point?"
Karl scratched his head. Having crushed his opponent and secured victory, he thought he would get a perfect score.
"Your Charms are passable, your Animagus form is decent, and you knew to keep moving and positioning yourself instead of standing still like an idiot. These are the reasons you received a nine."
Gellert Grindelwald praised him a few times before shifting his tone. "However, there is too much of Ms. McGonagall in your Transfiguration. That is not good."
"Ms. McGonagall, like Albus, is an undisputed master of Transfiguration. However, for the sake of researching Transfiguration and teaching students, their Transfiguration is somewhat overly refined and meticulous."
"This is helpful when learning, but in battle, some changes must be made. Sometimes you don't need to completely turn one object into another; you only need to change its form and make it serve our purpose."
Before he had finished speaking, Gellert Grindelwald waved his wand. The rocks and mud near the cloaked Dark Wizard began to flow, transforming into countless spikes that stabbed down viciously.
Karl was thoughtful. While this kind of Transfiguration was crude and clumsy—not as flexible or versatile as complete Transfiguration—it was indeed faster and more convenient in battle, and it could deliver more direct damage.
"Rip!"
The pierced cloak instantly burst into flames. Like a cicada shedding its skin, the Dark Wizard lunged at Gellert Grindelwald from the raging fire, letting out an angry roar.
"Blasphemer! Die!"
Gellert Grindelwald calmly flicked his sleeve. The Dark Wizard was instantly knocked away by an invisible force, tracing a graceful arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Karl: (°A°=A)
Come on, man. You talk the toughest talk and take the hardest hits, huh?
At least do something! How is this any different from just giving yourself up?
Also, this scene seemed familiar. Karl recalled it and remembered that Dumbledore had also knocked away Elvis Heller like this.
A simple Knockback Jinx! I get it!
At this moment, a blood-red light suddenly lit up on the Dark Wizard who had fallen in the distance. He abruptly flipped himself up, broke through the barrier of Fiendfyre, and fled into the distance.
Karl:
Good grief! I misunderstood! So you didn't give up; this was your escape route all along!
But isn't such cowardly behavior a bit of an insult to the armor you're wearing?
"Is this the strange blood-red light that Albus mentioned? It is indeed interesting."
Gellert Grindelwald raised an eyebrow and swung his wand from bottom to top. The Fiendfyre immediately swept away like a tidal wave.
After catching up to the Dark Wizard, the earth roared and volcanoes erupted; the violent Fiendfyre blasted him directly into the air.
Just as Gellert Grindelwald was preparing to continue, a rumble of thunder suddenly sounded in his ears.
In his field of vision, with the crescent moon in the night sky as a background, a cold light like lightning pierced through the Dark Wizard's body.
The blood-red light dissipated, and blood splattered across the earth.
Gellert Grindelwald: (..)
He looked at Karl speechlessly, his gaze very direct: You Little Bastard, what are you doing? Stealing the kill, are you?
Karl: (° - °)
-------------------------
If you enjoy this story, you can read 70+ advanced chapters on Patreon!
Webnovel will keep getting 1 new chapter every day but Patreon readers can stay far ahead.
Maybe it's not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
[email protected]/Greyhounds
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"