Chapter 394: Ivan's Nonverbal Spell

Because Ivan was already in the spotlight, the little disturbance immediately caught the attention of others.

The Beauxbatons students were surprised to see that the Hogwarts boy was so popular among the school's ghosts. It was unthinkable.

The topic of discussion came back to Ivan, and everyone was full of curiosity about him.

No one knew what was going on except Gabrielle and Fleur sitting next to Ivan. The abnormal behavior of the ghosts added to Ivan's mystery.

Beautiful appearance, great strength, legendary facts and amazing mystery made Ivan more attractive to girls.

Of course, some of the Beauxbatons boys were increasingly resentful of him.

Ivan had no time to listen to other people's opinions about him. Faced with enthusiastic ghosts, he had to appease them one by one.

He thought maybe he could add a section in the newspaper to cover French news. If the effect was good enough, he could also use this opportunity to introduce.

'Hogwarts Magic' into the French market, further increase his influence, and establish a branch office in Paris....

As Ivan conceived this plan, Fleur at his side gave him a little push.

"Madame Maxime has just announced that dinner is over!" Fleur smiled and said, shaking her silver hair like a waterfall. "She told me to show you around the school. But I think you'd rather stay here and deal with the ghosts."

Ivan certainly wanted to tour Beauxbatons, and this was a rare opportunity.

He looked up and saw all the Beauxbatons students standing around.

In the center of the crowd, Dumbledore and Sirius were following Flamel and Madame Maxime out of the Great Hall.

When all the professors left, the atmosphere in the auditorium became very warm.

The Beauxbatons students were no longer as well behaved as before. They were all crowded in close to Ivan, and they were speaking French that he couldn't understand.

Of course, there were also many people who spoke English, but it wasn't very standard.

All the voices were mixed up, so Ivan couldn't hear them clearly.

"What are they talking about?" asked Ivan out loud.

"Mostly simple greetings. A lot of girls ask if you're free for the night." Fleur laughed and said, close to Ivan's ear, "Of course, there are others who are challenging you. They seem to want to fight you."

Without Fleur's translation, Ivan had noticed.

In the middle of a group of older boys, a tall, very strong boy was pointing his wand at him. There were cheers and applause from the crowd around him.

This seemed to have been planned a long time ago. Many people were looking at Ivan with a mocking expression on their faces, waiting to see his reaction.

With a mischievous grin on his face, the boy spoke a lot of French to Ivan.

Then, without giving him time, he read a spell into his mouth and waved his wand.

A red light flashed, and a fork on the table flew toward Ivan.

Under the boy's control, the fork flew straight into his torso! It was very fast. If he dodged in a hurry, it would look very embarrassing.

In everyone's opinion, if Ivan didn't want to get hit, he would definitely lie down to avoid the fork.

This way, they could laugh at him.

Looking at the approaching fork, Ivan sighed.

It seemed that everywhere he went there were people like Malfoy who were annoying, and what they had in common was the fact that they were all jerks.

With a gentle tap of his right hand on his waist, his wand flipped over and naturally fell into his hand.

Ivan grabbed the wand and waved it gently, without muttering an incantation, and the fork in front of him stopped in mid-air.

Everyone was stunned and didn't know how Ivan did it.

They didn't hear the incantation at all, nor did they see Ivan cast a spell.

He just waved his wand and suddenly controlled the fork in front of him. It was unbelievable.

Only students preparing for the Wizarding Examination could vaguely guess what this was all about. Ivan had probably used a non-verbal spell.

This was a very difficult casting technique. Although the concept of using a spell just by thinking about it seemed simple, this technique required a lot of control and thought in order to create the proper effect. If one did not pronounce the spell out loud, one could achieve an unexpected effect.

In fact, most wizards would not be able to do that.

Not to mention young wizards who had not graduated from magic school, even among adult wizards in the wizarding world, the use of non-verbal charm was absolutely rare. Probably only dozens would be able to pull it off!

Just as everyone was still guessing, the fork in front of Ivan immediately flew backwards.

The fork flew faster than it came, and the guy on the opposite side didn't seem to notice that Ivan actually countered his spell.

He waved his wand in a hurry, and wanted to defend himself. He had barely read half of the spell in his mouth when he saw a red light hit his right hand first.

The trajectory, power and speed of Ivan's spell were correct.

He had a sharp pain in his right hand, and his wand shot out and went flying.

Looking at the fork that had already flown straight into his eyes, he recoiled in horror, turned pale and shouted a few words in French, as if he was begging Ivan for mercy.

It all happened so fast that no one else reacted around him.

No one thought Ivan would be so cruel, pointing his fork straight at the boy's eyes.

If he hit him, the consequences....

Even the animated Fleur watching had a flushed face of concern, with fear apparent in her eyes.

In fact, Ivan did not release his grip on the pitchfork.

He had a panoramic view of the reactions of everyone around him, and the reaction of these Beauxbatons students was truly disappointing.

Only a fork scared them like that! If they were to encounter truly frightening beings, like those evil gods, would they simply die of fright before even facing them?

No wonder that, compared to Hogwarts and Durmstrang, Beauxbatons Academy would never have had so many strong wizards.

If it wasn't for the restriction of Voldemort's curse, Ivan would have loved to give them a demonstration of what magic really was.

Ivan flicked his wand slightly and the fork that had flown towards the boy in front of him stopped immediately. It spun and fell straight down.

With a pop, it fell to the floor, inserted into the corner of his school uniform robe.

The boy still hadn't noticed. He only stepped back and dodged unconsciously.

The next second, he tripped over his tight robe and fell heavily to the floor.