Chapter 394 Evan's Non-verbal Spell
As Evan was already in the spotlight, the slight disturbance immediately caught the attention of the others.
The students of Beauxbatons were astonished to discover that the Hogwarts boy was so popular among the school's ghosts. It was unimaginable.
The conversation topic once again revolved around Evan, and everyone was brimming with curiosity about him.
No one knew what was happening, except Gabrielle and Fleur, who were seated next to Evan. The ghosts' abnormal behavior added mystery to Evan.
His exquisite appearance, great strength, legendary feats, and captivating mystery made him even more attractive to the girls.
Of course, some of the boys from Beauxbatons were becoming increasingly resentful towards him.
Evan didn't have time to listen to others' opinions about him. Faced with enthusiastic ghosts, he had to appease them one by one.
He was thinking that perhaps 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" to the French market, further increase his influence, and establish a branch in Paris...
While Evan was conceiving this plan, Fleur by his side gave him a gentle nudge.
"Madame Maxime has just announced that dinner is over!" Fleur smiled and said, sweeping her silver cascading hair aside. "She has asked me to show you around the school. But I believe you would prefer to stay here and deal with the ghosts."
Evan definitely wanted to take a stroll around Beauxbatons, and this was a very rare opportunity.
He looked up and saw all the Beauxbatons students rising to their feet.
In the center of the crowd, Dumbledore and Sirius followed Flamel and Madame Maxime out of the Great Hall.
When all the teachers left, the atmosphere in the auditorium truly heated up.
The Beauxbatons students were no longer as well-behaved as before. They all crowded around Evan and spoke in French that he didn't understand.
Of course, there were also many people speaking English, but it wasn't very standardized.
All the voices blended together, so Evan couldn't hear them clearly.
"What are they talking about?" Evan asked aloud.
"Mostly just greetings. Many girls are asking if you're free tonight," Fleur chuckled and said, leaning in close to Evan's ear, "Of course, there are others challenging you too. It seems like they want to fight you."
Without needing Fleur's translation, Evan had already realized.
In the midst of a group of older boys, there was a tall and very strong boy pointing his wand at him. There were cheers and applause from the surrounding crowd.
This seemed to have been planned for a while. Many people looked at Evan with mocking expressions, waiting to see his reaction.
With a malicious smile on his face, the boy spoke a lot in French to Evan.
Then, without giving him time, he recited a spell silently and waved the wand abruptly.
A red flash appeared, and a fork on the table flew towards Evan.
Under the boy's control, the fork flew directly towards his torso! It was very fast. If he hastily dodged, it would seem quite embarrassing.
In everyone's opinion, if Evan didn't want to be hit, he would definitely have to duck to avoid the fork.
That way, they could mock him.
Watching as the fork approached, Evan sighed.
It seemed that there were people everywhere like Malfoy who were annoying, and what they had in common was that they were all fools!
With a gentle upward movement of his right hand from his waist, his wand spun and fell naturally into his hand.
Evan took the wand and waved it gently, without uttering a spell, and the fork in front of him stopped in mid-air.
Everyone was astonished and puzzled by how Evan had done it.
They heard no incantation, nor saw Evan release a spell.
He simply waved his wand, and suddenly controlled the fork in front of him. It was astonishing.
Only the students preparing for the Nastily Exhausting Magic Exam could vaguely grasp what was going on. Evan had probably used a Non-Verbal Spell.
This was a very challenging casting technique. Although the concept of casting a spell just by thinking of it seemed simple, this technique required a lot of control and concentration to create the correct effect. If the spell is not spoken aloud, it could result in an unexpected effect.
In fact, most wizards couldn't do it.
Not to mention the young wizards who had not finished magic school, even among adult wizards in the magical world, the use of Non-Verbal Charms was extremely rare. Only a few dozen could probably achieve it!
Just as everyone kept guessing, the fork in front of Evan immediately flew back.
The fork withdrew faster than it came, and the person across from him seemed unaware that Evan had countered his spell.
He hurriedly waved his wand, wanting to retaliate. He had barely read half of the spell on his lips when he saw a red light that hit his right hand first.
The trajectory, power, and speed of Evan's spell were precise.
He felt a sharp pain in his right hand, and his wand was knocked out and sent flying.
Looking at the fork now flying straight towards his eyes, he recoiled in horror, paled, and exclaimed some words in French, as if begging Evan for mercy.
Everything happened so quickly that no one else around reacted.
No one thought Evan would be so cruel, aiming his fork directly at the boy's eyes.
If it had hit him, the consequences...
Even the lively Fleur, who was watching, had a flushed face of concern, with evident fear in her eyes.
Indeed, Evan did not release control of the fork.
He had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions around him, and the response of these Beauxbatons students was truly disappointing.
Just a fork scared them so much! If they were to encounter truly terrifying beings, like those malevolent gods, would they die of fright before even facing them?
No wonder that, compared to Hogwarts and Durmstrang, Beauxbatons has never had many strong wizards.
If it weren't for Voldemort's curse restriction, Evan would have loved to show them how truly terrifying magic could be.
Evan slightly moved his wand, and the fork that had flown towards the boy in front stopped immediately. It spun and plummeted down.
With a thud, it fell to the ground, embedded in a fold of his school robe.
The boy still had not noticed. He simply stepped back and unconsciously dodged.
In the next second, he tripped over his tightly fitted robe and fell heavily to the ground.