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The eleven students on the platform couldn't stop grinning, their bewildering happiness confusing everyone in the hall.
What was going on?
Professor Jack had just looked at them, and they were this ecstatic?
Only the professors in the front row and the Ministry officials had caught the fleeting, unnatural shift in Jack's eyes.
As they were puzzling over it, his voice rang out from the podium.
"Alright, I've taught you everything you need to know. Practice diligently, and I hope to see you master the Great Fireball Technique soon!"
Taught them?
When?
Everyone was baffled. When exactly had Professor Jack taught them the spell?
They had stayed hoping to glean something, but he'd just glanced at them and was done?
Was this some kind of joke?!
The eleven rewarded students hurriedly expressed their thanks, leaving only Hermione and one other student standing there utterly confused.
"Thank you for your instruction, Professor Jack!"
Suddenly, a voice whispered directly into Hermione's ear, "Come to my office after your last class this afternoon." Though puzzled, she nodded slightly.
Had he really finished teaching them just like that?
Seeing the students above seemingly comprehending something profound, the observers in the front rows were astonished.
Iden, Head of the Department of Mysteries, stared intently at Jack's eyes. Was it because of his eyes? Did he use them to cast magic?
There are Combat Spells cast with the eyes?
Jack using hand seals was one thing after all, wandless magic did exist in their world, though few in Britain knew it. That practice originated in Africa.
Wands were a European invention. African witches and wizards only began considering wands as useful tools in the last century.
At the Uagadou School of Magic in Africa, many spells were cast by pointing a finger or making specific gestures.
Uagadou was located on Mount Moon in Uganda. It was the largest of all magical schools, drawing students from across the entire African continent.
But because Africa was far from Britain, few in the British magical community were aware of its practices.
As the head of the Department of Mysteries, deeply immersed in magical research, Iden was well-versed in the practices of other nations.
The first time he saw Jack cast magic, he'd noticed the resemblance to Uagadou's wandless magic. While Uagadou utilized fingers and gestures, Jack used more complex hand seals.
Could Jack be a wizard from Uagadou? Or from elsewhere in Africa?
But he'd never heard of eye-based magic at Uagadou either!
Iden felt that Jack was shrouded in mist, utterly inscrutable.
Young, immensely powerful, supremely talented. He could create new spells, develop new casting methods, and even establish a brand-new power ranking system for the entire wizarding world.
Just where did Jack come from? Who was he, really!
Beside him, Minister Fudge had also noted Jack's briefly altered left eye and deduced it was the key to transferring the knowledge directly into the students' minds.
Was it a spell similar to Legilimency? But while Legilimency extracts memories, this unknown magic implants them?
Just how many more miraculous Combat Spells did Jack possess?!
With the class dismissed, it was the perfect time to have a proper conversation with him.
As students slowly filed out of the classroom, the Ministry officials, led by Fudge, stood and moved towards Jack.
The Hogwarts professors, led by Dumbledore, also rose and approached.
Before Fudge could speak upon reaching the podium, Bartemius Crouch Sr., Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, immediately launched into an accusation.
"Jack! Are you aware that the reckless use of an Undetectable Extension Charm violates magical decrees? Furthermore, you published an unverified magical classification system without Ministry approval!
What is the Ministry's position in your eyes? And another matter! How can you transform into a Dementor? How do you possess such intimate knowledge of them?
I have reason to suspect you have been to Azkaban! You will accompany the Aurors to the Ministry for questioning!"
A dead silence followed Crouch's words.
Everyone stared oddly at Bartemius Crouch. How did he dare say such things?
"Ahem!" Minister Fudge coughed twice, breaking the awkwardness. "Barty, not now! We are here to speak with Professor Jack! What are you doing, bringing Ministry protocol here? Professor Jack is one of us!"
Cadwallader quickly chimed in, "Yes, Director Crouch, it's a misunderstanding. Professor Jack is on our side."
Seeing the Minister intercede, Barty Crouch could only frown deeply at Jack, who from beginning to end had acted as if he hadn't heard a word, showing no reaction.
Dumbledore and the other professors said nothing, simply watching quietly.
But if the Ministry folk made a move, Snape would be the first to not let them off easily.
Jack finally glanced at Bartemius Crouch.
Instantly, Crouch felt an overwhelming pressure erupt from Jack ferocious, violent, powerful, utterly unconquerable!
He had never imagined a young man could emanate such a vast and terrifying aura. He felt like an ant before Jack, easily crushed.
For a moment, he seemed to see a gigantic, multi-tailed beast superimposed over Jack's form!
Crouch's body was instantly drenched in cold sweat, his legs turning to jelly, unable to support him.
Yet, despite the weakness, he didn't collapse. He couldn't control his own body; even though his legs couldn't hold him, he was unable to make any movement at all.
Cadwallader, noticing Crouch's strange state, quickly moved to support him. "Director, are you alright?!"
Touching Crouch, Cadwallader realized his superior's robes were completely soaked, as if drenched by rain.
Utterly confused, Cadwallader followed Crouch's gaze to Jack.
Only then did he understand his Director had been reduced to this state by a single look from Jack!
How terrifying was that?!
One look, and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was rendered completely helpless. Just how unfathomably deep did Jack's power run?
Cadwallader swallowed hard, wanting to say something.
Before he could speak, Jack withdrew his gaze. Bartemius Crouch's body went limp, threatening to collapse entirely. Luckily, Cadwallader was holding him, preventing a scene.
Several people present noticed this exchange, wondering what had happened to Bartemius Crouch.
At that moment, Jack addressed the group, his tone casual yet leaving no room for argument.
"Let's continue this discussion in the staff common room, shall we?"
In an instant, everyone vanished from the classroom.
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