"Professor, why did the atmosphere suddenly feel so strange?" Harry, seated in the back row, quietly asked Kayson, who was also seated in the back row.
"How would I know? As Dumbledore's favorite student, shouldn't you be the one who knows about this?" Kayson said, patting Harry's large head.
"Huh? Professor, don't say things like that!" As Harry felt the atmosphere grow even stranger, he felt as though all the air around him had been drained away. In fact, he was not the only one; the other young wizards were experiencing the same thing.
Just as Kayson was puzzled, the symptoms among the young wizards vanished. Grindelwald smiled. "I imagine you have all experienced that feeling just now. Now it is time to learn about it. Magical pressure, spiritual pressure—you may call it whatever you like."
"You only need to know that it is a highly practical combat technique. Wizards release their magic to form a field that suppresses others. Even if someone with powerful magical pressure is not skilled at spells, they can still seize the advantage in a wizarding duel."
Draco swallowed and raised his hand with determination. "Professor, that magical pressure just now did not seem to have much... effect. How is it supposed to be used in battle?"
Grindelwald gave him a kindly smile. "Naturally, that was because, as your professor, I could not get serious with you... Besides, magical pressure can be divided into indiscriminate release and targeted pressure. What you felt just now was indiscriminate release. This, however, is targeted at you."
The next moment, Draco, who had been standing, dropped onto his stool. The magical pressure did not vanish, as though it were wrestling with Draco and that poor chair through him.
"Ahem, I think that is enough for the young wizards to