Person of the Hour

Grindelwald shook his sleeve, extinguishing the flames. He stared blankly at the scorched brown marks left behind for a moment.

He seemed deeply puzzled as to why that flame had landed on him, yet he could not work out the answer.

Grindelwald closed his eyes slightly. The image of that flame still lingered before him—brilliant golden light, utterly devoid of Fiendfyre's dark, violent malice, even brighter than Albus's Phoenix flame.

It had completely transcended the shackles of Dark Arts...

Grindelwald came back to himself as the classroom's chaotic discussion reached his ears. Some said Professor Bashat was too old and no longer sharp-minded; others said Professor Bashat had been demonstrating for the lesson and had not gone all out. There were also those supporting Loren Morgan—his performance just now had indeed been stunning.

He put away his wand and turned to face the students, his expression calm and composed. Raising his right fist to his mouth, he coughed twice to clear his throat, gradually quieting the classroom.

"You have all seen it. Real combat is swift and fierce. Unlike dueling practice, combat has no concern for etiquette, nor is there any correct standard. Whether spells or Transfiguration, every method of fighting has but one goal: to defeat your enemy.

"I know that many of you are more interested in the final flame...

"Fire is a highly flexible entity. It is immensely destructive and ever-changing, but fire is only one option. Everyone has spells they excel at. For instance, Mr. Finnigan has a gift for Blasting Curses, while Mr. Potter's Disarming Charm is always remarkably effective. The key lies in discovering your own talents, mastering them, and attempting to develop them until they can be fully applied in battle."

Seeing the two students who had been singled out brighten, Grindelwald chuckled