some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 78 Flitwick's Brewing on the Sorcerer
When William walked out the door, Robert was touching his flushed face and smiling obscenely.

Just now Marietta came to take a peek at him to confirm whether William's "prophecy" was true.

How could a voice-controlled nerd like Robert be able to withstand this? He thought his spring had come.

Three major illusions in life: She likes me!

William ignored Robert, he can still be resurrected, let's enjoy death for the time being.

Anyway, I got used to it as I died.

Professor Flitwick's office is on the fourth floor. William avoided the crowd, found an empty path, and came to the door with ease.

On the day William hadn't fallen into the cycle, he gave Robert a bottle of life-death water, wanting to verify the effect.

After Robert's death, he was brought into the office by Professor Flitwick.

That same day, William found Ravenclaw's bronze ring in the Room of Requirement.

William suddenly thought of one thing, if he went to the Room of Requirement again after Tywin's death, would he still be able to pick up this ring?
William thinks it's definitely possible!
However, he has been caught in a time loop. After dawn, the ring must have disappeared. After all, everything will return to the original point.

William knocked on the door, and Professor Flitwick opened it. He looked up at William and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter, Mr. Stark, what's the matter with coming to see me now?"

"I feel that only the professor can answer some academic questions, so I want to ask you for advice." William said respectfully.

Professor Flitwick's beard twitched wildly as he laughed. He still liked listening to students' rainbow farts.

"Are you going to ask now?" Professor Flitwick stepped aside with a smile and said cheerfully, "Okay then, come in, kid."

Professor Flitwick was eating breakfast in his office. From this position, he could see the situation of the Quidditch field.

Hagrid is still working hard; Professor McGonagall is making a lion cub for Gryffindor; Mrs. Hooch is checking the safety of the facility.

"William, why didn't you go to watch the game?" After the two sat down, Professor Flitwick asked gently.

"No, that kind of thing is not as important as learning knowledge!"

William remembered what Dumbledore called "a greater goal", and he was now moving towards this goal.

"And, professor, didn't you go too?"

"Hmm - you can also watch the competition here." Professor Flitwick sighed, "Every time the finals are held by other colleges, it's better not to go to the arena."

This year was fine, the finals were Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, and if it was Slytherin, he would probably be laughed at by Snape for another year.

Although Snape doesn't like to talk, he definitely has a hand when he gets angry.

For example, when Slytherin won the championship last year, Snape scolded the Slytherin Quidditch captain in front of several deans, saying that another trophy was brought to him, and the office couldn't fit it.

I also want to give it to Flitwick, let him take it back and touch it...

"By the way, have you eaten yet?" Flitwick asked proactively instead of thinking about sad things.

"No, Professor."

"That means we need more food." Professor Flitwick blinked and waved his wand.

A plate of turkey sandwiches, scones, and marmalade pudding appeared on the table.

"Black tea, milk, coffee or..."

"Black tea, Professor."

Flitwick snapped his fingers, and a cup of smoking black tea appeared in front of William out of thin air.

William was completely attracted by this move.

Seeing that William was very interested, Professor Flitwick picked up a sandwich and said with a smile, "This is not food conjured by Transfiguration."

"Isn't it?"

Flitwick handed William a scone and said, "You're only in the first grade, and Professor McGonagall hasn't exposed you to this knowledge yet.

Food is the five major exceptions to Gamp's law of transformation. Wizards cannot conjure gourmet food out of thin air, nor can they turn other things into food. Even if you eat it, it is impossible to absorb nutrients, but you will suffer from indigestion. "

"Then how did these foods appear?"

"After the house elf cooked it, I sent it over with the 'transfer spell', but the 'transfer spell' just now, I used a wandless spell."

The two of them didn't seem to be having breakfast, nor were they in class. It was more like a seminar mode, discussing, debating, asking questions, etc. together.

Professor Flitwick will ask about the stories among the students, while William is looking for the answers he wants.

William enjoyed it very much, it was very relaxing and fun.

This breakfast took more than 40 minutes in total. After estimating the time, William quickly asked:
"Professor, you may say that I am ambitious, but I want to make a long-term study plan for the next few years."

William talked about his current study progress.

Professor Flitwick pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "William, your study of spells and defense against the dark arts is simply beyond my imagination.

I know you are very talented, but there is a key problem here, just because you can cast a certain spell, doesn't mean you really master it. "

William nodded quickly. He also learned a lot of knowledge in college in his previous life, but he could only do the questions, and he couldn't do other practical applications.

Professor Flitwick continued: "Let me talk about the subject of Charms first. It is undoubtedly the foundation, and it serves all magic, so there is nothing to say."

"The magic spell must be applied in life in the end, and the best practice is to use it constantly in life.

There are many young wizards who learned spells very well, but after a vacation, they simply forgot them. Seven years later, many of the most basic spells were also forgotten.

My suggestion is to use magic spells all the time, and do not use your hands to do things that can be done with magic.

When you can use magic to replace the functions of limbs, you also become a master of charms.

Here is my suggestion. "

William was thoughtful. He felt that Flitwick had a point.

His English teacher in his previous life told him that the best way to learn a language is to use it in life, not to do test papers.

These are all by analogy.

"By the way, William." Professor Flitwick took a sip of beer and said seriously: "You can try it recently, let a doll dance ballet across the table.

I think it's very interesting, maybe it's our final exam? "

Professor Flitwick blinked mischievously, and William smiled.

Is this an indication?
The benefits of top students.

After breakfast, the two began to seamlessly connect to "morning tea".

"What is our goal in learning Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Professor Flitwick sputtered, looked bright, and gave advice.

"Of course it's for fighting!"

Before William could answer, Professor Flitwick spoke out himself.

"No matter how many spells you have mastered, it is useless if you can't use them in actual combat.

My suggestion is to find a master who is proficient in fighting for training. "

William frowned, wondering who to turn to.

Professor Flitwick took a gulp of beer, slammed it heavily on the table, and laughed loudly: "My child, never forget that I am the champion of the fighting competition.

It's not that I'm bragging. In this school, when it comes to actual combat, few people can walk a few rounds in my hands. "

After a few glasses of beer, Professor Flitwick seemed a little drunk, completely different from his usual humble self.

A little drunk, he took William's hand and began to "cook wine and talk about wizards".

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(Ask for a recommendation ticket.)
(End of this chapter)