some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 81 The Scary Dumbledore (Third)

Professor Flitwick looked at William with deep bewilderment, as if trying to read something from his face.

This soaring combat power is definitely not a normal situation.

The first element of fighting is not to be distracted, this is what he taught William on the first day.

But Professor Flitwick had to distract himself for a while, so as to ease the horror in his heart.

Not to mention little first-year wizards, there are many students who are about to graduate, and they can only stand in place, like baboons, waving their wands indiscriminately, and don't understand the essence of wizard fighting at all.

For that kind of wizard, Professor Flitwick can solve a large area with one move.

William's fighting style, although limited by his age, is still immature overall, but it is already considered an entry level.

Professor Flitwick would lose his mind during training, but William would not, and the countless beatings reminded him that the end of mind wandering would be tragic.

William didn't stop on his feet, the wand spun, and the eight panes of glass exploded like a snowball.

"Ten thousand bullets fired!"

The glass condensed into countless spikes, which were shot out like bullets, and soon the debris occupied most of the classroom.

Although Professor Flitwick was distracted, he had so much experience in combat. After suffering the first round of blows, his right wrist subconsciously shook.

There were creaking noises in the classroom without warning, and he raised his wand obliquely upwards, as if he had fished out a giant deep-sea whale, and suddenly hit the glass in mid-air.

William secretly thought something was wrong, backed away with all his strength, stepped on a series of messy small steps, and when he was about to retreat to the edge of the classroom, he finally stabilized his body and swallowed a mouthful of blood, but the wand in his hand did not tremble at all.

Professor Flitwick was not in a hurry to pursue, but stood still.

This is the accident mentioned earlier. When Professor Flitwick was distracted, his subconscious reaction was a powerful magic. This kind of rebound caused William to suffer a lot of damage.

After a while, Professor Flitwick asked excitedly: "I gave you a 30-second break, are you still playing?"

Holding the wand in his right hand, William nodded fiercely. This kind of training is what he needs.

He doesn't think that if you cast a spell and I cast a spell on Bo, what kind of combat master can be trained.

Seeing this situation, Professor Flitwick showed an appreciative smile at the corner of his mouth.

"William, your strength is beyond my imagination, so I won't treat you like a child."

William didn't answer, and sprinted desperately again. The training achievements in the past month were incisively and vividly, but his spells were all broken one by one by Professor Flitwick's understatement.

Professor Flitwick seemed to be deliberately trying to see how far he could go, completely defending, and wanted to wait for the moment when his mana was exhausted, and decide the outcome decisively.

This kind of torture is like a magic wand pointed at the head, but the person under the wand is not allowed to breathe.

But an accident happened.

This is not a classroom for fighting at all. The load-bearing beam of the room was hit by a magic arrow cast by Flitwick after being hit by the magic spell several times. meter of cracks.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the slight movement of the beams, and William knew something was wrong, forced to suppress the urge to fight back, and retreated again and again.

Professor Flitwick's second wave of arrows has been fired like a thousand arrows.

The wind suddenly picked up, and countless arrows gathered in a certain direction, forming a pilgrimage posture, as if all the magic power was drawn.

Dumbledore floated out with an indescribably elegant posture.

He casually "grabbed" William's wand, stood still, and pointed slightly. The cracks on the beams of the classroom immediately recovered, and the damage around them was also intact, as if there had never been a battle.

Standing between William and Flitwick, Dumbledore's purple robe bulged and swelled like a ball, abruptly receiving the impact of countless magic arrows.

With the pair of black boot-toed shoes as the center of his feet, a circle of ripples spread out, the dust rolled, and the beard floated, but the old man's burly figure remained motionless.Instead of attenuating the magic flow in the robe, it was full and swelled again.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry, I went too far just now." Professor Flitwick apologized quickly.

Dumbledore smiled gently, his hands drooping, his robes fluttering in the wind slowly became quiet, he returned the wand to William, and stood beside him.

"Filius, I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be here."

"Professor, is something wrong?"

"Well, a child died in Ravenclaw house."

Dumbledore grieved.

"What, how is it possible?" Professor Flitwick's hands trembled suddenly, and his voice became sharp.

Dumbledore quickly explained the situation and did not shy away from William at all.

"Who did it?" For a moment, Professor Flitwick shed tears.

"It's not clear yet," said Dumbledore. "You go to Ravenclaw House to maintain order now."

"Okay." Professor Flitwick hurriedly ran out with short legs.

But after running for two steps, he turned around and said, "William, let's go, you also come back to Ravenclaw College with me, it's too dangerous outside."

William and Dumbledore spoke at the same time.

"I still have something to say to the principal."

"I have something to ask William."

Professor Flitwick left without knowing why, and Dumbledore looked at William with a pair of blue pupils.

"William, your Defense Against the Dark Arts skills are very skilled."

"Of course, professor, I have been training with Professor Flitwick for more than a month." William said happily.

William raised his right hand and showed Professor Dumbledore the bronze ring on his index finger.

With trembling hands, Dumbledore quickly recognized the ring. After a little thought, he understood everything, and William didn't need to elaborate.

To be honest, I have seen this kind of scene many times. The first few times I saw the principal's expression, William would still find it funny, but now he only finds it scary.

Dumbledore was horrible.

It was obvious that Robert had just died, and Professor Tywin's body might not have been found at this point, but with William's words, he could quickly understand everything.

It was as if Dumbledore knew everything.

But he is in a loop and also has no memory.

William even felt that Dumbledore might have had a rough guess before Tywin died, but he just let it go, waiting for the final arrival.

Although it saves effort to talk to such an intelligent person, he has to be cautious. The most terrifying thing about Dumbledore is definitely not his combat power, that's just icing on the cake. His most powerful thing is his IQ.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and finally asked: "So what are you going to do next?"

William thought for a while and said, "According to the plan, I need to learn Transfiguration from Professor McGonagall in the afternoon, so..."

"I will tell Professor McGonagall." Professor Dumbledore nodded.

Dumbledore will go to the Ministry of Magic later, it is impossible to stay at the school, and Professor McGonagall will temporarily manage the school. Without Dumbledore's message, it is impossible for her to teach William Transfiguration at this special time.

William turned and walked out of the classroom.

"William," Dumbledore's voice sounded, "I should have told you before, right?"

"Say it every time, for a greater purpose!"

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(Third update, please recommend everyone.)
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