Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 224 The Road of Magic That Only Belongs to Our Own
"Harry, do you know what it takes to be a true duelist?"

Professor Flitwick doesn't like to use Apparition to travel long distances, and because there are a lot of people traveling, the horse-drawn carriage pulled by Thestrals has become their best means of transportation. On the way to Austria, Professor Flitwick and Harry Leigh chatted.

There were also other students from Professor Flitwick's dueling club, but there was ample space in the carriage, and people sat, chatted and drank tea in twos and threes.

"Careful, sharp, and never sloppy to kill the enemy with one strike?"

Harry really didn't know about real duelists. To him, a duel match was more like a game, a game that might allow him to play freely. The enemy, but the world is so big, there is never a shortage of monsters and perverts. Only when Harry is on the world stage can Harry truly recognize his own strength.

"No, no, no, what you are talking about is the most basic quality of a duelist. The duel field is a battlefield, a place for game and battle. Of course, it cannot be taken lightly."

Professor Flitwick shook his finger inscrutablely.

"A true duelist, the most needed traits are - Cool, Cooler, Coolest!"

"Winning the game is only the first step. How to win the game handsomely and gracefully, and gain applause and cheers is the ability that a real duelist needs to master."

"The reason why the duel competition has been enduring for thousands of years is not only because the duel ring is a stage where wizards can liberate their fighting nature, but also because duel is an art, just like painting, opera, and dance drama. The art of wizards." Professor Flitwick paused, "The art of top wizards."

"Winning beautifully and gracefully doesn't mean you have to study those fancy ostentations. We have to win first, and then pursue beautiful victories."

"A duel is a matter of subtlety, and in any one thing, even swinging a hammer to strike iron, the mastery of skill makes the roughness of swinging a hammer an art you cannot take your eyes off of."

"Your basic knowledge is already very solid. You have mastered almost all the sixth and seventh grade textbooks. You are the most harsh, even cruel, student I have ever seen. But I want to teach you another lesson here. The secret of magic lies not only in the skill of chanting incantations or casting spells without spells, but those are just the basics that must be mastered."

"If you want to go further on the road of spells, farther than anyone else, then what you need to do is to tap the potential of spells, or in other words, change the standard spells into what suits you best. "

"Although there are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of spells in the world, there are not many standard spells in the world. There are only more than 100 standard spells recorded in the book today, but how do they become tenfold? , a hundred times as much?"

"The black mist form of Voldemort you brought back for me, the root of this spell is actually a very humble levitation spell. Most of the various spells in the world are actually derived from wizards' improvements to standard spells. , after you have a solid enough foundation, it's time for you to start developing your own magical path."

"In this regard, I can't give you very detailed instructions. After all, I'm not you. I can't guess what kind of spell variant is the most suitable for you, but I believe you have this talent. In the duel competition, you will see many magics that you have never seen before. Those magics are the treasures of every outstanding duelist. I hope you will observe and study carefully during the competition, and finally find the one that suits you best road."

There was a hint of expectation in Professor Flitwick's eyes. He hoped that his most satisfied student could go further on the road of magic. Harry was a little uneasy about his strictness. In his eyes, Harry Somewhat obsessed, Harry, who has been learning more and more new spells, seems to be overly paranoid. As a teacher, Flitwick thinks he needs to remind Harry, so that he should not just look up and look forward, but It is to pay more attention to the step, so as not to miss one step and fall all over the body.

"Can you give me an example?"

Harry probably understood what Professor Flitwick meant. This sincere concern warmed Harry's heart. In fact, there are not many people in the world who can treat you sincerely. It is a great thing to meet a good teacher. Very lucky thing.

"Of course, you can refer to it."

Professor Flitwick readily agreed. It was a great thing for Harry to change his mind, but it was not all a good thing if he took too big a step too fast.

"If there is any word to describe the magic I am pursuing, then it is fast, extremely fast. The flying speed of the magic spell is slow, so slow that on a standard 20-meter duel stage, as long as you concentrate on it, then dodge Spells are not a very difficult thing to do."

"This is my secret to winning the championship, and it is also the speed that no one can surpass, the cursed speed."

He drew out his sapphire-skinned M500 revolver, then raised the muzzle and pulled the trigger, "fluorescence flashes."

What flew out from the muzzle was not a swaying ball of light, but a highly focused, dazzling incandescent jet.

"Voldemort's Avada death ray is not the same as mine. What he changed was the output method of the spell, turning a single-consumption spell into a continuous spell that can continuously supply energy to maintain strength, and what I did was Compress the magic power to a high degree, compress the spell to the extreme, and then burst out all the power of the spell in an instant."

"Let the slow trajectory of the spell become the ultimate speed that I can't dodge even if I see it. Although this will sacrifice all concealment, it will allow my spell to reach the place where my eyes go in an instant. If I see it, then there is no possibility of dodging, even Apparition is too late to use."

"This is the magical path I embarked on, for reference only."

When Professor Flitwick was young, he was definitely the most dazzling member in the duel arena due to his small stature. The haste spell that he could not dodge at all allowed him to face the attack of more than a dozen people and point them one by one. Killing and defeating, it was already noon, six consecutive shots fired, the magazine of the M500 was emptied, and the six opponents were reluctantly defeated, and all bullets were fired.

"So what is the path I want to take?"

Holding the ebony and white ivory in his hands, Harry lowered his head and thought silently, stepping out of the framework of standard spells and starting a magical path of his own style, this is a choice that requires his deep thinking.

During this confused thought, a ray of light suddenly appeared and cut through the fog of chaos, and Harry remembered the magic that dazzled him when he first saw it.

"Maybe I know."

The corners of Harry's mouth curled up into a slight smile.

(End of this chapter)