Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 9 The Excited Professor Flitwick

Not surprisingly, Klein became famous.

The next morning, many senior students who heard about the "blow-kiss incident" came over to shake his hand
"Brother, sorry to meet you this way, good luck."

"Pumpkin pie will make you feel better, come on, eat it, if you don't eat it, you won't be able to eat it."

"Don't sleep at night, I'm serious, maybe tomorrow morning you will find yourself turned into a bat or something, believe me, that's very possible."

"Remember! Don't drink any suspicious liquids, you know, our dean is a master of potions!"

These senior students included students from Snake Academy and other colleges. Without exception, they were all shocked by Klein's "fearless spirit".

Those who dare to openly challenge Professor Snape are the real warriors. Perhaps "Hogwarts, A School History" will not record this brave resistance, but the name of Klein Grindelwald will surely be passed down every day. In the heart of a student!

"Klein, you'd better apologize to Professor Snape, maybe things will turn around."

I don't know why, but Draco Malfoy seems to be even more worried about this issue than Klein himself. He has been worried since the banquet last night, and even sharing a dormitory with Klein failed to make him reveal smiley.

"Apologize? No, Draco, I'll blow him another kiss to impress him even more."

After hearing this, Klein smirked and blinked.

As long as he doesn't want to go, no one can drive him away.

"But."

Recalling everything his father had told him about Severus Snape, Draco wanted to say something emotionally, but Klein interrupted him with a wave of his hand just as he was about to speak.

"Okay, it's not a big problem, in fact, there is no problem at all. Time is running out, and you don't want to be late for the first class."

Picking up his own textbooks, Klein dragged Draco to the "Spells" classroom. Their professor was Filius Flitwick - an experienced spell caster. According to the senior The students revealed that the small Professor Flitwick was the champion of the "Duel Contest" when he was young.

"Huh, it's nice to see some new faces every year, I mean, you guys have so much potential and being with you always gives me the illusion that I'm young."

Because of his height, Professor Flitwick could only teach while standing on a stack of books.He is very funny, and his attitude is not as serious as Professor McGonagall. Many Slytherin freshmen were amused by him, and even Draco, who had always had a small face, relaxed a lot.

"Okay students, take out your wands, today I will teach you five spellcasting postures, which will effectively improve the effect of your spells Hey, don't look at me like that, this is your first class, you guys You don't think I'll teach you spells, do you?"

Professor Flitwick shrugged and began the demonstration.

pause, shake, shake
The five very simple movements can be called the foundation of the foundation, and the first-year freshmen in the Snake Academy quickly started practicing.

But Klein didn't, and when everyone's attention was on his wand, he quietly left his seat.

"Son, what's the matter with you?"

Looking curiously at Klein who walked to his side, Professor Flitwick asked kindly.

"Professor, this is something I've been researching recently, can you help me take a look?"

Klein opened the thick black book that he carried with him, found a crumpled piece of parchment from a certain page, and handed it over. On it was written a spell that had been smeared many times in a crooked manner.

"Haha, I think it's better for students of your age not to aim too high, but to lay a solid foundation first. Well, the healing spell is a very interesting idea, but the healing spell has not improved much? It's impossible!"

Looking at the serious freshman with a funny face, Professor Flitwick advised in a gentle tone, but under Klein's insistence, he still glanced at the contents of the parchment.

Then the little charmer stared at the revised spell as if he had seen a ghost, and could never take his eyes away.

"This... is this your improved spell?!"

Professor Flitwick turned his head to look at Klein, his tone unconsciously hurried.

"Yes."

Meeting Professor Flitwick's eyes, Klein nodded.

"Can you use it? I mean, since you can improve it, you can definitely use it!"

Professor Flitwick jumped off the stack of books and walked to the table, his beard raised in excitement.

"Huh?" "What happened?" "What's wrong?"

At this time, many Slytherin first-year students also noticed the commotion on the podium, and couldn't help showing puzzled expressions.

Isn't that Klein, when did he run to the podium?
"It's a healing spell, I don't think I can"

Klein shook his head, looking embarrassed, but before he could finish speaking, Professor Flitwick used his wand to cut a hole in his tiny palm, and looked at him expectantly.

"Uh, okay."

The other party had reached this level, and Klein could no longer refuse. He raised his rosewood wand and pointed it at Professor Flitwick's injured palm.

"wound healing."

The light green light shone down, and the wound disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Merlin's beard, you are a real genius!"

Professor Flitwick jumped up and hugged Klein. Although he was a little impolite, he looked really excited like a monkey.
"Okay, professor, come down quickly, the students are watching."

Klein never dreamed that Professor Flitwick would be so straightforward. He remembered that when he used this spell in Durmstrang in his last life, the professor who taught the class was not so excited.

"Oh, sorry, it was my fault."

Smiling awkwardly, Professor Flitwick stood back on the table again, and he stared straight at Klein, the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

"Professor, don't you suspect that this is not the result of my research?"

Klein blinked and asked curiously.

"So, what are the facts?"

Professor Flitwick didn't answer, and threw the question back in its entirety.

"Uh."

Klein didn't expect such a move, and shrugged his shoulders as if admitting defeat.

"Well, it was indeed improved by me."

"Ha! I knew it! Eyes don't lie!"

The short Professor Flitwick laughed loudly, and said to Klein in a very affirmative tone.

"I'll go to Principal Dumbledore after class and ask him to submit your research results to the Ministry of Magic. Hey, you will become the youngest recipient of the "Merlin Medal", I promise!"

(End of this chapter)