I, Hogwarts Second Week

Harry and Ron naturally knew who Hermione was referring to.

But they didn't know how to reply. It's hard to imagine that Irving wouldn't be involved here.

After all, everyone in Hogwarts knew that he was a person who liked to join in the fun.

"It's okay, don't worry, I won't participate. Do you understand privilege? Privilege!" As soon as Hermione finished speaking, the Hufflepuff trio arrived at the same time.

Owen held his head in his hands and walked past her with a leisurely look.

"Even if you participate, I will take care of you."

"I won't make your loss look ugly."

"I don't need your mercy!" The anger in the little witch's heart suddenly emerged.

Even her groggy head became sober.

"It's a pity that I really can't join the little wizard's table this time." Owen said lightly: "Professor Flitwick invited me to be his teaching assistant."

"Very busy!"

With that said, he walked into the auditorium without looking back.

Hermione was left gritting her teeth, eyes burning with fire, this hateful guy.

I must work harder!

Tonight, go to bed at half past two!

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The morning passed quickly.

During breakfast time, Harry also specifically asked Owen for several tips on how to cast simple attack spells quickly to ensure that he would not overturn.

Although it would be difficult for him to overturn with his current strength

The combat effectiveness of the trio in this time period has far exceeded that of their peers in the original work.

Especially under his dedicated training.

However, Harry was still worried that he would be embarrassed by Malfoy, so it was always a good idea to be more prepared.

Just after lunch in the afternoon, the professors removed the long dining tables representing the four major colleges and replaced them with a gilded stage along one wall, with thousands of candles shining above it.

The ceiling was dyed deep purple, and a solemn and mysterious atmosphere spread in the auditorium.

A group of young wizards gathered around early. They stood closely together under the stage, their faces full of excitement.

Then----

"Oh my God!"

"It's Owen!"

"Why is he on the stage?"

At this time, Owen, who was wearing a brown tie and a bright smile on his face, stepped onto the duel stage with the cheers of several Hufflepuff chatters.

Look - how enthusiastic my friends are.

Owen's eyes passed over Hannah and the others, and then took in all the Hufflepuff wizards.

Hmmmm - even though most of them were beaten by him, the well-meaning Hufflepuff still gave him a huge round of applause.

The sparse applause continued.

Until another figure stepped onto the duel stage.

In an instant, Ravenclaw's voice echoed throughout the auditorium!

"Professor Flitwick beat him!"

I don't know who shouted.

Owen immediately looked over - well, it was one of his students

Zhen Zhen——This student seems to need to strengthen his magic training.

"Professor Flitwick is so handsome!"

"Down with Hufflepuff oppression, long live Ravenclaw!"

The random slogans made Professor Flitwick, who was still very happy, slowly turn cold.

"Alright, quiet little wizards!" he said in a low voice, holding up his wand.

He looked at the young wizards in his academy.

Oh—what a shame!

He also heard about Owen's extracurricular tutoring classes and heard that many students from their college signed up and were beaten badly!

Of course, he chose Owen as his duel assistant, which was completely the only choice away from selfish motives.

There is absolutely no such thing as retaliation! ! !

The little wizards soon became quiet.

"Okay, let's start the class now."

In a solemn and silent atmosphere, Professor Flitwick slowly spoke: "Wizard dueling is a long historical tradition that has existed thousands of years ago. As we all know, Godric, the founder of Gryffindor College, Mr. Gryffindor is a master of dueling."

As soon as Professor Flitwick finished speaking, the Gryffindor gathering burst into cheers.

"Ahem!" The professor stretched out his hand to suppress the wave in the crowd, and then said: "In modern times, various dueling competitions have emerged in endlessly, the most famous of which is the European Wizarding Duel Competition held every five years. "

"Oh! I know, Professor, you have won the championship before." Suddenly Penelope Crevat, the prefect of Ravenclaw, interrupted loudly.

This time it was greeted by cheers from the Ravenclaws.

"Thank you! Penello, but today we are more important to talk about dueling skills, not about my honor." Professor Flitwick's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Regarding books on dueling competitions and dueling history, I think you can pay attention to the annual publications of the World Wizards Dueling Conference when you have time in the future."

"However, dueling is a course that requires practice after all. Only when the wizard actually holds the wand can he experience the true difficulty of the duel, and books can only be used as a reference."

"Then first, I will conduct a duel demonstration with Mr. Sanchez."

Professor Flitwick's wand clicked on Owen's figure.

Then, like an old gentleman who has experienced battles, he bowed slightly towards Owen.

Owen responded by bending down.

"Ah——Expelliarmus~"

"Armor protection!"

Owen and Professor Flitwick cast the spell almost simultaneously.

The red light hit the blue armor.

At the moment when the light shone, Professor Flitwick took action instantly. From left to right, three magic spells attacked Owen almost at the same time.

Faced with multiple spells like this, using a single spell defense is unrealistic.

Because there will always be omissions.

So Owen's choice was to quickly wave his wand to transform the carpet under his feet into a wall.

"boom!"

The moment the stone wall cracked, the other professors immediately waved their wands to protect the little wizards.

Owen, on the other hand, continued to move forward, the tip of the wand emitting a long blue light, and a few stone chips were transformed into magical animals again.

Several Acromantulas opened their fangs and claws and bit at Professor Flitwick.

The 'clicking' sound of the big claws awakened the psychological shadows of countless little wizards.

"The curse stops." The professor's wand was the conductor of the Muggle world.

A little bit of golden light fell, and the giant spiders turned into rags again.

Then he manipulated the rags and talked about becoming huge.

"The force is released and relaxed, and it becomes bigger quickly."

Several rags dangled in front of Owen's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

From time to time, some attack spells passed by.

"Fire is raging!" Facing the rag in front of him, Owen subconsciously used the fire spell.

The raging fire burned the rags clean.

"All petrified!"

But the flames also covered his eyes, and a silent red spell reflected the firelight and hit him directly.

Owen's whole body stiffened instantly.

Then he fell straight down.

Fell into a trap!

He suddenly realized that Professor Flitwick was deliberately waiting for him to use the fire spell.

He predicted his thoughts!