I, Hogwarts Second Week

High-end masters can often pull their opponents into their own rhythm or even traps.

It was obvious that Professor Flitwick was a master in this area and worthy of the title of duel master.

It's like competing in trigonometric functions with a high school math teacher you've taught your whole life.

Professor Flitwick is even stronger than Dumbledore when it comes to conventional spells.

"How do you feel?" The professor's wand lifted Owen's petrification effect with a flick of his wand.

"How does it feel?" Owen held the wand and exhaled a little, and then said unconvinced: "Professor, I'm going to cast some illegal spells."

"Oh!" Professor Flitwick's eyes were steady, and he looked Owen up and down with a pair of hawk-like eyes, "Okay."

He wanted to see where Irving's limits were.

"Ultimate protection!"

"Ultimate Guard!"

"The ultimate armor protection!"

Owen raised his wand and tapped his robe.

This is an attachable spell he developed using the characteristics of ancient magic. It can adhere to the surface of objects and resist some spell damage.

The duration is very short and cannot be defended. Powerful black magic such as Lihuo and Death Curse are a bit useless to him, but they are very suitable for duels.

Because the use of death curses and black magic is not allowed in wizard duels.

"Here we go! Professor."

A certain little black man reminded him very politely.

Then the wand was pointed at the palm of his right hand. In an instant, purple light burst out, and the powerful magic turned into a shining light, which appeared at the tip of his wand.

He took a small step back, flicked his right arm away, and pushed the wand out like a bowling ball.

In an instant, the purple light was like a twisting dragon, carrying an aura of destruction and rushing toward Professor Flitwick crazily.

That's ancient magic.

Moreover, the destructive magic contained in it made this well-informed professor of spells a little frightened. However, as a former duel champion, when faced with this unknown spell, his instinct was not to protect himself, but Use your body to your advantage and dodge sideways.

"boom!"

A huge explosion followed.

It is the wall behind the rostrum of the auditorium.

The entire wall was blown to pieces by Owen's magic.

A huge gap appeared, and the wind from the mountains poured in unbridled.

Then—a smile twitched at the corner of Owen's lips.

Open your hands naturally.

The flying fragments trembled slightly and turned into small sharp swords in the blink of an eye.

Then he jerked his wand downward.

Countless swords were like meteors crossing the sky, shooting towards Professor Flitwick crazily.

"The decision is yours!" After saying that, Owen suddenly opened his cloak again.

In the pocket of his coat, cabbages grew from small to large - pitching skills - a green bowling ball with moving teeth.

This isn't over yet.

After throwing out four or five biting kale, he jerked his wand upward again, "Lightning Storm!!!"

A cloud of mist quickly gathered over the auditorium.

The white thunder was like dancing sparks. They danced with each other, entangled with each other, and then condensed into a thick lightning. With a "click", it fell from the sky and surged toward Professor Flitwick.

Knock~

If you don’t believe me, my 500-word spell-casting preamble will leave you with a gray face.

Three attacks, magic, transformation, and magical plants.

The three major genres shine in Owen's hands.

If he wasn't in second grade, magical beasts would definitely be indispensable. At that time, the four major schools will sweep across the world. Who else can defeat him!

It's a pity - when will my Shilok, who only knows how to eat and drink, grow up?

"Roar!" Professor Flitwick's eyes flashed with excitement.

Since coming to Hogwarts to teach.

For many years, his blood had never boiled again.

Sometimes he misses the time when he was young and made a name for himself in Europe. Although it was hard work, there were people challenging him every day.

But the joy of beating others up is something that ordinary people can hardly feel.

Don't be fooled by Professor Flitwick's small stature and elegant figure.

When he was sorted, he almost got into Gryffindor.

The same goes for Professor McGonagall, who almost entered Ravenclaw back then.

Many years later, when faced with the naughty little wizards of the Lion Academy, Professor McGonagall would joke with Professor Flitwick that if they entered each other's academy respectively, it would be Professor Flitwick who was in pain now.

On the duel stage.

The three major schools of magic are as bright as a huge searchlight.

The photo shows Professor Flitwick dazzling in an elegant evening gown.

His thin figure was like a boulder in front of the waves of the sea, and his leisurely steps carried unparalleled confidence and the aura of a strong man.

The magic wand in his hand is like a conductor's baton, and millions of magics are just the scales on his score.

All tones must be at his will.

Professor Flitwick's eyes were astonishingly bright.

The former dueling genius seemed to be back.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Owen could even see the thunder of reality flashing in the professor's pupils.

Suddenly, he moved.

Facing the bright magic spell, he is like a warrior who is not afraid of the storm.

At that moment, the strong wind blowing from the gap fascinated Owen's eyes. In a trance, Professor Filius Flitwick in his eyes became extremely tall.

He remembered a poem, Destiny, whispering to the warrior: You cannot withstand the storm.

The warrior responded in a low voice: I am the storm! ! !

There was a sound like a round mirror breaking, and time suddenly flowed again.

At the critical moment, Professor Flitwick stretched out his wand lightly and drew a golden restriction with himself as the center.

"Every curse ends!!!"

The gleaming golden thread tightly strangled the sword and tamed the lightning.

And for the non-enchanted biting cabbage.

He raised his wand, and in the next second the blue armor turned from nothingness to solidity, and the magic transformed into a knight in armor.

The noble knight drew the sword from his waist. Swing hard.

The cute little thing was split in half with one sword strike!

Then it was time for the professor to fight back.

The purple carpet is dotted with stars, and it is witnessing a warrior who is constantly attacking.

The first important thing about wizard duels is to always face your enemy.

Advance, advance by any means necessary.

Wisdom is your wings, it can take you to fly higher!

Courage is the sharp sword you use to defeat the enemy. Only with the belief in victory can you be invincible.

This is the secret of wizard duel, never be afraid!

"Strength is relaxed."

"There are many obstacles."

"Flying sand and flying rocks."

"Collapsed."

"Everything is petrified."

Professor Flitwick, walking on a carpet dotted with stars.

High-frequency wave in the hand.

One by one, the magic spells came out.

He kept approaching, causing the blood vessels of the little wizards who stopped to watch around to swell!

At this moment - glory to Ravenclaw!

ah! Ravenclaw, the white moonlight in my heart.