I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Merlin's beard!"

"Is this—is this Professor Flitwick's strength?"

"The dean is so handsome! Come on, dean!"

"Long live Ravenclaw! Long live Ravenclaw!!! L('ω')┘三└('ω')"

Colorful magic spells constantly stimulated the nerves of the little wizards present.

Especially the tsunderes of Yingyuan.

Normally, they disdained communicating with low-intelligence people, and now they were shouting crazier than Gryffindor.

Without looking at the house emblems on their bodies, someone who didn’t know better would have thought they were Gryffindors!

Different from Owen's exaggerated ancient magic, the magic used by Professor Flitwick all comes from "Standard Charms". From him, you can instantly understand why those ancient magics that were once powerful have been replaced by modern less lethal ones. replaced by a curse.

Because - it's convenient. Compared to Owen, who needs a long time to gather his magic power, Flitwick's spell can be released almost casually.

He cast the spell too quickly.

Within five seconds, the professor threw out more than a dozen magic spells in one breath. Each spell works in conjunction with the previous one and the next one.

Ordinary wizards can't resist those with tricky angles.

Compared to the crazy Ravenclaw, Owen didn't feel comfortable.

Although he is strong, he is not strong enough.

Faced with so many curses, he hadn't even thought about the solution to one before the next one came over.

Helpless, he could only hold on to the armor spell and hold on hard.

But this made him even more disadvantaged. In just the blink of an eye, a large hole was torn open in his armor spell.

Professor Flitwick raised his hand, and the tricky curse hit him through the gap.

Wow! It hurts!

Tears (^).

Damn it, is your curse a cruise missile?

Hit wherever you point!

Woohoo┭┮﹏┭┮!

Owen is now very sure that Professor Flitwick did it on purpose just like Snape!

What an assistant!

I just want to beat him!

After understanding this truth, he took advantage of Professor Flitwick's slight hesitation when he hit him.

Owen decisively slid to his knees, "I surrender! I lose! Stop hitting the professor!"

Holding the French military salute high, he lowered his head and looked at the Ravenclaw duel master with an aggrieved expression.

Why!

Is it embarrassing?

He didn't feel much anyway.

There is nothing shameful about losing to your own teacher.

"Ahem."

See it! Professor Flitwick put away his wand with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

A little too much.

He has long heard about Owen's strength.

Dumbledore had told him.

As for why a twelve-year-old wizard masters so many dangerous ancient curses and even the Unforgivable Curse.

Whenever he asked this question, Dumbledore would look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his expression instantly becoming melancholy.

It was like someone rubbed salt into his wounds.

But no matter what, Owen was his student, and from a certain perspective, his best student.

He is so harsh on his own students.

The professor had a kind heart and felt a little sorry.

Then - then he saw a certain look of triumph flashing through Owen's pretending to be aggrieved.

Look, the professors at Hogwarts are like this. Whenever I cry, they will relent.

wakaka!

Love this place so much.

Seeing Owen, who was inexplicably in high spirits, Professor Flitwick was furious, and then said sternly in a low voice, "Go and fix that wall!"

"If you can't repair it, you won't be allowed to eat!"

"Good job!" Owen, who received the pardon, immediately walked off the duel stage and walked towards the podium.

This child - all the professors were dumbfounded.

On the one hand, Owen is indeed a bad person, but on the other hand, he is so sincerely bad.

Unlike Tom back then, who was good at pretending.

Owen will expose a part of his heart completely. Perhaps this is why Dumbledore still likes him even though he is causing trouble everywhere.

"Okay." Professor Flitwick raised his wand, and a small firework shot from his wand into the sky with a "bang" explosion.

The sound brought the young wizards' thoughts back to reality.

"You should have learned a lot just now. But I have to say that you will never learn to fight by watching others duel. Now, I will invite two young wizards to the stage."

"Roger Davis, Oliver Wood, you two come up."

Roger Davis, the new captain of Ravenclaw Quidditch, trains very hard. Although this year's Quidditch match was not held as usual, it can be seen that Professor Flitwick has expectations for him.

As for Wood, there is no need to say more.

The famous wooden captain of Gryffindor. The best Quidditch captain ever.

Surrounded by the crowd from their respective houses, the two of them were practically pushed onto the stage.

"Next, the content of our lesson is a standard spell, the disarming spell."

"You two moved away from each other, and then began to try to cast the disarming spell." Professor Flitwick pointed at the two older boys and said.

Of course the two sixth grade wizards know how to disarm the spell.

meeting!

But not many do.

The spell can be cast successfully, but don't expect much damage.

This is certainly the reason why the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts change every year and the level of professors varies.

But in the final analysis, the young wizard is too lazy. In peaceful times, everyone's desire to learn offensive magic is too low.

Wood and Roger Davis stood at opposite ends of the stage.

The two men bowed towards each other.

Then under the instruction of Professor Flitwick, the duel began.

Davis was the first to make the move. After all, he had been trained by Professor Flitwick, and (after the Academy War incident last semester) he still had some strength.

I saw him waving his wand rapidly and widely. "Expelliarmus!"

A red curse cut through the air and flew past Wood's right shoulder.

Wood also reacted from the momentary shock and quickly raised his wand, and the same red curse flew out from the tip of his wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

The red light hit Davis in the lower abdomen, knocking him back several steps, but it failed to disarm Davis.

Then the two started a slug-style battle. Red wands kept flying out from the two of them, and some even hit a certain little Slytherin wizard who was watching.

"enough!"

Seeing the injured students of his own college, Snape could not bear it.

He walked onto the duel stage gloomily and spoke coldly.

As he spoke, he quickly waved his wand to cancel out a spell directed at him.

"It seems that your two understanding of dueling is nothing more than waving your wand stupidly, like a brainless troll."

"What are you there? A baboon with a wand?"

Snape mocked in various ways: "Are you brainless? Don't you know how to run and dodge?"

I wanted to go to Ravenclaw, but I was assigned to Gryffindor on the official website. Well~_~ I want to declare that I am by no means a reckless person.