Hogwarts Melting Ice Journey

After class on Thursday afternoon, Stephen explained to Rowan where they were going to go later, and then said goodbye to each other. He hurried to the door of Professor Flitwick's office and knocked.

"Please come in." Professor Flitwick glanced at the person who came in. "Oh, it's Stephen. I didn't expect you to come so fast. Sit down."

After speaking, Professor Flitwick waved his hand and conjured a chair. Stephen closed the door and sat on it.

"Professor, of course you have to take advantage of this opportunity, right?"

Professor Flitwick smiled at Stephen: "Of course. Before we start, I think I need to ask you a question. Stephen, what do you think the source of magic is?"

Stephen leaned his back on the chair and adjusted his sitting posture, hoping to have a comfortable posture that would make it easier for him to think.

To be precise, he really hasn't thought about these things. Stephen began to think about what he had seen in his mind, as well as his conjectures from his research a few days ago.

"At first, I thought I had no magic power. Jacob once said that it was my soul that told him the truth. After I came back from the dream, I felt that the physical isolation disappeared, and then a small-scale magic riot occurred. Is it possible? Because of......"

Stephen gradually came up with a guess. He sat back down and looked at Professor Flitwick.

Seeing that he had thought about it, Professor Flitwick waved his hand to signal Stephen to stop talking. He smiled: "Let me start by saying that some wizards believe that the source of magic is spirit or willpower, but we can often find that there are Many Muggles have willpower far beyond that of ordinary wizards, and there is no trace of magic in them."

Professor Flitwick paused and continued: "If it is spiritual power, I think there may not be much difference between ordinary wizards and ordinary Muggles. In addition to this point of view, some wizard scholars believe that the origin of magic is It may be the soul, but unfortunately, there is still no corresponding research in the magic world to prove these conjectures."

"So Stephen, after listening to this, will you change your mind?" Professor Flitwick smiled, his eyes meeting Stephen's.

"Professor, I think it's because of the soul, but I just have some thoughts and haven't found enough basis yet." Of course Stephen would not say that he inferred it based on some situations caused by his soul.

"Just like your brother Jacob." Professor Flitwick clapped his hands. "He is obsessed with the study of souls. I think he may even have successfully entered that field."

Stephen was a little stunned when he heard Professor Flitwick's words. He guessed how Jacob could see through him at a glance, "I think the soul will bring some traces of the magic that he was born with, but the original Stephen did not have it. But. How did he know that he could find me to complete his work..."

"Professor, can you tell me about my brother? About him at school." Stephen felt that he should get to know his cheap brother well.

"That's not the main topic today." Professor Flitwick waved his hand, "You only need to ask the senior students a little, and you will naturally find out. Come with me, we can't train here."

Professor Flitwick led Stephen down the corridor, as if going to the bottom of the school.

"Magic power determines the upper limit of a wizard, and as age increases, a wizard's magic power will become more and more powerful." Professor Flitwick explained as he walked, "Due to physical reasons, general strength will develop in a U-shape, but Wizards can change this trend by constantly honing their skills and accumulating combat experience."

"And this is what the Duel Club will train for." Professor Flitwick walked to the door of a room and opened the door with the key. The room was very empty, dark, and dusty.

Professor Flitwick frowned, took out his wand and waved it, quickly cleaning the room. Then he clicked with the wand, and a chandelier appeared on the ceiling of the room, completely illuminating the entire room.

"Stephen, today's training content is very simple." Professor Flitwick smiled at Stephen, "Hit me with a magic spell and you will pass."

Stephen walked into the room and took a look around. In addition to being larger than other classrooms, the room was still within the precise distance guaranteed by his spell. He nodded to Professor Flitwick and took his wand from his sleeve.

"I think I have to explain first that when I opened this room, the anti-disapparation spell in the room was lifted." Professor Flitwick twisted his body and appeared in the center of the room. "You can feel free to do so at any time when you are ready. let's start."

If you only focus on hitting, the offensive spells are not as effective as those tricky spells created by Jacob. Stephen looked at Professor Flitwick and felt that he should think of some small tactics.

"There are many obstacles." Stephen did not face Professor Flitwick, but pointed at the wall. Professor Flitwick stood there with a curious expression.

"Armor for protection." Stephen's spell casting action continued, "Clear water like a spring."

Unlike ordinary springs of clear water, what Stephen's wand sprays is not a stream of spring water, but a cloud of water mist.

Professor Flitwick nodded: "It's a great idea, but the water mist is too slow."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Flitwick. Get bigger quickly." Stephen turned the water mist into many large water droplets, and then the large water droplets grew bigger and bigger. Stephen clicked with his wand, and then the water droplets exploded, and it seemed like it was raining in the whole room.

"Interesting." Professor Flitwick clapped his hands and expressed encouragement. "I think I should make some additional explanations first. It seems that it is easy for you to just hit me."

He waved his wand to deflect the water droplets splashing in his direction, "I think it's not too late to tell now."

"Of course it's not too late, Professor." Stephen nodded and tapped himself with the wand, "Protect yourself from rain and moisture."

Then Stephen kept repeating the process just now, and Professor Flitwick easily fended it off. Seeing that the moisture in the room should be almost gone, Stephen waved his wand to make the water in the room evaporate quickly, and soon the whole room was filled with fog.

Stephen knew he needed to seize this opportunity. He ran towards the wall where Professor Flitwick had just been cast, and cast several spells on the place where Professor Flitwick had been. die."

Professor Flitwick patted Stephen from behind: "Your idea is very good, but when the fog blocks the enemy's line of sight, it will also block your own line of sight. While this approach creates opportunities, it also brings danger. "

Stephen turned his head and smiled at Professor Flitwick: "Professor, I used the Obstacle Curse and the Iron Armor Curse at the beginning. So that's why I ran to the wall."

"A great plan, but I guess I didn't touch it." Professor Flitwick apparated here, so of course he didn't touch it. The professor waved his wand and dispersed the fog.

"In other words, Professor, you have already touched it." Stephen pointed to his shoulder, where there were some water droplets blocked by the waterproof spell. "If these water droplets can still be regarded as my magic spell."

"Oh, I think this can be regarded as your supplementary explanation." Professor Flitwick laughed. "I think you passed the test. It took much less time than I expected, so let's get ready to start the next stage."