All things are three at Hogwarts

When night fell completely and darkness swallowed the earth, the members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team gathered up and ended their practice.

The team members walked and talked, comparing the performance of different broomsticks, and returned to the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle with ease and joy.

After saying goodbye to the team members, Allen returned to the dormitory to wash up quickly, and then went to Professor Flitwick's office refreshed.

As soon as he arrived at the professor's door, Allen raised his hand to knock on the door, but the door creaked and he opened his arms.

Professor Flitwick held his wand and looked at Allen kindly. On the table in front of him were two plates of exquisite pastries and a large pot of honey grapefruit tea. Even before Allen stepped into the office, he could already smell the fresh and sweet scent.

Entering the office, Allen found that there was an open space in front of Professor Flitwick's thirteen windows with excellent views. It was obviously a place for training Allen in duels.

"Come and sit down, Alan, before we start training formally, we can talk about dueling first. And you can also take a rest. I saw you guys came back from the Quidditch training field not long ago. You came here so quickly. , obviously you need to rest!" Professor Flitwick poured a large cup of honey grapefruit tea for Allen.

"Thank you, Professor!" After Allen thanked him, he picked up the tea cup and took a big sip. The sweet taste covered his entire mouth.

"For us wizards, dueling is not just a patent for knights and nobles, nor is it just a dangerous game to compete for love and defend honor. In the history of the development of the wizarding world, it is also a long-standing legal system and a far-reaching influence. Cultural fashion. This is a game that sounds like knights and is full of masculine atmosphere. In fact, the founder of Gryffindor is good at this." As soon as Allen sat down, Professor Flitwick said He couldn't wait to open the topic. In fact, he was almost sorted into Gryffindor when he was sorting.

I saw Professor Flitwick talking eloquently, with a blazing light in his eyes. It's like fans seeing a wonderful football game, children seeing sweet candies, and young men seeing the girl they like.

"Wizard duels are definitely more than just private fights. In the past, wizard duels could be regarded as a means of judging the truth from falsehoods. People thought that Merlin would ensure that the person who told the truth would win the duel." Flitwick The professor took a sip of tea and moistened his throat.

"Today, the International Magical Union holds an 'International Wizarding Duel Competition' every six years. Wizards from various countries will participate and strive for honor for their country. This is also a measure of the development of wizarding power in various countries. A display of the magical world." Allen listened very attentively, watching the professor's words and actions.

Professor Flitwick suddenly raised his voice, "And we have won the 'International Wizarding Duel Competition' three times in a row!" Professor Flitwick's expression was filled with pride.

"So when will the next International Wizarding Duel Competition be held?" Allen asked curiously.

"Six years later, this competition actually just ended during the summer vacation of your first grade. As a former champion, I am honored to witness the birth of the new champion, a master with both courage and wisdom-Kingsley Shaq You!" Professor Flitwick's tone was filled with admiration.

"It's him!" Allen suddenly realized that Kingsley is a wizard with outstanding abilities. During the "Moon Stone" operation, Allen has seen his extraordinary abilities. He is a stable, reliable and trustworthy wizard. . With such a proud honor, super strength, and extraordinary performance.

"You know him?" Professor Flitwick asked in surprise.

"Yes, my brother Albert Harris is also an Auror, so he had the honor to meet Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt." Allen simply explained the reason.

"Albert, I remember him. He was an outstanding student in Ravenclaw! He was extremely good at transfiguration, and Professor McGonagall liked him very much!" Professor Flitwick recalled Albert with a face filled with joy.

"Of course, compared to them, Alan, your potential is more outstanding, but because of this, you must seize the time to prepare in the past few years." Professor Flitwick was very proud. He firmly believed that Alan Ren was also the most gifted student Ravenclaw had ever produced.

"Okay, we've almost rested. Why don't we get moving and conduct actual combat training." Professor Flitwick stood up.

Alan also stood up respectfully and moved to the open space under the window with Professor Flitwick.

"You and Leonard's student are the same age. We are just competing for each other. We shouldn't use powerful magic in the duel. So there is a magic spell that is extremely useful in this situation. It is -" Foli Before Professor Wei finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the door opened. A junior Ravenclaw freshman ran in with a panicked look on his face, "Professor, Roger and Marcus Flint of Slytherin got into a fight. . The Ravenclaw and Slytherin Quidditch players all look very angry, and if they are not stopped, the consequences will be unpredictable!"

"Thank you, Joseph, we'll go take a look right now." Professor Flitwick stood up immediately. Allen also immediately stood up from his seat and followed.

The thin, brown-haired Joseph led the way and soon arrived at the entrance hall on the first floor.

I saw a lot of little wizards pointing on the stairs and in the corridor on the second floor. There were also many Slytherin and Ravenclaw students with their wands drawn, ready to fight if they disagreed.

Suddenly a loud "Petrified everything" came, a bright light flashed, and Ravenclaw's chaser Bradley was hit by Marcus's curse.

The extremely angry Ravenclaws immediately fought back, and spells of various colors intertwined in the air. It was so lively!

"Stop it all!" Professor Flitwick's shrill voice was drowned in the din and shouts. The scene became increasingly chaotic. Even the first-year students who didn't know how to cast spells resorted to Muggle fighting methods. They struggled together.

Behind Professor Flitwick, Allen secretly took out his wand and pointed it at Marcus Flint, who was dancing the Slytherin wand the fastest and most unscrupulously. "Strange!"

Marcus was hit by the curse and fell to the ground. Penello of Ravenclaw reacted quickly and added several curses. Marcus' head grew dense red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Big bag.

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