Chinese students at Hogwarts

Flitwick waved, and a photo frame on the desk flew over. He touched the photo and placed it on the coffee table between the two of them.

This is an old photo that looks quite old.

In the photo, Flitwick did not have a beard. He was short and smiling brightly. He was holding a trophy in his hand and waving it around.

Surrounded by flowers and ribbons, there is a line of small gilded words on it, "The new wizard duel champion - Filius Flitwick!"

Zhang Xiao instinctively felt that Professor Flitwick's story was related to his previous speech.

He sat up straight and made a gesture of listening carefully:

"I thought it would be a great story."

Professor Flitwick slapped his head and snapped his fingers. A bottle of red wine and a goblet flew out of the cupboard. After shaking the goblet, Professor Flitwick said leisurely in a recalling tone:

"Because of my size, my life was not very pleasant at the beginning. People's strange looks made me uncomfortable. In order to alleviate this depression, I decided to use my wisdom to let others know me again.

At this time, I was hooked on the spell. "

Zhang Xiao nodded. Students with special appearances always get more attention, which he can completely understand.

Flitwick gently took a sip of red wine:

"Magic is so magnificent. I have experienced unprecedented happiness from the spell. Focus and a little bit of talent have allowed me to go further and further on the path of magic.

Because my obsession with spells and expectations were recognized by everyone, I accepted Dumbledore's proposal and participated in the Wizarding Duel Competition.

Zhang, do you know how many magic spells I mastered while participating in the competition? "

Flitwick looked at Zhang Xiao and asked with a smile:

How many spells? Zhang Xiao thought about the number of "Standard Spells" and "Advanced Spells" and asked tentatively.

"I'm guessing there are more than 300?"

Flitwick was like a child showing off, holding out a finger with joy.

"1,000! I have mastered more than a thousand magic spells!"

Zhang Xiao took a deep breath, more than a thousand? So there are so many magic spells?

"Like Miss Penello, I sweated countless hours on this path, studying gestures, syllables, and every possible way to improve the spell.

Relying on these, I defeated one opponent after another and reached the finals. "

Flitwick was silent for a while, looking up and drinking all the wine, looking at himself in the picture frame, waving the trophy under the flowers and ribbons.

It seemed like we were at that exciting competition scene again. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators, all kinds of magic spells were flying in the air, and there were harsh "chichi" sounds.

Torn ground, amazing magic effects.

Flitwick's eyes became distant and deep. He looked up at the ceiling and tapped the armrest with his fingers.

“The night before the final, I was so nervous, I have never been so nervous in my entire life.

I was like crazy, reciting and reviewing all the magic spells I had learned. I didn't even sleep, just kept reviewing and reviewing.

Until the day of the competition, something happened that made me extremely desperate. "

Zhang Xiao's emotions rose as Professor Flitwick's narration, and he asked nervously:

"Professor, what happened?"

The strength of the magic red wine was quite high, and Professor Flitwick was already slightly tipsy. His eyes were filled with memories, but they were sparkling.

He said in a calm but emotional tone:

"I find that I have forgotten most of the spells I learned."

Zhang Xiao felt as if his breathing had stagnated for a short time, and then he let out a long breath. The shock in his heart was even stronger than the first time he heard Ron's 'wrong' spell.

Flitwick also fell into silence again. He poured himself another glass of wine and talked about the bizarre experience in his high-pitched voice:

"Yes, I forgot. Although I haven't forgotten all of them, I have forgotten at least half of them. Those are all magic spells that I have become very proficient in, but they seem to have never appeared. In any case, I can't remember what I improved. spells and spell-casting gestures.

I still remember that I was anxious and scared. I cried and found the spell book. I cried while reading it. The game was about to start, but I forgot the spell. Is there anything more sad than this?

But it was useless. No matter how I looked at it or memorized it, I couldn't remember it. That was until the referee of the competition let me enter.

I can’t even remember how I walked to the competition field. I thought, ‘It’s over. This is probably the most boring competition in the history of the Duel Competition, right? A duelist who forgot his magic spell? ha! ’

I just stood there, like a fool, not even knowing where to put my hands and feet, sadly imagining myself being defeated later without casting a single spell.

At this moment, the other side fired a spell at me."

Professor Flitwick's mood suddenly cheered up. He waved his cane and said happily:

"My body started to move on its own. I felt like I didn't do anything, but with a wave of the wand, the Iron Armor Curse came out on its own. The duelist on the opposite side was shocked!

Shooting spells at me crazily, I found myself using spells one after another, so naturally, as simple as breathing.

Before I knew what was going on, my opponent was lying on the ground, and I had already won the championship. "

Professor Flitwick's voice gradually lowered, and he gently touched himself in the photo frame with a cup. In the photo, Flitwick had gotten a bottle of champagne from nowhere, and was shaking it crazily, drinking it. There was wine sprayed down below.

"Here's to the champion!"

Old Flitwick and Photo Flitwick raised their glasses at the same time and downed them in one gulp.

Zhang Xiao walked slowly in the corridor of the school with a calm expression. Professor Flitwick's words still echoed in his mind:

"Later I figured out that it wasn't that I had forgotten, but that I was so proficient in those spells that they had become a part of me, integrated into my mind, my body, and my blood.

I no longer need those cumbersome spells and gestures. I just need my thoughts

Zhang, I never thought that you could vaguely touch this threshold at such a young age. Never, never has a little wizard been able to skip the theoretical stage and go straight to the essence.

I don’t know if this is good or bad for you. The reason I tell you this story is also to tell you, don’t doubt whether you are wrong. You are not wrong, you are just too far ahead.

So don’t doubt your children. Just like the beginning of magic is the release of the first magic spell in life through thoughts and feelings, then the destination of magic is still the heart, it just goes in a circle.

I suggest you still come to the meetings of the Charms Club. You don’t need to speak, just listen to how those little wizards are like newborn chicks, curiously exploring the boundless sky.

Maybe their theories are useless in your opinion, but this is the anchor point and mark they left on this path. These things will eventually allow them to reach a new peak.

I think watching their experiences can be beneficial to you too

Zhang. I hope you can go out of your own way and climb the highest mountain that no one has ever reached! "

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