I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 101 Irving was seen through his pants

Of course Harry and Ron knew who Hermione was referring to.

But they don't know how to reply.It's hard to imagine that Irving wouldn't be involved here.

After all, everyone in Hogwarts knew that he was a person who liked to join in the fun.

"It's okay, don't worry, I won't participate. Do you understand privilege? Privilege!" As soon as Hermione finished speaking, the Hufflepuff trio arrived at the same time.

Owen held his head in his hands, and walked past her in a leisurely manner.

"Even if I participate, I will take care of you."

"It won't make you look ugly when you lose."

"I don't need you to be merciful!" The anger in the little witch's heart rose up in a flash.

Even her drowsy head became clear.

"Unfortunately, I really can't attend the little wizard's table this time." Owen said lightly: "Professor Flitwick invited me to be his teaching assistant."

"It's very busy!"

With that said, he walked into the auditorium without looking back.

Hermione, who was left behind, gritted her teeth, her eyes were burning with flames, this nasty guy.

I must work harder!

Tonight, sleep at 02:30!

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The morning passed quickly.

During breakfast time, Harry also specifically asked Owen for several tips on how to cast simple attack spells quickly to ensure that he would not overturn.

Although it is difficult for him to overturn with his current strength

The combat power of the trio in this time period has far surpassed their peers in the original book.

Especially under his dedicated training.

But Harry was still worried that he would lose face with Malfoy, and it was always good to be more prepared.

Just after lunch in the afternoon, the professors removed the long dining table representing the four colleges, and replaced it with a gilded stage along one wall, above which thousands of candles shone.

The ceiling was dyed dark purple, and a solemn and mysterious atmosphere spread in the auditorium.

A group of little wizards gathered around early, and they stood close together under the stage, their faces full of excitement.

Then----

"Oh my God!"

"It's Owen!"

"Why is he on stage?"

At this time, Owen, who was wearing a brown tie and a bright smile on his face, stepped onto the duel stage with the cheers of several Hufflepuff chatters.

Look - how enthusiastic my little friends are.

Owen's eyes passed over Hannah and the others, and then took in all the Hufflepuff wizards.

Hmmmm - even though most of them were beaten by him, the well-meaning Hufflepuff still gave him a huge round of applause.

The sparse applause continued.

Until another figure stepped onto the duel stage.

In an instant, Ravenclaw's voice resounded in the auditorium!

"Professor Flitwick beat him!"

I don't know who said it.

Owen immediately looked over - well, it was one of his students

Dirty——This student seems to have to strengthen his spell training.

"Professor Flitwick is handsome!"

"Down with Hufflepuff oppression, long live Ravenclaw!"

The messy slogans made Professor Flitwick, who was still happy, slowly turn cold.

"Alright, quiet little wizards!" he said in a low voice, holding up his wand.

He looked at the young wizards in his academy.

Hey - what a shame!

He also heard about Owen's extra-curricular cram school, and heard that many students in their college signed up, and then they were beaten badly!

Of course, he chose Owen as his dueling assistant, which was the only choice to get rid of selfishness.

There is absolutely no such thing as retaliation! ! !

The little wizards quickly fell silent.

"Okay, then we are officially in class now."

In a solemn and solemn atmosphere, Professor Flitwick said slowly: "Wizard duels are a long-standing historical tradition, which existed thousands of years ago. As we all know, the founder of Gryffindor College, Godric Mr Gryffindor is a master duelist."

As soon as Professor Flitwick finished speaking, cheers broke out in the Gryffindor gathering place.

"Ahem!" The professor stretched out his hand to suppress the tide in the crowd, and continued: "In modern times, various duel competitions have emerged in an endless stream, the most famous of which is the European Wizarding Duel Competition held every five years. "

"Oh! I know, Professor, you have won the championship before." Suddenly Penelope Clearwater, the Ravenclaw prefect, interjected loudly.

And this time it was the cheers of the Ravenclaws.

"Thank you! Penello, but we are more important to talk about dueling skills today than about my honor." Professor Flitwick's voice was neither humble nor overbearing.

"About the dueling competition and dueling history books, I think you can pay attention to the annual publications of the World Wizards Duel Conference when you have time in the future."

"However, dueling is a course that requires practice after all. Only when the wizard actually holds the wand can he experience the true difficulty of the duel, and books can only be used as a reference."

"Then first, I will have a duel demonstration with Mr. Sanchez."

Professor Flitwick's wand tapped Owen's figure.

Then, like a battle-hardened old gentleman, he bowed slightly to Owen.

And Owen also bent down in response.

"Ah—remove your weapon~"

"Armor protection!"

Owen and Professor Flitwick threw out the spell almost at the same time.

The red light hit the blue armor.

At the moment when the light was shining, Professor Flitwick made an instant move. From left to right, three curses attacked Owen almost simultaneously.

Against such multiple spells, it is unrealistic to use a single spell defense.

Because there will always be omissions.

So Owen's choice was to quickly wave his wand to transform the carpet under his feet into a wall.

"boom!"

The moment the stone wall cracked, the other professors immediately waved their wands to protect the little wizards.

Owen, on the other hand, continued to move forward, the tip of the wand exuded a long blue light, and a few stone chips were transformed into magical animals by him again.

Several acromantulas bared their teeth and claws and bit towards Professor Flitwick.

The 'clicking' sound of the big claws awakened the psychological shadows of countless little wizards.

"Curse stops." The Professor's wand is the bandleader of the Muggle world.

A little bit of golden light fell, and the giant spiders turned into rags again.

Then he manipulated the rags and grew huge.

"The force releases and relaxes, and the speed becomes bigger."

Several rags dangled in front of Owen's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

From time to time, some attack spells passed by.

"Fire is raging!" Facing the rag in front of him, Owen subconsciously used the fire spell.

The raging fire burned the rags clean.

"All petrochemical!"

But the flames also blinded his eyes, and a silent red spell, reflecting the firelight, hit him directly.

In an instant, Owen stiffened all over.

Then he fell straight down.

Counted!

He suddenly realized that Professor Flitwick was deliberately waiting for him to use the Fire Charm.

He predicted his own thoughts!