I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 102 Professor Flitwick, the Warrior of Ravenclaw

High-end masters can often pull their opponents into their own rhythm or even traps.

Obviously, Professor Flitwick is a master in this area, worthy of the title of dueling master.

It's like you're racing trigonometry against a high school math teacher who's been teaching his whole life.

Professor Flitwick is even better than Dumbledore when it comes to regular spells.

"How does it feel!" With a flick of the professor's wand, Owen's petrification effect was lifted.

"Feeling?" Owen exhaled a little while holding the wand, and then said unconvinced: "Professor, I'm going to cast a little illegal spell."

"Oh!" Professor Flitwick's eyes were steady, and he looked Owen up and down with a pair of hawk-like eyes, "Okay."

He wanted to see where Irving's limits were.

"Ultimate Protection!"

"Ultimate guard!"

"Ultimate armor protection!"

Owen raised his wand and tapped his robe.

This is an attachable spell he developed using the characteristics of ancient magic. It can adhere to the surface of objects and resist some spell damage.

The duration is very short, and it cannot be defended against. Powerful black magic such as Fiendfyre and Death Curse are a bit tasteless to him, but they are very suitable for duels.

Because the use of death curses and black magic is not allowed in wizard duels.

"Let's go! Professor."

A certain little blackhead reminded very politely.

Then the wand was aimed at the palm of his right hand, and in an instant, purple light rioted, and the powerful magic power turned into shining light, which emerged at the tip of his wand.

He took a small step back, flung his right arm away, and pushed his wand out like a bowling ball.

In an instant, the purple light was like a twisting dragon, carrying an aura of destruction and rushing toward Professor Flitwick crazily.

That's ancient magic.

And the destructive magic contained in it made this well-informed magic professor a little frightened. However, as a former duel champion, when faced with this unknown magic, he instinctively did not take action to protect himself, but Take advantage of your body and dodge sideways.

"boom!"

A huge explosion followed.

It is the wall behind the rostrum of the auditorium.

The entire wall was blown to pieces by Owen's magic.

A huge gap appeared, and the wind from the mountains poured in unscrupulously.

Then—the corner of Owen's mouth curled into a smile.

Open your hands naturally.

The flying fragments trembled slightly one by one, and turned into tiny sharp swords in the blink of an eye.

Then he jerked his wand downward.

Countless sharp swords were like shooting stars across the sky, shooting towards Professor Flitwick crazily.

"It's up to you!" After saying that, Owen flung open his cloak again.

In the pocket of the jacket, cabbages grow from small to large - throwing skills - green bowling balls with moving teeth.

This is not over yet.

After throwing four or five biting kale, he jerked his wand up again, "Lightning storm!!!"

A cloud of mist quickly gathered over the auditorium.

The white thunder is like dancing sparks. They dance and entangle with each other, and then converge and condense into a thick lightning. With a "click", it descends from the sky and surges towards Professor Flitwick.

Knock~

The old man's [-]-character spellcasting will not make you feel ashamed if you don't believe it.

Three attacks, spells, transformations, magical plants.

The three major genres are shining brightly in Owen's hands.

If it wasn't for him being in the second grade, Fantastic Beasts would definitely be indispensable.At that time, the four major sects will sweep the eight wastelands.Who else can defeat him!

It's a pity - when will my Sherlock, who can only eat and drink, grow up.

"Roar!" A trace of excitement flashed in Professor Flitwick's eyes.

Since coming to Hogwarts to teach.

For many years, his blood had never boiled again.

Sometimes he misses the time when he became famous in Europe when he was young. Although it was hard work, people came to challenge him every day.

But the joy of beating others is hard for ordinary people to feel.

Don't be fooled by Professor Flitwick's small stature and graceful figure.

When he was sorted back then, he almost got into Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall is the same, she almost entered Ravenclaw back then.

Many years later, when faced with the naughty little wizards of the Lion Academy, Professor McGonagall would joke with Professor Flitwick that if they entered each other's academy respectively, it would be Professor Flitwick who was in pain now.

On the duel stage.

The three major schools of magic are as bright as a huge searchlight.

Professor Flitwick, who was dressed in an elegant evening dress, was shining brightly.

His thin and small figure was like a boulder in front of the waves of the sea, and his leisurely steps carried unparalleled confidence and the aura of a strong man.

The magic wand in his hand is like a conductor's baton, and the magic is just the scale on his score.

All tones must be at his will.

Professor Flitwick's eyes were astonishingly bright.

The former dueling genius seemed to be back.

Time seems to stop at this moment.

Owen could even see the thunder of reality flickering in the professor's pupils.

Suddenly, he moved.

Facing the bright spell, like a warrior who is not afraid of the storm.

At that moment, the gust of wind blowing from the gap captivated Owen's eyes, and in a trance, Professor Filius Flitwick in his eyes became extremely tall.

He remembered a poem, Destiny, whispering to the warrior: You cannot withstand the storm.

The warrior responded in a low voice: I am the storm! ! !

There was a sound like a broken round mirror, and time suddenly flowed again.

At the critical moment, Professor Flitwick stretched out his wand lightly, centered on himself, and drew a golden prohibition.

"Every curse ends!!!"

The radiant gold thread choked the sword and tamed the lightning.

And for the non-spell-biting cabbage.

He raised his wand, and in the next second, the blue armor turned from nothingness to solidification, and the magic turned into a knight in armor.

The noble knight drew out the long sword at his waist.Swipe hard.

One sword split the cute little thing in half!

Then it was time for the professor's counterattack.

The purple carpet is dotted with stars, and it is witnessing a warrior who is constantly attacking.

The first essential of wizard duel, always face your enemy squarely.

Advance, advance by any means necessary.

Wisdom is your wings, it can take you to fly higher!

Courage is your sword to defeat the enemy. Only with the belief of victory in your heart can you be invincible.

This is the mystery of wizard duel, never be afraid!

"Let's relax."

"There are many obstacles."

"Flying sand and rolling stones."

"Passed out."

"It's all petrified."

Professor Flitwick, walking on a carpet dotted with stars.

High-frequency waving in the hand.

One by one, the spells came out.

As he kept approaching, the blood of the little wizards who stopped to watch around him swelled!

At this moment - glory to Ravenclaw!

ah!Ravenclaw, the white moonlight in my heart.