I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 103 The baboon waving a magic wand

"Merlin's beard!"

"Is this—is this the strength of Professor Flitwick?"

"The dean is so handsome! Come on, dean!"

"Long live Ravenclaw! Long live Ravenclaw!!! L('w')┘三└('w')"

The colorful spells constantly stimulated the nerves of the little wizards present.

Especially the tsundere ones in the Eagle Academy.

Normally, they disdained communicating with low-intelligence people, and now they were shouting crazier than Gryffindor.

Without looking at the emblems on their bodies, those who didn't know thought they were Gryffindors!

Different from Owen's exaggerated ancient magic, the magic used by Professor Flitwick all comes from "Standard Spells". From him, you can instantly understand why those ancient magics that were once powerful are replaced by modern ones with lower lethality. replaced by the spell.

Because—convenience, compared with Owen's need for a long time to condense magic power, Flitwick's spell can be released almost easily.

He cast the spell too quickly.

Within five seconds, the professor threw more than a dozen spells in one go.Each spell cooperates with the previous one and the next one.

Those angles are tricky, and ordinary wizards can't stand them at all.

Compared with the crazy Ravenclaw, Owen is not very comfortable.

Although he is strong, he is not strong enough.

Faced with so many curses, he hadn't even thought about the solution to one before the next one came over.

Helpless, he could only hold on to the armor curse, hard top.

But this made him even more disadvantaged. In just the blink of an eye, a large hole was torn open in his armor spell.

Professor Flitwick raised his hand, and the tricky spell hit him right through the gap.

Wow!ow!

Tears (^).

Nima, is your spell a cruise missile?

Where to fight!

Huh ┭┮﹏┭┮!

Owen can now be sure that Professor Flitwick, like Snape, did it on purpose!

what assistant!

I just want to beat him!

After understanding this truth, taking advantage of Professor Flitwick's slight hesitation when he hit him.

Owen decisively slid to his knees, "I surrender! I lose! Don't hit the professor!"

Holding up the French military salute, he lowered his head and looked at the Ravenclaw dueling master with an aggrieved face.

Hey!

Shame?

He didn't feel anything anyway.

There's no shame in losing to your own teacher.

"Cough cough."

See it!Professor Flitwick put away his wand with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Somewhat overdone.

He had heard about Owen's strength for a long time.

Dumbledore had told him.

As for why a 12-year-old wizard masters so many dangerous ancient curses and even the Unforgivable Curse.

Whenever he asked this question, Dumbledore would look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his expression instantly becoming melancholy.

Like someone sprinkled salt in his wounds.

But anyway, Irving was his student, in some ways, his best student.

For his own students, the strike is so heavy.

The professor has a kind heart and is a little bit sorry.

Then—then he saw a certain smug look in Owen's pretendingly aggrieved eyes.

Look, the professors at Hogwarts are like this. Whenever I cry, they will relent.

wakaka!

Absolutely love this place.

Seeing Owen who was inexplicably excited, Professor Flitwick was out of breath, and immediately said in a low voice, "Go, fix that wall!"

"If you can't repair it, you are not allowed to eat!"

"That's great!" Owen, who received the amnesty, immediately walked off the duel stage and walked towards the rostrum.

This kid—all the professors were a little bit dumbfounded.

On the one hand, Owen is indeed a bad kind, but on the other hand, he is really bad and sincere.

Unlike Tom back then, he was good at disguising.

Owen will expose a part of his heart, perhaps, this is why Dumbledore still likes him even though he is obviously causing trouble everywhere.

"Okay." Professor Flitwick raised his wand, and a small firework shot from his wand into the sky, exploding with a "bang".

The sound brought the thoughts of the little wizards back to reality.

"You should have learned a lot just now. But I want to say that you will never learn to fight by watching others duel. Now, I will invite two little wizards to the stage."

"Roger Davis, Oliver Wood, you two come up."

Roger Davis, the new captain of Ravenclaw Quidditch, trained very hard. Although this year's Quidditch match was not held as usual, it can be seen that Professor Flitwick has expectations for him.

As for Wood, there is no need to say more.

Gryffindor's well-known wooden captain.The best Quidditch captain ever.

The two were surrounded by the crowd from their respective colleges, and the two of them were almost pushed onto the stage.

"Next, what we teach is a standard spell, the disarming spell."

"The two of you stayed away from each other, and then began to try to cast the disarming spell." Professor Flitwick said, pointing to the two big boys.

The two little wizards in grade six, of course, can disarm spells.

meeting!

But not many.

It can cast spells successfully, but don't expect much lethality.

This is certainly the reason why Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professors change every year, and the level of professors varies.

But in the final analysis, the little wizard is too lazy. In peaceful times, everyone's desire to learn those attacking magic is too low.

Wood and Roger Davis stood at opposite ends of the stage.

The two bowed to each other.

Then, at the behest of Professor Flitwick, the duel began.

Davis took the lead in the move, after all, he had been trained by Professor Flitwick, and he still had some strength (after the college war incident last semester).

I saw him waving his wand rapidly and widely. "Disarm you!"

A red curse pierced the air and flew past Wood's right shoulder.

And Wood also reacted from the momentary shock, and quickly raised his wand, and the same red curse flew out from the tip of his wand.

"Except your weapons!"

The red light hit Davis' lower abdomen, knocking him back several steps, but failed to disarm Davis.

Then the two started a slug-style fight.Red wands kept flying out from the two of them, and some even hit a certain little Slytherin wizard who was watching.

"enough!"

Seeing his own academy students being injured, Snape couldn't bear it.

He walked onto the duel stage gloomyly and spoke coldly.

As he said that, he quickly waved his wand to counteract the spell that was shot at him.

"It seems that you two's understanding of dueling is just to wave your wand stupidly, like a brainless troll."

"What are you doing? Baboons with wands?"

Snape mocked in various ways: "Are you brainless? Don't you know how to run and dodge?"

Want to go to Ravenclaw, but the official website is assigned to Gryffindor, okay~_~I want to declare that I am by no means a fool.