Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

"Harry Potter!" This was definitely the voice Harry didn't want to hear the most at this point in time. He rolled over and stood up from the grass, his face suddenly pale.

Harry hoped that he had heard it wrong. But unfortunately, Professor McGonagall ran over faster than he had just swooped down, and she appeared in front of Harry in almost an instant.

Harry didn't want to admit it, but his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"In all my years at Hogwarts, I have never -——"

Professor McGonagall was so surprised that she couldn't speak. Her glasses reflected an angry light.

""First it was Hector, then it's you. Why are you all so annoying to me?" Professor McGonagall said angrily.

Hector in the crowd shrank his neck and stared at his toes guiltily, without even the thought of quibbling.

"How dare you?! You'll break your neck!"

"It's not his fault, professor."

"Shut up, Miss Patil,"

"But Malfoy"

"And you, Mr. Weasley. Professor McGonagall interrupted the two little wizards twice, which was rare. The little lions of Gryffindor had never seen Professor McGonagall be so rude. She looked very angry.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the little lions and snakes on the lawn. Her sharp eyes made all the little wizards lower their heads in tacit understanding.

""All right, Potter, follow me."

Professor McGonagall didn't even look back at Harry. She strode towards the castle at a very fast speed. Harry had to jog to catch up. Speaking of Harry, he seemed to be scared silly. He never spoke to defend himself from beginning to end. He just followed Professor McGonagall mechanically.

The two of them quickly disappeared from the young wizard's sight.

Malfoy's face looked particularly ugly at this moment. He, together with Crabbe and Goyle, kept making faces at Hector and the others.

"Potter is going to be expelled," Malfoy taunted Hector,"You're next, Dumbledore."

(Hector: Me? Are you really talking about me?)

"You also know that I am Dumbledore," Hector said speechlessly, looking at Malfoy who was arrogant and seemed to have accomplished some great mission. Malfoy was stunned, and the smug look quickly faded from his face. Now he looked a little embarrassed.

"What are you so proud of? Dumbledore is old, how many more years can he be the headmaster? Malfoy muttered unconvincedly.

The first flying lesson ended like this. Hector looked at the still clear sky. The weather today was really good, very suitable for finding a quiet place to have a leisurely picnic.

""Would you like to sit by the Black Lake?" Hector invited Hermione. Hermione shook her head and tapped his head with her finger.

"I don't think it will work. Don't forget, you still have to go to Professor Flitwick for detention." Hermione looked at the position of the sun, which was now clearly leaning towards the heavy mountains in the west.

"It's getting late, and I can't sit here for long. I might as well go to the library and read a book to relax." Hermione stretched, waved to Hector, and ran away quickly.

"There is still some time."

Hector wanted to persuade him to stay, but Hermione ran away, leaving Hector and Ron alone.

He thought that only she could think of reading a book and taking a rest. Hector shook his head and suddenly found Ron standing beside him.

Ron shrugged.

"I don't mind."

Hector interrupted Ron directly.

"Let's go see Harry, Ron, I can do it alone," Hector said.

Ron thought about it and felt that it made sense. He still looked at Hector, and Hector quickly explained,

"Don't worry about me, I'll have a detention with Professor Flitwick later."

"Time is really running out."

Ron nodded, and his figure slipping away made Hector breathe a sigh of relief.

Today was really bad, but fortunately, it didn't get worse.

In the evening, in Professor Flitwick's office.

Hector tiptoed and opened the door of the office. The office was not far from the Gryffindor common room, both on the eighth floor of Hogwarts.

The office was very quiet. Just as Hector imagined, Professor Flitwick's room was filled with various types of books. In addition to the standard spell series, Hector saw advanced spell books such as runes, advanced spells, and ancient spell casting techniques. In addition, Hector also found several books about black magic that you can tell from the cover. Those books looked scary, and you could feel the gloomy breath overflowing from the pages from a long distance.

"Oh, Hector, you're here." Flitwick was sitting in a chair that was too big for him, marking papers for senior students.

"Sit anywhere, Hector. Wait a moment until I finish my work. Professor Flitwick still looked so amiable, which made Hector relax.

He looked around and found no other chairs, so he had to sit on the pile of books with apology.

After a while, Professor Flitwick came over. He was short, but looked very energetic. His face was full of excitement.

"So," Flitwick rubbed his hands and took the initiative to bring up the topic,"Have you had dinner, Hector?"

"Not yet, Professor." Hector answered truthfully, and Flitwick nodded and walked back to the table with strong steps. He took a silver tray from the table and tapped his wand twice. A plate of freshly baked croissants and a large bowl of vegetable soup appeared on the tray.

"Just eat something, Hector." Flitwick said with a smile on his face."It will be a bit tiring tonight, and it will be hard to endure if you don't eat."

Hector did not refuse. He grabbed the crispy baked croissant and swallowed it quickly with the vegetable soup at just the right temperature.

Flitwick stood by and looked at him with a smile, which made Hector a little restrained. He quickly filled his stomach and stood up.

""Is it done?"

Hector nodded.

Flitwick waved his wand and the silver tray flew back to the table. He turned around with a gentle smile on his face.

"Can I ask you a few questions?"Flitwick's tone was particularly gentle, and

Hector just nodded.

"Well then," Flitwick looked at Hector with anticipation in his eyes.

"Silent spells, did Albus teach you that?"

Hector shook his head, and Flitwick seemed even more excited.

"Do you know any other silent spells?"

Flitwick asked tentatively. In his eyes, it was quite unexpected that Hector could learn a silent spell. But, maybe there would be a surprise.

After all, his last name is Dumbledore, and Dumbledore is always good at giving people surprises.

This time, Hector not only nodded, he responded in a low voice,

"I will, professor."

"No, it doesn't matter.Wait, you can do it?" Flitwick was stunned for a moment, then almost jumped up. In addition to excitement, he was more surprised.

"Can you show it to me?"Flitwick suppressed his excitement and asked Hector carefully.

"No problem, Professor." Hector took out his wand and performed a silent armor spell.

""Oh, a very exquisite armor spell!" Flitwick exclaimed in amazement.

He thought it was over, but it was just the beginning.

Flitwick was surprised to see one after another exquisite silent spells gushing out from Hector's wand, first a bunch of dazzling beams of light, followed by clusters of blazing flames. A strong wind blew in the closed office without any warning, and then snowflakes began to fall from the ceiling.

Hector just pointed lightly, and the little man placed on the counter as a decoration began to dance happily. Suddenly, the little man's cheerful figure froze, Then it shattered with a bang. Not long after, the little man who had turned into powder instantly returned to his original appearance and began to dance the same cheerful dance as before.

Hector shook the wand again. This time, all kinds of small animals jumped out from the tip of the wand one after another like a magic trick. They walked around in Flitwick's office with curious eyes. Flitwick even heard the roar of a fire dragon coming from the wand, as if a fire-breathing giant beast with bared fangs and claws would rush out of the wand and land in this not-so-big office.

Flitwick was really shocked. He had never seen a first-year wizard cast so many difficult spells at once, and they were completed in a nearly standard silent spell form that most sixth-year students could not do.

It's just that Hector's spell-casting method is a bit too old-fashioned, and he blindly pursues the standards in the book, but these are all easy to solve.

Flitwick thought so in his heart, and didn't notice that Hector was already having fun. He looked at the ball of fire he created, and he had the idea of trying the spell that he never dared to try in front of old Dumbledore.

When Flitwick found that Hector began to wave his wand vigorously, he still had a glimmer of luck in his heart.

I hope it's not Albus's trick, Flitwick thought so.

Unfortunately, the opposite happened.

""Vulcan, make way!"

Hector shouted out a spell. The flame that was about to go out seemed to have received some kind of call, and it ignited again with a more ferocious momentum. Wisps of hot flames swam in the direction of Hector's waving wand, gradually forming a huge circle around Hector, and at the same time rushing outward with extremely fast and unstoppable momentum.

Hector's face was ferocious, and he realized the terrible consumption of this spell. The magic power in Hector's body was quickly drawn out by the wand and turned into a huge flame beside him.

Flitwick finally took out his wand at this time.

"All curses are over!"

The arrogant flames quickly dissipated as if they had encountered their natural enemy. Hector sat down on the ground, sweating all over his body and his face pale.

Flitwick fumbled around and took out a whole plate of chocolate from some pocket of his robe. He broke off a piece and handed it to Hector.

"Have a piece of chocolate. For a first-year wizard, your performance is beyond description."

Flitwick slowly recovered from his initial shock.

"Is this Dumbledore? He has such a terrifying talent."Flitwick stared at Hector,"I can't imagine what kind of realm Albus has reached."

Flitwick felt that there were too many things that surprised him today. He rubbed his swollen temples and looked at Hector, who had no other symptoms except for a little exhaustion.

"Did you learn all this by yourself?" Flitwick asked.

"My grandfather and Headmaster Dumbledore both taught me a little, but I figured out the silent spell myself."

Flitwick scratched his head. There were so many things that refreshed his cognition today. He thought about it for a while, then raised his head and looked at Hector.

"You have mastered many spells, and you have mastered many of them." He raised his wand and two chairs appeared in front of them."Even for an N.E.S.T.For a student of mine, you have learned enough."

Flitwick motioned Hector to sit down, and he looked into Hector's eyes.

"I'm not going to teach you any more spells, at least not now."

Hector's eyes darkened, and Flitwick saw it.

"You really should come to Ravenclaw, you are so outstanding, you can definitely learn more in Ravenclaw."

Flitwick sighed. He stood on tiptoe and patted Hector's shoulder with difficulty.

"However, this does not mean that you can't learn something from me."Flitwick is full of confidence in his spell level. When he mentions this, Flitwick always proudly puffs out his chest, like a big rooster.

"Hector, spells are not as simple as learning how to cast them. There is a lot more to learn.

Hector stood up, his eyes shining again. He wanted to stand up immediately, but when he saw Flitwick shaking his head, he had to sit down again.

"You need to rest, young man, don't be too impatient." Flitwick broke off another large piece of chocolate and handed it to Hector. He was very satisfied with Hector's eagerness to learn.

"If this were a class, I'd probably give you a hundred points." Flitwick shrugged, looking very sorry.

""It's a pity that this is detention. If I give you extra points, Siferris will be unhappy." Flitwick explained.

Hector didn't care about the points at all. He knew that no matter how many points were deducted, old Dumbledore would give them all back to Gryffindor in the end.

There was no expression on his face, which was a very disappointing expression in Flitwick's eyes. The old man was particularly concerned about Hector.

"Don't worry about the twenty points, Hector. Flitwick comforted Hector

"You will be able to make it back in class soon."

Flitwick winked at Hector, who was successfully amused by the naive old man in front of him. The previous restraint was gone, and both of them laughed very happily.

"Have you had a good rest?" After a while, Flitwick stopped smiling. When he saw Hector nod, he waved his wand and the pile of books flew to the corner. The crowded office suddenly became empty.

"let's start."