Professor Flitwick looked at William with deep bewilderment, as if trying to see something in his face.

This soaring combat power is definitely not a normal situation.

The first element of combat is not to wander, which he taught William on the first day.

But Professor Flitwick had to wander for a moment to ease his horror.

Not to mention the first-year wizards, many students who are about to graduate will only stand in place, like baboons, waving their wands indiscriminately, and they don't understand the essence of wizard fighting.

For that kind of wizard, Professor Flitwick can solve a large problem with one trick.

William's fighting style, although limited by age and still very immature on the whole, is already considered an entry.

Professor Flitwick would have been distracted in training, but William would not, as numerous beatings reminded him that the end of a distraction would be tragic.

William's feet didn't stop, his wand spun, and eight panes of glass exploded like a snowball.

"10,000 bullets!"

The glass coalesced into countless spikes and shot out like bullets, quickly taking over most of the classroom.

Professor Flitwick was distracted, but he had a lot of combat experience, and after the first blow, his right wrist subconsciously trembled.

The classroom creaked without warning, and his wand slanted upwards like a deep-sea whale, slamming into the mass of glass in mid-air.

William secretly said that it was not good, and retreated with all his might, stepping on a series of messy small steps under his feet, and when he was about to retreat to the edge of the classroom, he finally stabilized his body and swallowed a mouthful of blood back to his stomach, but the wand in his hand did not tremble at all.

Professor Flitwick was not in a hurry to pursue, but remained unmoved.

This is the accident mentioned before, when Professor Flitwick wandered, his knee-jerk reaction was a powerful magic, and this rebound caused William to suffer a lot of damage.

After a few moments, Professor Flitwick excitedly asked, "Gave you a thirty-second break, are you still fighting?" ”

William held his wand in his right hand and nodded vigorously, this kind of training was what he needed.

He doesn't think that if you put a spell and I put a spell on Bo, you can practice what kind of combat master.

Seeing this, Professor Flitwick smiled appreciatively.

"William, your strength is beyond my imagination, then I won't treat you as a child."

William didn't answer, and once again sprinted, and the training achievements of a month were vividly displayed, but his curses were all broken by Professor Flitwick lightly.

Professor Flitwick seems intent on seeing how far he can go, defending completely and decisively decisively when his magic runs out.

This torment is like a wand on the head, but it does not allow the person under the wand to breathe.

But the unexpected happened.

This was not a classroom for fighting, and the load-bearing beams of the room, after carrying the impact of the spell several times, were hit by a magic arrow cast by Flitwick, which pierced half a meter and cut a crack two meters long.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the slight movement of the beam, and William knew that something was wrong, and forcibly suppressed the urge to fight back, and retreated again and again.

Professor Flitwick's second wave of arrows had already been fired like a salvo of arrows.

The wind suddenly rose, and countless arrows gathered in a certain direction together, forming a worship posture, as if all the magic power was being pulled.

Dumbledore floated out, indescribably ethereal.

He casually "grabbed" William's wand, and with a slight gesture after standing still, the cracks in the beams of the classroom immediately returned to their original state, and the damage around them was intact, as if there had never been a battle.

Dumbledore stood between William and Flitwick, his purple robes swollen and bulging like balls, and he was forced to receive the impact of countless magic arrows.

With the pair of dark boots and shoes as the center of the circle, a circle of ripples rippled, the dust rolled, and the beard floated, but the old man's burly figure did not move at all. Instead of decaying, the flow of magic in the robe was fed and swelled again.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry, I just went a little too far." Professor Flitwick hurriedly apologized.

Dumbledore smiled gently, his hands drooped, and his windless robes slowly quieted, and he returned his wand to William, standing quietly at his side.

"Filius, I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be here."

"Professor, what's wrong?"

"Well, a child died at Ravenclaw College."

Dumbledore grieved.

"What, how is that possible." Professor Flitwick's hands trembled, and his voice sharpened.

Dumbledore was quick to explain the situation, and he didn't shy away from William.

"Who did it?" For a moment, Professor Flitwick burst into tears.

"It's not clear yet," Dumbledore said. "You should go to Ravenclaw College now to maintain order."

"Okay." Professor Flitwick hurriedly walked out on his short legs.

But after running for less than two steps, he turned around again and said, "William, let's go, you can also go back to Ravenclaw College with me, it's too dangerous outside." ”

William and Dumbledore spoke at the same time.

"I still have something to talk to the principal."

"I have something to ask William."

Professor Flitwick left for no apparent reason, and Dumbledore, with his blue eyes, looked at William.

"William, you're skilled in defense against the dark arts."

"Of course, Professor, I've been training with Professor Flitwick for over a month." William said happily.

William raised his right hand and glanced at Professor Dumbledore's bronze ring on his index finger.

Dumbledore's hands trembled, and he quickly recognized the ring, and he thought about it slightly, and understood everything, and there was no need for William to repeat it.

To be honest, I've seen this kind of scene a lot of times, and the first few times I saw the headmaster's expression, William would still think it was funny, but now he will only feel terrible.

Dumbledore was terrible.

It was clear that Robert had just died, and Professor Tywin's body might not have been found at this point, but with William's words, he could quickly understand everything.

It was as if Dumbledore knew everything.

But he's in a loop, and he's just as unremembered.

William even felt that Dumbledore might have had a rough guess before Tywin's death, but he just let it go and waited for the final arrival.

Although it is effortless to talk to this kind of intelligent demon, you have to be cautious, the most terrifying thing about Dumbledore is definitely not combat strength, it is just the icing on the cake, his most powerful thing is his IQ.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and finally asked, "So what are you going to do next?" ”

William thought for a moment and said, "According to the plan, I need to go and study Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall in the afternoon, so ......"

"I'll tell Professor McGonagall." Professor Dumbledore nodded.

Dumbledore was going to the Ministry of Magic and couldn't stay at the school, and Professor McGonagall was going to manage the school temporarily, and without Dumbledore's message, she wouldn't have been able to teach William's Transfiguration at this particular time.

William turned and walked out of the classroom.

"William," Dumbledore's voice rang out, "I should have told you before, right?" ”

"Say it every time, for a greater purpose!"

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(The third is to ask for recommendation votes.) ）