That night, Scott came to Professor Flitwick's office and told him about Snape's reminder of himself.

Professor Flitwick listened to Scott's description and said with some surprise: "It seems that Severus has detected some hidden movements......"

He looked up at Scott and frowned.

"Now it seems that you were angered by some people after Miss Travers's accident."

Scott thought so, too.

Although he didn't know for the time being, how the Travers family, who were no longer there, would take revenge on him.

Could it be that Mr. Travers in Azkaban could have escaped from prison like Sirius?

Or a relative of the Travers family?

He decided to go back and ask Eddy to check out who the Travers family's close in-laws were.

"But don't worry, Scott." Professor Flitwick said to him in a reassuring tone, "Now that you are at Hogwarts, you are perfectly safe. ”

"I understand, Professor." Scott nodded.

"I want you to be careful, and don't leave school for Hogsmeade, even on weekends." Professor Flitwick reassured him with some trepidation.

Scott nodded again.

He wasn't too interested in playing in Hogsmeade either, as he had been there too many times since his third year.

"That's fine!"

Professor Flitwick said with satisfaction.

"Your parents have gone abroad, and I will personally send you out of England after the summer holidays, no matter who plans to target you, it will not affect you!"

Scott was stunned and hurriedly thanked Professor Flitwick.

"So, let's start today's lesson."

Professor Flitwick jumped off his chair, pulled out his wand and waved it.

"We need this ...... today"

The wall on one side of the office suddenly cracked, revealing the hidden room behind the wall.

It was an empty room, with only a few humanoid targets standing up, apparently a spell practice room.

"Come on, come in."

Professor Flitwick motioned for Scott to follow, and the two entered the practice room, where Professor Flitwick waved his wand to close the cracked wall.

"Ahem."

He cleared his throat.

"I've taught you the basics of combo casting before, and now let's start with the simplest combo casting."

He said as he paced.

"You should be well aware that the use of spells is not just a matter of reading written instructions, but requires a lot of practice."

Scott nodded in agreement.

"Then let's get started!"

Professor Flitwick rolled up his sleeve and raised his wand.

"Which spell to start with?"

He thought about it.

"It's like this, Engorgio—"

The wand in his hand sliced in a zigzag arc through the air.

"Colovaria!"

His wand shook twice with great speed, and two different colored spells flew out of the tip of the wand with a difference of a fraction of a centimeter, hitting a humanoid target almost simultaneously.

Then, the humanoid target instantly swelled, and at the same time, it changed from the original wood color to blue.

"That's the easiest." Professor Flitwick told Scott, "My Expansion Charm and Color Changing Charm changed the color and volume of the target almost simultaneously. ”

Scott nodded his head to show understanding.

Professor Flitwick motioned for him to step forward, "Now you can try." ”

Scott pulled out his wand and stepped forward.

"Grow big quickly - change color!"

He waved his wand, but nothing happened.

The successive color-changing spells even affected his expansion charm, causing the two spells to burn together.

"Oh! That's how it started at first! Professor Flitwick encouraged him, "Again, pay attention to what I said, the point of combo casting!" ”

"Grow big quickly - change color!"

Scott tried again, and this time a spell flew out of his wand that changed the shape of the target.

"If there is progress, come again!"

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands.

Scott waved his wand again.

An hour passed, and Scott stood a little out of breath.

His combo spellcasting practice was still unsuccessful.

"That's all for today, you're running out of stamina."

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands again.

"Don't be discouraged, I didn't learn so quickly when I was practicing, I hope you practice diligently in private."

Scott agreed, thanked Professor Flitwick and left his office.

The curfew was approaching, and the corridors of the castle were empty.

Scott went down the stairs a little tired, and went straight to the elevated stone bridge over the cliff.

The howling cold wind blew, and he took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on, tightening the scarf and cloak on his body.

When he reached the other end of the stone bridge, he heard the sound of passionate music.

Scott leaned against the railing and closed his eyes, his thoughts flying to the music again, as if drifting with the wind.

The world took on a different meaning in his senses, and he seemed to be one with the heaven and the earth here.

He just stood quietly and listened to the whole piece.

When the song ended, he opened his eyes.

Sure enough, the feeling of more active magic and easy control is here again.

If this feeling can still be said to be an illusion, he can be sure that the range he can perceive with his magic has spread a little bit.

"Thank you, Miss Slytherin."

Scott's voice was blown away by the wind, and he turned around and walked straight back.

It's kind of bad.

He thought.

The music is really exciting.

He even felt that this kind of music could already be counted as some kind of magic.

And......

As Milton had once experienced, this was supposed to be the bait that Medea had dropped.

The problem is that Scott just wants to eat the bait, but he doesn't want to bite the hook.

…… I don't know if it will anger the lady in the end.

Scott came to a sudden stop as he reached the middle of the elevated stone bridge.

His face turned a little ugly.

In his perception, two people at each end of the stone bridge stepped on the bridge deck at this moment.

It was Strierna and his three companions.

That guy really won't give up.

Scott thought helplessly.

He looked up and whistled, and a small black shadow swooped down from the sky and landed on his shoulder.

"You didn't even notice that the enemy surrounded me, so what do you want."

Scott flicked Rimbaud's head in annoyance.

"I'm sorry...... Quack ......"

Rimbaud twisted his neck and hid his head under his wings.

"Forget it."

Scott reached out from the shape-shifting lizard pocket around his waist and kept pulling out large and small stones and pieces of wood and scattering them in front of and behind him.

"It's not a bad idea to experiment with positional warfare."

Then, he raised his hand and raised his wand.

"Avis."

A large flock of ravens, smaller than Rimbaud, flew out of his wand and flew into the sky.

"I'll leave them to you, Rimbaud."

Scott shrugged his shoulders.

"Quack! Rattle! ”

Rimbaud immediately raised his head in anger and flew into the sky with a call.

Scott immediately moved, the light of the Transfiguration Charm flickering continuously, and the stones and blocks of wood in front of him and behind him moved.

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