"Dumbledore, why is he?" Harry was a little surprised, "Hogwarts has more books than that, right?" ”

Fremont's face seemed to be smeared with soot: "Oh, yes. ”

"The Potters aren't as good as Hogwarts."

"But my dear grandson, every family has its own secrets."

Harry nodded, "Like the Cloak of Invisibility?" ”

Fremont was a little surprised: "Yes, for example, the Cloak of Invisibility. ”

"It's special?" Harry asked.

Fremont is proud: "Of course, it's a one-of-a-kind piece. ”

"I know you're curious, but I'd rather you find out little by little - Jaime had a funny look on his face when he found out about it himself."

"It's a pity he can't see my expression." Harry tugged at the corners of the room.

In the perception of the witcher.

It's so clean.

I can't feel the traces of anyone's habitation, even if I can leave a footprint on him.

Fremont was silent for a long time before he spoke slowly, "Alright, my good boy, go and see what the Potter family has left you, it's something more precious than the riches in Gringotts." ”

As he spoke, he paused: "Will you come back to live in the future?" Or do you have a new home? ”

"Mom left me a spell, and I stayed at Aunt Penny's house for a month every year until I became an adult." Harry nodded, "It's only going to be for a month." ”

Fremont grinned and laughed, "That's great." ”

"I'm going to call Euphemia in the evening, and her portrait isn't here."

Grandma?

Harry managed to squeeze out a smile and walked into the room, Flitwick didn't follow him, staying to chat with Fremont, who was also an old acquaintance.

The Potter family had a richer collection of books than Harry had thought.

There was a whole room, at least a thousand copies—like the Potion of Potion that Harry had to steal from the Forbidden Section, and there was a copy there.

Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions are the most numerous types.

He picked two books out.

A copy of "Potions of Power", a copy of "White Magic: Keeping Your Faith", some of which he had read at Hogwarts, and some of which he felt were too advanced for him to read.

Wait for Harry to come out of the library.

He met his grandmother, a woman named Euphemia, who was a kind and kind old man, unlike Fremont, who had been painted in her old age.

They talked a lot to Potter.

Jaime brings Lily home for the first time, Jaime's life at school, and his own infancy, though by then, they have become portraits.

It wasn't until late at night that Harry reluctantly left.

"How does it feel?" Flitwick patted Harry's thigh and asked softly.

Harry whispered, "It feels like they're hiding something." ”

"Huh?" Flitwick paused.

Harry continued, "They're hiding the existence of one or two, friends of my father? ”

Flitwick's face turned unnatural.

"Sure enough, you know." Harry turned his head to look at Flitwick.

Flitwick scratched his head, "You shouldn't have been so sharp, Harry, and you shouldn't have known about it, at least not yet." ”

"Okay." Harry nodded.

"We'll ......tell you when you're older, or when there's a result," Flitwick paused, stunned for a moment, before he understood what Harry meant, "Huh? That's what you said yes? ”

Harry shook his head, "Guess what, one or two, my father's former best friend, betrayed him?" ”

Flitwick looked at Harry, and then stopped.

"He's still alive, isn't he?" Harry took two steps forward and looked up at the moon, "Is he strong?" ”

Flitwick pursed his lips and nodded, "He's a very powerful wizard, the kind that can go back and forth with Snape." ”

"But he's not in good shape, and you're waiting for him to die." Harry clenched his fists, but his tone remained soft, "I wish he had lived a few more years." ”

Flitwick was stunned.

"Live until I can beat Professor Snape." Harry said slowly, "I'll heal his wounds, or illnesses." ”

"Put on the best robes for him."

"Give him the most dignified way to die."

Flitwick walked over, jumped up and patted Harry on the shoulder: "Harry, for the next month and a half, I will teach you to duel." ”

"Dumbledore begged me, but he didn't expect that, before he asked me, I thought so."

"Thank you, Professor." Harry still looked up.

The Witchers are a bunch of emotionless monsters.

But why did he suddenly remember the parents he had seen in Willen and Novigre who had been killed by monsters?

Clearly...

After his mutation, his eyesight is extremely sharp, and he can see everything clearly in the dark, but now, he can't even see the moon clearly.

Clearly...

I would never get tired for a day and a night, but now I felt that the road back to Professor Flitwick's house was so long and endless.

Harry eventually returned to Flitwick's house.

After taking a shower, holding a powerful potion, and turning a few pages in a mess, he couldn't read it, he didn't want to sleep, and he talked to Hermione all night with the owl.

Wait for the next day.

Harry had run two laps in Godric's Hollow and had returned home to make breakfast before Flitvier came down the stairs sleepy-eyed.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I thought little wizards would wake up late." Asked a twelve-year-old boy to cook for himself, the hundred-year-old professor's face couldn't help but redden, "I've worked hard for you today." ”

"No, Professor, that's what I'm supposed to do." Harry shook his head, his tone sincere.

Wait until you finish eating.

Flitwick took Harry out of Godric's Hollow: "What I'm going to teach you is not a spell, it's a duel. ”

"You may not know it, but I ...... when I was younger"

"It's the champion of the dueling tournament." Harry interrupted, "I know, Professor, you've said this no less than five times in class. ”

Flitwick cleared his throat and hid his embarrassment: "I'm very experienced in duels, Harry, I know you're very good, you can kill a troll in your first year." ”

"Dueling with people is not that simple."

"It's useless to say, there is no theory in the duel, only practice, let's have a fight, let me see your level."

Harry looked at his right hand, "But Professor, you know, I'm good with a sword. ”

With a wave of his wand, Flitwick turned a stone into a sword about the length of the Gryffindor sword, floating into Harry's hand, "Don't worry, I won't break its spell in a duel. ”

Harry clenched his sword and nodded to Flitwick, "Professor, I'm here." ”

He waved his wand.

The rubble on the ground twisted into a pile of strangely shaped reptiles, clattering and crawling towards Flitwick.

"Transfiguration, worthy of Minerva's favorite student." Flitwick waved his wand, and without chanting the incantation, the pebbles floated, "This may be useful for ordinary wizards, but for powerful wizards, it doesn't have the slightest distraction effect." ”

"Even..."

"It will become someone else's weapon."

"It's like this."

He flicked his wand, and the pebbles cracked through the air and slammed them at Harry—

Harry lunged forward, of course he expected that, so... French seal drive.

Alder!

The telekinesis swept away, and the small stones bounced back towards Flitwick at a faster rate.

"Is that group repelling the spell?" Flitwick was a little surprised, "To this extent?" It's amazing. ”

He waved his wand again.

Bang –

The stones exploded in the air, shattering and flying.

"Professor, now it's my specialty." Harry approached, swung his sword in his hand, and slashed at Flitwick, without sparing any mercy.

"No, not yet." Flitwick didn't move.

A huge force grabbed Harry on the back and pulled him hard, sending him flying upside down.

It's a big hand.

The tiny dust, forming a huge hand, grabbed Harry by the collar and restrained him.

Harry waved his wand, and blue flames poured out, not towards Flitwick, but at the giant hand.

"It's all petrified!"

Flitwick waved his wand and uttered the first audible incantation.

The magic shot towards Harry.

Quinn!

Harry raised his hand, and the golden shield enveloped his body—although in the next second, it shattered under the powerful impact, but it blocked the spell that ended the battle.

"A spell like an Iron Armor Charm?" Flitwick was a little surprised, "Another surprise, but if that's it, it's not enough. ”

The blue flames burned, and the giant hand turned into dust and fell again.

"A very keen sense of battle." Flitwick continued, "Use your magic to dismantle my magic? ”

Harry sighed.

Wizards are such a tough bunch!

He raised his hand again.

Igna!

The fiery serpent spat out, tumbling and rolling, and the diminutive professor immediately summoned a cloud of water, and the two collided, and the steam rose.

Harry took the opportunity to take another step and slash away with a sword.

Whew-

The sword struck something, but it was definitely not human.

"Your idea is too obvious." Flitwick's voice came from the clouds.

A fresh breeze blows and blows away the moisture.

The sword struck a stone.

Flitwick flicked his wand again, and the stone shrank rapidly to the ground, "The battle is over, Harry. ”

On the ground, it was muddy.

Harry was already half down and inside, Flitwick's wand aimed at him.

"Professor, you're much stronger than I thought." Harry shook his head and sighed.

Flitwick waved his wand, hoisted Harry up, restored him to the ground, and lowered him again: "No, Harry, you're already strong. ”

"The average fifth-grader is not your opponent, even some sixth-graders, they will have a headache against you, but you are only twelve years old."

"If you're seventeen, even at your current level, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to cope."

His body was Harry's greatest weakness.

At the age of twelve, no matter how good his swordsmanship is, without physical support, he can play a few points.

"After boasting, let's talk about your shortcomings."

"Harry, you're a wizard."

"You need to know how to use magic."