Harry and Ron naturally knew who Hermione was referring to.

But they didn't know how to reply. It's hard not to imagine this without Owen's involvement.

After all, the whole Hogwarts knows that it is a person who likes to join in the fun.

"It's okay, don't worry, I won't participate, do you understand the privilege? Privilege! As soon as Hermione's words ended, the Hufflepuff trio arrived at the same time.

Owen walked in front of her with his head in his hands and a leisurely look.

"Even if you participate, I'll take care of you."

"It's not going to make you lose ugly."

"I don't need mercy from your men!" The anger in the little witch's heart came up at once.

Even her groggy head became sober.

"It's a pity that I really can't participate in the little wizard's table this time." Owen said lightly, "Professor Flitwick invited me to be his teaching assistant. ”

"It's busy!"

With that, he walked into the auditorium without looking back.

Hermione, who was left behind, gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with flames, the damn creature.

I have to work harder!

Tonight, let's go to bed at half past two!

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Mornings go by quickly.

At breakfast time, Harry also specially asked Owen several simple attack spell casting tips to ensure that he would not overturn.

Although with his current strength, it is difficult to overturn

The combat effectiveness of the trio in this time period has far surpassed that of their age in the original book.

Especially under his dedicated tutelage.

However, Harry was still worried that he would lose face with Malfoy, and it was always a good idea to be more prepared.

In the afternoon, just after lunch, the professors removed the long dining table representing the four faculties and replaced it with a gilded stage along a wall, over which thousands of candles lit up.

The ceiling was dyed a deep purple, and a solemn and mysterious atmosphere spread through the auditorium.

A group of young wizards gathered around early, and they stood close to the stage with excitement on their faces.

And then ————

"Oh my God!"

"It's Owen!"

"How is he on stage."

At this time, Owen, who was wearing a brown bow tie and had a big smile on his face, was on the duel stage under the cheers of several Hufflepuff chatters.

Look – how welcoming my friends are.

Owen's gaze swept over Hannah and the others, and then all of the Hufflepuff wizards.

Uh-huh—though most of them had been beaten by him, the well-meaning Hufflepuff gave him a huge round of applause.

The sparse applause continued.

Until another figure stepped onto the stage of the duel.

In an instant, Ravenclaw's voice resounded through the auditorium!

"Professor Flitwick beat him!"

I don't know who shouted.

Owen looked at it - well, one of his students

Stained - It looks like this student is going to need to step up his training in spells.

"Professor Flitwick is so handsome!"

"Down with Hufflepuff oppression, long live Ravenclaw!"

The jumbled slogans made Professor Flitwick, who was still full of joy, slowly cool down.

"Alright, quiet little wizards!" He whispered as he held up his wand.

His eyes looked at the little wizards in his own academy.

Hey—what a shame!

He also heard about Owen's extracurricular cram school, and heard that many students from their college had signed up and were beaten up badly!

Of course, he chose Owen as his dueling assistant, and that was the only option to get rid of selfishness.

There is no such thing as retaliation!!

The little wizards soon fell silent.

"Okay, then we'll start classes now."

In a solemn and silent atmosphere, Professor Flitwick slowly spoke: "Wizard duels are a long historical tradition that has existed thousands of years ago, and it is well known that Mr. Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor House, is a master dueling master. ”

As soon as Professor Flitwick finished speaking, the Gryffindor gathering place erupted in cheers.

"Ahem!" The professor stretched out his hand to suppress the tide in the crowd and continued, "In modern times, there have been many dueling tournaments, the most famous of which is the European Wizard Duel Competition, which is held every five years. ”

"Oh! I know you've won championships, Professor. Suddenly, Ravenclaw prefect Penelope Crivat interjected loudly.

And this time it was greeted with cheers from the Ravenclaws.

"Thank you! Penelope, but we're more here today about dueling skills than about my honor. Professor Flitwick's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

"As for the books on the dueling tournament and the history of the duel, I think you can pay attention to the annual publication of the World Wizarding Duel Convention when you have time in the future."

"However, dueling is a practical course after all, and only when the wizard really holds the wand can he experience the true difficulty of the duel, and books can only be used as a reference."

"Then first, I'm going to have a duel demonstration with Mr. Sanchez."

Professor Flitwick's wand tapped at Owen.

Then, like a battle-hardened old gentleman, he bowed slightly to Owen.

Owen responded by bending down.

"Ahh

"Armor Protection!"

Owen and Professor Flitwick cast their spells at about the same time.

The red light crashed against the blue armor.

At the moment of the light, Professor Flitwick struck out in an instant, and from left to right, three spells attacked Owen almost simultaneously.

In the face of multiple spells like this, it is unrealistic to use a single spell defense.

Because there will always be omissions.

So Owen's choice was to quickly swing his wand and transform the carpet under his feet into a wall.

"Boom!"

The moment the stone wall was shattered, the other professors immediately waved their wands to protect the young wizards.

Owen, on the other hand, continued to move forward, the tip of his wand emitting a long blue light, and several stone chips were transformed into magical animals by him again.

Several eight-eyed spiders gnawed their teeth and claws at Professor Flitwick.

The 'click' sound made by the big claw awakened the psychological shadows of countless little wizards.

"Stop." The Professor's wand is due to the bandmaster of the Muggle world.

A little golden light sprinkled it, and the giant spiders turned back into rags.

Then he manipulated the rags and spoke of them becoming huge.

"The force is relaxed, and the speed is increasing."

Several rags dangled in front of Owen's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

From time to time, there are also some attack spells.

"The fire is raging!" Facing the rags in front of him, Owen subconsciously used the fire charm.

The rags were burned clean by a raging fire.

"It's all petrified!"

But the flames also blinded his eyes, and a silent red spell, reflecting the firelight, hit him directly.

In an instant, Owen's whole body stiffened.

Then he fell straight down.

Hit the trick!

It dawned on him that Professor Flitwick had deliberately waited for him to use the Fire Charm.

He prejudged his thoughts!

(End of chapter)