High-end masters are often able to pull their opponents into their own rhythm and even traps.

It is clear that Professor Flitwick is a master of this area, worthy of the title of dueling master.

It's like you competing trigonometry with a teacher who has taught high school math all your life.

When it comes to regular spells, Professor Flitwick is even stronger than Dumbledore.

"How does it feel!" With a flick of the Professor's wand, Owen's petrification was removed.

"Feelings?" Owen exhaled a little while holding his wand, and then said unconvinced, "Professor, I'm going to cast a little bit of a violation spell." ”

"Oh!" Professor Flitwick looked at Owen with a pair of eagle-eyed eyes, "Yes." ”

He wanted to see where Owen's limits were.

"Ultimate Protection!"

"The Ultimate Guard!"

"Ultimate Armor Protection!"

Owen held his wand and tapped his robes.

This is an attachment spell that he developed using the properties of ancient magic, which can attach to the surface of objects and resist some spell damage.

The duration is very short, and it cannot be defended, and powerful black magic such as fierce fire and death curse are a bit of a chicken rib for him, but they are very suitable for duels.

Because Wizard Duel is not allowed to use the Death Curse and Dark Magic.

"It's on! Professor. ”

A certain little black man reminded very politely.

Then the wand was aimed at the palm of his right hand, and in an instant, the purple light rioted, and the powerful magic power turned into a shining light, appearing at the tip of his wand.

He took a small step back, flicked his right arm away, and pushed his wand out like a bowling ball.

In an instant, the purple light was like a zigzag dragon, with the aura of destruction, frantically surging towards Professor Flitwick.

That's - ancient magic.

And the destructive magic contained in it made this well-informed Spell Professor a little frightened, but as a former dueling champion, when facing this unknown spell, he instinctively did not take action to protect it, but used his physical advantage to dodge sideways.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion followed.

It is the wall behind the rostrum of the auditorium.

The entire wall was blown to pieces by Owen's magic.

A huge gap appeared, and the wind from the mountains poured in unscrupulously.

Then—a smile tugged at the corners of Owen's mouth.

Hands are naturally open.

The flying fragments, trembling slightly, turned into tiny swords in the blink of an eye.

Then, his wand jerked down.

Countless swords shot frantically towards Professor Flitwick like meteors across the sky.

"It's up to you!" With that, Owen jerked his cloak open again.

In the pocket of the jacket, the cabbage has grown from small to large - throwing skills - green bowling balls that can move with teeth.

And that's not the end of it.

After throwing out four or five Brussels sprouts, he jerked his wand upwards, "Lightning Storm!! ”

A cloud of mist quickly converged in the sky above the auditorium.

The white thunder was a beating spark that danced and entangled with each other, then coalesced into a thick bolt of lightning that "clicked" and fell from the sky and struck Professor Flitwick.

Knock~

The old man's five-hundred-word spell casting is shaken, and if you don't believe it, you can't eat a gray face.

Three attacks, enchantments, transformations, and magical plants.

Three major genres shine brightly in the hands of Owen.

If it weren't for the fact that he was only in the second grade, Fantastic Beasts would definitely be indispensable. When the time comes, the four major schools will sweep the eight wildernesses. Who else can defeat him!

It's a pity - when will my Shylock, who can only eat and drink, grow up?

"Roar!" A flash of excitement flashed in Professor Flitwick's eyes.

Ever since coming to Hogwarts to teach.

For many years, he never had a blood boil again.

Sometimes he misses the time when he was younger, when he made a name for himself in Europe, and although it was hard, there were people who challenged him every day.

But the kind of happiness that beats others is difficult for ordinary people to feel.

Don't be fooled by Professor Flitwick's small stature and graceful stature.

When he was sorted, he almost got into Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall was the same, she had come close to Ravenclaw.

Years later, in the face of the mischievous little wizards of the Lion House, Professor McGonagall would joke with Professor Flitwick that if they entered each other's houses, then Professor Flitwick would be the one who would be hurt now.

Duel arena.

The three schools of magic are as bright as a giant searchlight.

Professor Flitwick in an elegant evening gown shines brightly.

His thin figure is like a boulder in front of the waves of the sea, and his leisurely steps carry unparalleled confidence and the momentum of a strong man.

The wand in his hand is like the conductor's baton, and the magic is just the scale on his score.

All tones should move according to his heart.

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up surprisingly.

The former dueling genius seems to have returned.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Owen could even see the thunder of reality flickering in the professor's pupils.

Suddenly, he moved.

The dazzling spell he faced was like a warrior who was not afraid of the storm.

At that moment, the wind blowing from the gap fascinated Owen's eyes, and in a trance, Professor Filius Flitwick in his eyes became extremely tall.

He remembered a poem, fate, and whispered to the warriors: You can't withstand the storm.

The Warrior whispered, "I am the Storm!!

It was like the sound of a broken round mirror, and time suddenly flowed again.

At the last moment, Professor Flitwick delicately stretched out his wand, centered on himself, and drew a golden prohibition.

"All curses come to an end!!"

The brilliant gold thread tightened the sword and tamed the lightning.

And for non-enchanted biting cabbage.

He raised his wand, and in the next second, the blue armor went from nothingness to solidification, and the magic turned into a knight in armor.

The noble knight drew his sword at his waist. Swing hard.

With a single sword, he split that cute little thing in half!

Then it's time for the professor to fight back.

The purple carpet is dotted with stars, and it is witnessing a warrior who is constantly attacking.

Wizard dueling is the first priority, always face your enemies.

Forward, unscrupulous to advance.

Wisdom is your wing, it can take you to fly higher!

Courage is the sword that you can defeat the enemy, and only with the belief in victory in your heart can you overcome all battles.

This is the meaning of wizard duels, never be afraid!

"Strength is relaxed."

"There are many obstacles."

"Flying sand and rocks."

"Fainted."

"It's all petrified."

Professor Flitwick, walking on a carpet of stars.

The wave of the high band in the hand.

One by one, spells come out of your hands.

He kept approaching, causing the blood of the little wizards who stopped to watch around him to swell!

This moment – glory to Ravenclaw!

Yes! Ravenclaw, the white moonlight in my heart.

(End of chapter)