"Merlin's beard!"

"Is this—is this Professor Flitwick's strength?"

"The dean is so handsome! Come on, Dean! ”

"Long live Ravenclaw! Long live Ravenclaw!! L('ω')┘三└('ω')"

Colorful spells constantly stimulated the nerves of the young wizards present.

Especially the tsunderes of the Eagle Courtyard.

On weekdays, they disdain to communicate with low intelligence, and they are shouting more crazy than Gryffindor.

If you don't look at the crest on their bodies, those who don't know think they're Gryffindors!

Unlike Owen's exaggerated ancient magic, Professor Flitwick's magic is all from Standard Spells, and you can instantly understand from him why those once powerful ancient spells have been replaced by modern spells that are less lethal.

Because-convenient, compared to Owen's long condensation of magic, Flitwick's spell can be released almost casually.

He casts spells too fast.

Within five seconds, the professor threw more than a dozen spells in one go. Each spell works with the previous and the next.

Those tricky angles, ordinary wizards can't resist at all.

Compared to the crazy Ravenclaw, Owen is not very comfortable.

Although he is strong, he is not strong enough.

In the face of so many spells, he hadn't even thought about the solution of the previous spell, and the next one shot over.

Helpless, he could only hold on to the armor spell and the hard top.

But this was even more inferior, and in the blink of an eye, his armor spell was torn open.

Professor Flitwick raised his hand, and the tricky spell struck him through the gap.

Wow! It hurts!

Tearful eyes (^).

Nima's, is your spell a cruise missile?

Hit where to fight!

Woo ┭┮_┭┮!

Owen could now be pretty sure that Professor Flitwick was absolutely on purpose, just like Snape!

What an assistant!

I just want to beat him!

After understanding this truth, Professor Flitwick hesitated a little at the moment when he hit him.

Owen decisively slipped to his knees, "I surrender!" I lost! Stop hitting the professor! ”

Holding aloft the French military salute, he lowered his head and looked at the Ravenclaw dueling master with an aggrieved expression.

Ay!

Shame on you?

He didn't feel anything anyway.

What's so embarrassing about losing to your own teacher.

"Ahem."

Looked at! Professor Flitwick put away his wand with an embarrassed expression.

It's a bit too much.

He had long heard of Owen's strength.

Dumbledore had told him.

As for why a twelve-year-old little wizard has so many dangerous ancient spells, even unforgivable spells.

Whenever he asked this question, Dumbledore would look up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and his expression instantly became melancholy.

It was as if someone had sprinkled a handful of salt on his wounds.

But in any case, Owen was his student, and in a way, his best student.

Hit your own students so hard.

The professor's kind heart is a little uncomfortable.

And then—and then he saw a certain smug look in Owen's pretended aggrieved eyes.

Look, the professors at Hogwarts are like that, and when I cry, they relent.

Wow Ka Ka!

This place is so lovely.

Looking at Owen, who was inexplicably starting to glow, Professor Flitwick was angry, and immediately said in a low and stern voice, "Go, fix that wall!" ”

"If you can't fix it, you can't eat!"

"Oh no!" Owen, who was amnestied, immediately walked off the duel stage and walked towards the rostrum.

This kid - all the professors were a little crying and laughing.

On the one hand, Owen is indeed a bad seed, but on the other hand, he is very sincere in his badness.

Unlike Tom, who was good at disguise.

Owen would expose a part of his heart, as it was, and perhaps that's why Dumbledore still liked him when he was causing trouble everywhere.

"Alright." Professor Flitwick raised his wand, and a small firework shot out of his wand into the sky, "thud".

The sound brought the thoughts of the young wizards back to reality.

"You should have learned a lot just now. But I would say that you will never learn to fight by watching someone duel. Now, I'm going to invite two little wizards to the stage. ”

"Roger Davis, Oliver Wood, you two come up."

Rodger Davies, the new Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, has been training hard, and although this year's Quidditch tournament did not take place as usual, it was clear that Professor Flitwick was expecting him.

As for Wood, there is no need to say more.

Gryffindor is known as the captain of the wood. The best Quidditch captain.

The two were surrounded by crowds from their respective colleges, and the two of them were almost pushed onto the stage.

"Next, we're going to teach a standard spell, the Disarming Charm."

"The two of them moved away from each other, and then began to try to cast the disarming charm." Professor Flitwick said, pointing to the two older boys.

The two sixth-grade wizards, of course, will disarm the spell.

Yes!

But there won't be much.

You can cast a spell successfully, but don't expect much damage.

This is certainly the reason why the professors of the Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts change every year, and the level of professors is uneven.

But in the final analysis, the little wizard is too lazy, and in peacetime, everyone's desire for those attacks on magic learning is too low.

Wood stood opposite Roger Davis at opposite ends of the stage.

The two bowed towards each other.

Then, at the behest of Professor Flitwick, the duel began.

Davis was the first to make the move, and he was trained by Professor Flitwick after all, and he still had some strength (after the war incident in the academy last semester).

I saw him swing his wand quickly and loudly. "Except for your weapons!"

A red spell pierced the air and flew past Wood's right shoulder.

Wood reacted from the momentary shock and quickly raised his wand, and the same red spell flew out of the tip of his wand.

"Except for your weapons!"

The red light hit Davis in the lower abdomen, knocking him back several steps, but it didn't succeed in disarming Davis.

Then the two started a pile-like battle. Red wands flew out from the two of them, and some even hit one of the young Slytherin wizards who were watching.

"Enough!"

Seeing his academy students hurt, Snape couldn't bear it.

He walked gloomily onto the duel stage and spoke coldly.

As he spoke, he flicked his wand quickly, undoing the spell that had been fired at him.

"It seems that you two understand the duel with nothing more than stupidly waving your wand, like a troll without a brain."

"What are you guys in? Is it a baboon with a wand? ”

Snape sneered, "Don't you have brains? Don't know how to run and dodge? ”

I wanted to go to Ravenclaw, but the official website was assigned to Gryffindor, okay~_~ I want to state that I am by no means a reckless man.

(End of chapter)