"Also, did you lose your eyes in the dormitory? I'm curious, how do you do it at a distance of less than a few feet, and how can a spell not hit the other party's wand? ”

"Ahem! Professor Snape! Professor Flitwick coughed lightly, pulling Snape back from the growing sarcasm.

"The two young wizards do have all sorts of problems in casting spells, but the mastery of spells is still good, with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw each adding five points."

After saying that, Professor Flitwick stepped forward and began to correct the casting of the two of them: "Davis, the range of your right hand movement is too large, and the spell should be as small as possible, so that it is concealed, so that your enemies will not be able to tell what spell you are about to cast." ”

"And, Wood, I can see that you should have practiced this spell hard, but you are pushing too hard, and the release of the spell should have its own rhythm, and every swing should be purposeful, not blindly standing on the stake to cast the spell."

Professor Flitwick then corrected several minor issues with both sides, ranging from their gestures to the amplitude of their forearms, and a simple disarming charm was broken into the Professor's analysis.

All sorts of spell-casting tricks come as soon as you open your mouth.

Even Professor Flitwick said that a powerful wizard can tell what spell he is about to cast from his opponent's casting gestures, and that any wizard with strength will choose to develop his own spell.

Speaking of this—his eyes couldn't help but look at Snape on the side.

Although Snape's reputation at school was extremely poor. But there's no denying that his talent for developing spells is beyond his own.

"Next, we started grouping. Officially start practicing. ”

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the carpet in the auditorium was divided into four equal quarters of the four colors.

That's the color of the four colleges.

"The young wizards are grouped according to their own houses." Professor Flitwick announced loudly.

The students in the auditorium were noisy and crowded around each other, and it wasn't until the prefects began to organize the wizards of their own houses that it was much more orderly.

"Gryffindor, this way!"

"Ravenclaw, here!"

A few minutes later, everyone lined up in an orderly manner.

And then—and then, the deans didn't have the face to stay in the auditorium any longer

It's a shame.

Chaotic spells and spells, all kinds of red balls of light flew all over the sky.

From time to time, a little wizard was knocked out and hit a large group of people.

Compared to the peak duel between Owen and Professor Flitwick just now, the duel level of the other young wizards is simply as Snape said - baboons wielding wands.

This is the highlight of Professor Sprout's moment.

She stood tall and straight.

A face full of pride.

Although her spell level is at the bottom of the four deans. But her students are amazing!

Owen alone could single-handedly pick them out by a grade. I'm afraid that in many years, no genius wizard will be able to surpass his heights.

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The other side.

The students were so chaotic and the professors had limited energy, and there was nothing they could do about this messy scene for a while.

"Neville, don't be shy, pronounce the spell clearly."

"Also, Susan's arm is a little smaller. Dean! Wave your wand when you're ready! A red ball of light flew by, passing between Seamus's legs and hitting Ron's calf.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly raised her wand to cast a spell to counteract.

Then he reminded aloud.

Professor Flitwick was doing the same thing as him.

Several deans are struggling to maintain order in the auditorium.

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The holding of the dueling club cannot be said to be a success, but it is not a failure either.

But everyone could feel that yesterday afternoon was too chaotic.

After the little wizard started practicing freely, the chaos was directly doubled on the spot.

The whole auditorium was full of little wizards bent over and fumbling.

They were all looking for their wands under the feet of the chaotic crowd.

From time to time, there will be a magical scene of human bowling.

A young wizard is sent flying, and then knocks down several unlucky people behind him along the way.

In short, a seemingly farce-like dueling club has finally come to an end.

And it belongs to the last stable festival of the little wizards.

Christmas is coming.

After an unbearable Potions lesson.

Finally—finally, the semester is over.

A silence as thick as snow on the ground enveloped the entire castle.

The young wizards who have been completely released need a complete rest.

The dawn of Christmas is creeping in.

It was cold and snowy, and Owen got up early in the morning, and after feeding the cat daddy, he began to remove the Christmas presents beside the bed.

This year he has a little more gifts than last year.

Harry Ron and the others also sent things because they were not short of money

Ron, a Quidditch fanatic, gave him a poster of Chadry's artillery team.

Harry gave him a new hand-knitted sweater - he knew it was Mrs. Weasley's work from the bright red color and the huge O on his chest.

Harry begged Mrs. Weasley to knit him a sweater?

Hmmm—that's fine.

After folding the sweater and placing it on the bed, Owen split off the next one.

Hannah gave him a tie and Justin gave him a Muggle trench coat.

It is a very high-grade fabric, and it is estimated to be worth a lot of money.

Hermione went on to give him a gorgeous quill and a copy of the Hogwarts Rules (a manuscript).

To Owen's surprise, Luna also sent a gift, a small wooden doll, which could be seen to be carved by her own hands, and the pose was the majestic appearance of him in the duel with Professor Flitwick.

And another—yes—uh—Draco had sent him, a dragonskin magic book that recorded many precious ancient magics.

As for the Christmas gifts that Owen gave them, all ten Galleons, one by one, the trouble died.

It's better to cash out.

Except for Malfoy, he gave the Far Eastern magic gadgets he bought for the summer.

Then there's Luna's gift, a rabbit ear headdress made from the tail hair of a unicorn.

Two rabbit ears will grow when you wear it, and your hair will become slender, silver, and shimmer with the brilliance of a unicorn.

This is the only magic item he has made himself.

To this end, Owen also went out of his way to ask the Weasley Twins some experience in making magic props - at the cost of spending fifty Galleons to support their next research.

The rest was sent by the professors.

Professor Sprout sent him "How to Cultivate Your Own Amazing Plant"; Professor Flitwick gave him "A Thousand Duel Techniques"; Professor McGonagall gave him his Guide to Advanced Transfiguration; Snape - Huh?

Snape?

Looking at the gift box that was less than the size of his palm, Owen's expression froze, and his face was full of confusion?

Snape: Is this - replaced by a week?

Sycamore (plane wood) wand. The ideal owner of the Sycamore wand should be curious, energetic, and adventurous.

People say that words can reflect the author's thoughts, but I'm afraid the protagonist is not myself.

Hey, he's not a bad person.

(End of chapter)