Flitwick beckoned, and a picture frame flew over his desk, and he rubbed the picture and placed it on the coffee table between the two.

This is an old photo that looks quite old.

In the photo, Flitwick has no beard, but is a diminutive man with a bright smile and a trophy in his hand, waving it constantly.

Surrounded by flowers and streamers, there is a line of gilded small letters that read, "New Wizard Duel Champion – Filius Flitwick!" ”

Zhang Xiao instinctively felt that Professor Flitwick said that his story was related to his previous statement.

He sat up straight and made a gesture of listening:

"I think it must be a wonderful story."

Professor Flitwick patted his head and snapped his fingers, and a bottle of red wine and goblets flew out of the cupboard, shaking the goblet, and Professor Flitwick said leisurely in a reminiscing tone:

"Because of my size, my life was not very pleasant at first, and I was very uncomfortable with people's strange eyes. In order to alleviate this depression, I decided to use my wisdom to make others know me again.

That's when I got hooked on spells. ”

Zhang Xiao nodded, students with a more special appearance will always get more attention, which he can fully understand.

Flitwick took a sip of red wine:

"Magic is so magnificent, I have never experienced more joy from spells, and my focus and a little bit of talent have allowed me to go further and further down the path of spells.

Because of my obsession with spells and the acceptance of expectations, I accepted Dumbledore's offer to participate in the Wizarding Duel Tournament.

Zhang, do you know how many spells I mastered when I participated in the competition? ”

Flitwick looked at Zhang Xiao and asked with a smile:

How many spells? Zhang Xiao thought about the number of "Standard Spells" and "Advanced Spells" for a moment, and asked tentatively

"I guess there are more than 300?"

Flitwick was like a show-off child, happily sticking out a finger

"1000! I've mastered more than a thousand spells! ”

Zhang Xiao took a deep breath, more than a thousand? So there are so many spells?

"Like Miss Penelope, I have left countless sweats on this path, studying gestures, syllables, and everything that can be done to raise the spell.

With that, I defeated one opponent after another and reached the final. ”

Flitwick was silent for a moment, tilted his head and drank all his wine, looking at himself in the frame, waving his trophy under the flowers and streamers.

It was as if I had come to the exciting competition scene again, under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators, all kinds of magic spells flew in the air, and the piercing sound of 'snorting'.

Torn ground, magical magic effects.

Flitwick's eyes grew distant and deep, and he looked up at the ceiling, tapping his fingers on the armrest.

"The night before the final, I was so nervous, I've never been so nervous in my whole life.

I was like crazy, reciting and reviewing all the spells I had learned, not even sleeping, and just going on and on.

Until the day of the race, something happened that made me desperate. ”

Zhang Xiao's emotions also rose with Professor Flitwick's narration, and he asked nervously:

"Professor, what's going on?"

The magic wine was quite high, and Professor Flitwick was already slightly drunk, his eyes shining with memories.

In a calm but emotional tone, he said:

"I find that I have forgotten most of the spells I have learned."

Zhang Xiao felt as if his breath had stagnated for a moment, and then he let out a long breath, the shock in his heart even stronger than the first time he heard Ron's 'wrong' spell.

Flitwick fell silent again, and poured himself another glass of wine, and spoke in his shrill voice about the bizarre experience:

"Yes, I forgot, not all of them, but at least most of them, they were spells that I had become very proficient at, but they were like they had never appeared, and I couldn't remember the spells and casting gestures I had improved anyway.

I still remember that I was so anxious and scared that I cried and found the spell book, and cried while flipping through it, and it was about to be a game, but I forgot the spell, is there anything more sad than that?

It didn't work, no matter how I looked at it or memorized it, I couldn't remember it, until the referee of the tournament let me in.

I can't even remember how I got to the ring, and I thought, 'It's over, I'm afraid this is the most boring fight in the Dueling Tournament ever?' A duelist who forgot about spells? Ha! ’

I just stood there, like a fool, not even knowing where to put my hands and feet, and sadly imagined myself being defeated before I could cast a spell.

Just then, a spell was fired from the other side like me."

Professor Flitwick's mood suddenly lifted, and he waved his cane and said with joy:

"My body moved on its own, and I felt like I hadn't done anything, but with such a wave of my wand, the Iron Armor Spell came out on its own, and the duelist on the other side was shocked!

Wildly firing spells at me, I found myself using one spell after another, so natural, as simple as breathing.

Before I could react to what was going on, the opponent was lying on the ground and I had won the championship. ”

Professor Flitwick's voice gradually lowered, and he gently touched himself with his glass in the frame, where Flitwick had gotten a bottle of champagne out of nowhere, shaking wildly and spraying drinks underneath.

"To the champion!"

Old Flitwick and PhotoFlitwick raised their wines at the same time and drank them all.

Zhang Xiao walked slowly in the corridor of the school, her expression calm, and Professor Flitwick's words still echoed in her mind:

It was only then that I realized that it was not that I had forgotten them, but that I was so skilled at those spells that they had become a part of me, into my mind, my body, my blood.

I don't need those cumbersome spells and gestures. All I need is my thoughts

Zhang, I never thought that you were so young and had vaguely touched this threshold, never, never before a little wizard could skip the theoretical stage and go straight to the essence.

I don't know if it's good or bad for you, but the reason for telling you this story is also to tell you, don't wonder if you're wrong, you're not wrong, it's just too advanced.

So don't doubt yourself child, just as the beginning of magic is the release of the first spell of life through thoughts and feelings, then the end of magic is still the heart, it just goes around in a circle

I suggest you still come to the Charms Club meeting, and don't need to speak, just listen to how the little wizards are like newborn fledglings, curiously exploring the endless skies.

Maybe their theories seem useless to you, but this is the anchor point they left on this path, the mark they left behind, and these things will eventually bring them to a new peak.

I think watching their experiences is also good for yourself

Sheet. I want you to forge your own path and climb the highest mountain that no one has ever reached! ”

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1. Recommended ticket 2. Commuter pass

(End of chapter)