A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 203: Flitwick’s 17 duel lessons

For the little wizards at Hogwarts, the duel class on Thursdays of the second and fourth weeks of each month is definitely a large-scale competitive social activity to recuperate the body and mind and exercise the hands and feet.

In the eyes of many people, this class is expected to be on par with Quidditch competitions. At least they can actually participate, rather than as a spectator on the court.

There were many people in the auditorium. Before the professor arrived, the students were in piles and chatting enthusiastically with each other. Harry saw Percy talking loudly about how he obtained 12 OWLs certificates, and Hermione's eyes lit up beside him.

"I'll be right back," said Hermione, leaving Harry and Ron behind.

They saw her squeeze into the crowd, whispering something, Percy was a little casual at first, but his eyes widened quickly. The two quickly passed the crowd and rushed to the corner of the auditorium where four long tables were piled up.

While passing the twins, Percy stopped and warned them: "I don't know what method you guys used to avoid my sight, maybe a tracking spell or something—"

The twins looked at each other, and Fred squeezed his eyes and said, "Did you hear that, George, the tracing spell... Another day full of rewards!"

George saluted exaggeratedly, with one hand behind his back: "Noble behavior, Percy! Just to contribute to the great cause of pranks, we will leave you a name."

"Big slap—"

"No, a big badge is enough, we only need to write down the two words, big head boy, and it will be clear at a glance."

Harry who was not far away let out a "chichi" laugh, he quickly shifted his gaze and stared at Ginny who was at the side, her face turned red quickly, as if her good friend Luna had fainted The pose in Lovegood's arms.

"Need me to tell you a bad joke?" Luna said abruptly with her eyes wide open. Harry was used to it, and he knew this little girl had always been like this.

"Any insight, Luna?" He cast a quick glance in Percy's direction, where they were already standing under a piece of armor, talking in low voices.

"Your mind is a mess, there must be a group of sojourners who have nested in your mind recently..." Luna shook the bracelet solemnly, "I can help you get rid of them."

"How?" said Harry, who caught a glimpse of Professor Hemp at the door of the Great Hall.

"You need to quiet down first and become less attractive to harassing horseflies..."

"Thanks, I don't think I've got such a weird thing in my head," said Harry quickly.

Professor Hemp and Snape walked in, which was not what he expected, no, there was another professor, Flitwick, who he just missed.

Hermione hurried back from a distance, and the little wizards consciously stood up according to the college.

Felix blessed himself with a loud voice, and said loudly: "Welcome back to dueling class, little wizards! I saw many familiar faces, and many new faces..."

In front of their respective houses, a row of little bean dings looked around cautiously and curiously. They were the freshmen of their respective houses this year. Harry saw Colin Creevey pulling his younger brother, the boy named 'Dennis'.

"Before the course starts, please allow me to introduce to you that we have welcomed the third resident professor of the dueling class, Filius Flitwick!"

The short Flitwick took a few steps forward. He was dressed very formally today, it was a tight little suit, and he twisted his wand gracefully, as if he was holding a baton.

Hearty cheers came from Ravenclaw House, clusters of sparks were released from the crowd, and finally formed into an eagle that symbolized Ravenclaw House.

Harry thinks they must have borrowed the pattern from the answer parchment - the two look alike.

Students from other colleges were also applauding desperately. In terms of popularity, Flitwick was definitely the best among the deans of the four colleges.

"Thank you, thank you—" Flitwick was so excited that tears filled his eyes. He took out a handkerchief embroidered with a Ravenclaw pattern and wiped the corners of his eyes. On the podium."

Today is Flitwick's special session. Felix and Snape deliberately downplayed their own existence, allowing Flitwick to show his charm. And Flitwick bowed to the two professors, and then cast the spell to his heart's content. In his hands, spell casting seemed to be equated with art.

After a few minutes of showing off, Flitwick got down to business. He shook his wand, and from the tip of the wand spewed a cloud of bronze-colored smoke. The smoke condensed into blurred figures, standing on the gilded stage.

These bronze-colored figures faced each other in pairs, as if they were engaged in a duel. Each pair had a little wizard who was supposed to be Flitwick.

The little wizards counted carefully, and there were seventeen groups.

Flitwick said sharply: "Please allow me to search for the glorious moment in my memory, which was more than sixty years ago... After seventeen duels, I won the 1931 The title of wizard duel champion."

He waved his wand, and the first group of bronze figures moved: the tall wizard raised his hand and cast a spell, while the short figure lowered his head and counterattacked, knocking down his opponent with one blow.

Flitwick acted as a commentator and said: "See? My opponent underestimated the enemy. He thought I was short and my level must not be very good, but this is one of the easiest victories I have won."

"It's short, but it's also very exciting. We can learn a lot from it..."

"First, never underestimate the enemy in a duel. Many of you can think of this, but not many wizards really do it;"

"What else? That's right, seize the opportunity. Instead of standing still and defending, I launched a counterattack. This also reminds us that wizards are the most vulnerable when attacking, and you must protect yourself. Learn to leave room;”

"It won't be easy in the future, does anyone know? Reminder, it has something to do with my unique height." Flitwick looked expectantly at the little wizard in the audience ~IndoMTL.com~ Harry's eyes lit up, He had heard similar expressions, from Professor Hype!

He was the first to raise his hand, and when his name was called, he said a little excitedly: "Create a combat system that suits you best by combining your personal characteristics."

Flitwick laughed, "Great, Potter! Yes, personal characteristics, this is very important, each of us is unique, you have to accept everything about yourself, good and bad ..."

"I used to struggle with my height and build, most of the time I had to hold my head up in a duel. Being small also had another downside, I couldn't move fast enough and my arms weren't long enough , the opponent can easily judge the range of my spell."

The young wizards listened quietly, wondering how Professor Flitwick had solved these problems.

"——But I came out of the shadows later, I accepted my imperfection, and after a while, my height became my advantage. Few wizards have the experience of dueling with a short person like me , they always deal with mistakes, either mentality or habit.”

"My body shape makes it easier for me to avoid spells, and I no longer pursue movement speed, but develop more flexible steps..."

Flitwick said with emotion on his face, there was a burst of warm applause from the audience, he heard someone in his college shouting "Dean, you are the best!" He couldn't help but wiped the corners of his eyes again .

"Next, let's watch the second duel. I met a very interesting person, and we became friends later."

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After more than an hour, Flitwick used his own personal experience to describe real duel scenes to the little wizards, and the students felt that they had gained a lot.

Harry even thought he could cram the words verbatim into a paper and hand it over to Professor Hype.