Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 125 Flitwick's Advice
Mike stared blankly at the stage which had mostly disappeared. He felt his temples throbbing and a surge of excitement welled up in his heart.

"Is it so powerful? If this can be turned into a regular spell, wouldn't it be invincible?"

Professor Flitwick seemed to see what was in Mike's mind. He looked at Mike worriedly but said nothing.

The other people around started talking after they realized what was happening. A few students who worshipped power even got excited and discussed with their companions about the variations of the Fire Spell.

The fire spell that Mike just used was definitely the most powerful fire spell that these young wizards had ever seen. It can be predicted that after today, a trend of studying fire spells will sweep across the entire Hogwarts.

Cedric was still lying on the ground, looking at the stage like Mike, his slightly trembling body showing his inner unrest.

With this power, if I was still on the stage when the fireball exploded, I should have been killed by now, right?

Although he knew that his safety was absolutely guaranteed with Professor Flitwick around, Cedric still felt a little nervous.

The Hufflepuff students who had encouraged Cedric to go on stage to duel with Mike also reacted at this moment. They hurriedly stepped forward to help Cedric up from the ground and asked him if he was injured.

One of them even tried to carefully brush off the dust on his body, but it was doomed to be in vain. At this moment, Cedric's originally neat school uniform robe had been burned into holes, and the charred marks could not be brushed off at all.

Cedric was in a trance and couldn't answer their questions accurately. The Hufflepuff students had no choice but to carry him to the infirmary. Before leaving, they glared at Mike angrily.

Mike stood up from the ground, his eyes still fixed on the stage, and he didn't notice Cedric leaving at all.

"Are you okay? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Professor Flitwick's voice came, and Mike finally came to his senses.

Looking down at his body, Mike replied in a still trembling voice: "No, I just feel a little weak."

Mike was not lying. At this moment, Mike looked much better than Cedric. At least his robe was still intact, and his hairstyle had not turned into an afro.

In the duel just now, Mike was the attacker most of the time, and he neutralized all of Cedric's few attacks. The only stain on his body was from when he crawled into the pit after releasing the last fireball.

"Anyway, let's leave here first." Professor Flitwick looked at the people who were still talking, and motioned for Mike to follow him out of the auditorium.

And Michael did not refuse, and walked out obediently. Only the anxious Lockhart was left in the hall, trying to comfort the excited little wizards. Flitwick had run away, and he alone could not repair the stage that had been completely destroyed. The following duel could not go on.

With a flash of inspiration, Lockhart came up with a solution. He ordered Hermione and other staff members of the Dueling Club to move the long table that had been moved elsewhere back into the auditorium. After covering the table with purple linen, Lockhart announced that the next round of duels would be held on the long table.

Mike followed Professor Flitwick through the Hogwarts Castle. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was somewhat dull. Finally, when they came to a corner where no one was, Professor Flitwick stopped. When he stopped, Mike, who was thinking about turning the fireball into a regular spell, almost ran into him without braking.

"Do you know how dangerous it was just now? You almost died on the stage!" Professor Flitwick scolded as soon as Mike stood firm.

Professor Flitwick lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by others, but Mike could still hear the rage in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Dean, I will never use that kind of spell in a duel again. I just don't want to disappoint you." Mike did not choose to defend himself. He bowed his head and admitted his mistake decisively with a very sincere attitude.

Although Mike knew that he and Cedric would never be hurt by the explosion under the protection of Professor Flitwick, this was obviously not the time to say such things. This time it was indeed his fault, he underestimated the power of the fireball.

"Wrong! That's not what I meant! Your fireball didn't fly very fast, it would be easy for me to save you!" Professor Flitwick became even more angry after hearing this, "What I meant was why you took the risk of forcibly increasing the power of the fireball. Did you know that if you weren't careful, the fireball would have exploded on the tip of your wand? Even I couldn't save you at such a close distance! I always thought you were a smart kid, but it turns out you're also a fool!"

As if he felt that he had said too much, before Mike could reply, Professor Flitwick slowed down his tone and continued, "I'm sorry, I said too much. But what you did before was really too dangerous. You will definitely become a great wizard in the future. I can foresee this now. You don't need to be impatient, just proceed step by step. Promise me, child. Don't do that again in the future."

Flitwick's final gentle words were like the warm sun in winter, quickly dissolving the grievance that had arisen in Mike's heart because of Flitwick's previous words, leaving only warmth.

"I promise you, and thank you, Dean."

Thousands of words were condensed into such a simple thank you, and Mike's words made the emotional Professor Flitwick's eyes red.

"You little brat, why are you thanking me?" Professor Flitwick punched Mike's arm lightly, wiped his eyes and said with a sob, "Well, it's getting late after listening to an old man like me nagging for so long. You must be tired after such a fierce duel. Go and rest."

Mike bowed and said goodbye to Flitwick, but was stopped by Professor Flitwick again when he was about to leave.

"Oh, right! This is your first victory in a formal wizard duel. According to tradition, we have to celebrate it." Professor Flitwick slapped his forehead and said with a smile, "How about this, tomorrow is Saturday. To celebrate your victory over your powerful enemy, how about coming to my office for a big meal tomorrow?"

Mike agreed with a smile, then walked towards the Ravenclaw common room under the watchful eye of Professor Flitwick.

Arriving at the dormitory, Mike threw his tired body onto the bed. Listening to the creaking sound of the bed, Mike's heart gradually calmed down, and a serious problem also emerged.

How to defeat Cedric?

Just as Professor Flitwick said, his victory today was largely due to luck, so how could he defeat Cedric, who was like a turtle?
Mike thought hard for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution. Finally, he fell asleep in a daze due to sleepiness.

(End of this chapter)