Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 208: Flitwick’s old lover?
On the day he acquired the villa, Mike had already added Professor Flitwick to the whitelist of the protection system, so Flitwick could enter and leave the villa at will. However, based on Mike's understanding of Professor Flitwick, Flitwick would notify him first even if he had something to come to his house, unless it was something serious.

event?

Thinking of this, Mike's heart trembled, and looking at Professor Flitwick's rare serious face, he felt that something was wrong.

At this time, Professor Flitwick saw that Mike had almost recovered, so he said:
"Mike, I have already contacted the person you mentioned about looking for a swordsmanship teacher, and he said he can teach you."

Mike was happy at first when he heard this, but then he became nervous again.

If that were all, Professor Flitwick wouldn't be so serious. There must be a twist later.

As expected, Professor Flitwick paused for a moment before continuing, "But my old friend has a condition."

"What conditions?" Mike asked nervously after swallowing his saliva.

After saying this, Professor Flitwick was silent for a while, and the expression on his face gradually became a little embarrassed.

"Well, you know, when I was young, I had a bad temper, I didn't know how to control my strength, and I liked to show off, so I offended a lot of people." Flitwick said, "The swordsmanship teacher I found for you, he lost to me back then, and I said some very excessive words at that time, so he has been holding a grudge against me ever since."

"so what?"

"So he wants to compete again!" Flitwick's expression changed from embarrassment to seriousness. "But because he was injured for some reason before and has become a cripple now, the duel this time will be between you and his disciple. He will only be willing to teach you if you beat his disciple."

Mike, who was a little nervous because of Professor Flitwick's serious expression, was stunned for a moment after hearing Flitwick's words. Then his body, which had become a little tense due to nervousness, relaxed. He patted his chest and said to Professor Flitwick:
"Hey! I thought it was something else! Isn't it just a wizard duel? I will definitely win for you! Don't forget that I, your student, am the dueling champion of Hogwarts!"

However, Mike's assurance did not relax Professor Flitwick's expression. Instead, it became more serious, as if he was even less optimistic about Mike because he underestimated his opponent.

Mike knew something was wrong as soon as he saw it, so he sat on the sofa opposite Flitwick and asked, "Could it be that the other party is very powerful, a wizard who has been famous for a long time?"

"That's not the case. He is only three years older than you, and should be the same age as Penelope now." Flitwick sighed and said, "But his path is a bit strange. His training system is completely different from you and me. To be precise, the system he practices should be a system that specifically restrains wizards and magical creatures."

Mike showed a puzzled look when he heard this. In the two years since he came to the wizarding world, he has been absorbing knowledge from the wizarding world. And from what he has learned, the most mainstream and most powerful extraordinary training system in the world is wizardry.

Now, a supernatural system that specifically restrains wizards suddenly appears, which is really incomprehensible to him.

But then, Mike's pupils suddenly shrank.

Strictly speaking, he had indeed come into contact with another training system, and the other party was indeed quite good at fighting against magic. That was the special mirror image in the final trial of Ravenclaw that held a long sword and existed for only a few minutes.

Speaking of the mirror image named Geralt, Mike was deeply impressed.

The opponent was too powerful, with instant spells, exaggerated magic resistance and physical fitness, plus gorgeous swordsmanship. To be honest, if Mike hadn't been lucky enough and the opponent only existed for a few minutes, Mike would have been killed by him.

Shaking his head, Mike temporarily put this idea out of his mind. He hadn't even met the other party yet, so it was too early to draw a conclusion.

And even if the other party really follows Geralt's path, so what?
He could even defeat an opponent like Geralt with a few moves. The opponent was only in his teens, and Mike would never believe that he could beat him.

After thinking for a while, Mike regained his confidence, smiled confidently and said to Professor Flitwick: "Don't worry, professor, I won't lose!"

Seeing this, although Professor Flitwick was still a little worried, he still smiled in order not to dampen Mike's enthusiasm.

To be honest, he didn't have much confidence in Mike this time. His old friend was following the dueling style of Godric Gryffindor, which was the oldest kind of ancient dueling method with a sword in one hand and a wand in the other.

This dueling method is very powerful, but it has great drawbacks.

First of all, he needs extremely high talent in swordsmanship and great perseverance.

There is no need to say much about perseverance. Training the body and swordsmanship is much harder than training magic. And if you don't have talent, perseverance alone is useless. In the end, you can only be half-baked. The battle between wizards is still mainly based on long-range artillery bombardment. If you stupidly run over with a long sword to chop someone, you will be kited to death if you are not careful.

In addition, people who take this path also need a magical weapon.

Otherwise, even if you get close to the opponent and have the opportunity to attack, what’s the use if your weapon is too bad and can’t cut through the opponent’s armor?
The population base of wizards is small to begin with, and there are even fewer people who have talent and are willing to work hard to practice. In addition, during the goblin rebellion, the goblins lost the technology to forge magic-breaking silver swords, resulting in fewer and fewer good silver swords, so this school of thought gradually declined.

The old friend that Professor Flitwick mentioned had some fame in the international wizard dueling circle with his ancient dueling method of using a wand in one hand and a long sword in the other, and had defeated many powerful wizards. But that was mostly because this school had been lost for a long time and no one was familiar with it. His own strength and talent were not strong, so after his methods were figured out, he was quickly defeated and became a stepping stone for new duelists like Professor Flitwick.

But his apprentice is different. It is said that his apprentice is a true genius who has already shown his prowess in the dueling circle. Most of the new generation of dueling wizards are no match for him.

Mike, who was sitting opposite Professor Flitwick, finally saw a smile on Flitwick's face, and he felt relieved. He adjusted his sitting position to make himself more comfortable and asked, "So where does the swordsmanship master live? Let's find some time to visit him."

"Emmmm, actually... they are at my house now..."

Mike's hand, which was stretched out to pour water from the teapot for Flitwick, suddenly froze in mid-air. He looked at Professor Flitwick with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he said.

"Phew! Let's put it this way. My old friend is a bit impatient. So after receiving my letter, he did not choose to reply, but directly rushed to England from the United States with his apprentice." Professor Flitwick sighed and said, "I just met them today, so I came to your house to find you without stopping."

Mike withdrew his hand that was reaching for the teapot and sat on the sofa in silence.

He had not really felt the reality of what Flitwick had said about his quick temper. After all, there were so many people with quick tempers these days.

But he didn't expect that Professor Flitwick's old friend would be so impatient that he rushed across the ocean from the United States to Britain as soon as he received the letter.

It seems that Professor Flitwick has a big grudge against his old friend. What are the two biggest grudges in life?
The hatred for the murder of one's father and mother, and the hatred for the robbery of one's wife.

Judging from the situation, it doesn't seem like the revenge for the murder of his father and mother, so could it be the hatred for the murder of his wife?
Then, Mike thought of the country he was in now, Britain, which was known as the country of corruption. So, could it be like Dumbledore and Grindelwald, where love turned into hate?
If that's the case, then everything makes sense. No wonder Professor Flitwick, who has both money and power, hasn't gotten married yet. It turns out that...

Mike was making wild associations, his mind filled with words like "forcing a man to do something against his will", "man on man", "knowing a man better than he is" and the look he gave Professor Flitwick became more and more strange.

Professor Flitwick on the opposite side obviously did not notice the brainstorm in Mike's mind. He sighed lightly and waved to Mike to go with him to meet the old friend.

Ten minutes later, Mike and Professor Flitwick appeared at Flitwick's door.

Professor Flitwick walked very slowly along the way, and the five-minute distance was delayed by him for ten minutes. Anyone could see that he was extremely reluctant to meet that old friend. Presumably, if it wasn't for Mike, he would never have contacted the other party this time.

Finally, Flitwick gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and pushed open the door of his house.

What appeared in front of Mike was the living room of the Flitwick family. Mike was very familiar with this place. He had lived here for several months.

During that time, Mike's favorite thing to do was to lie on the huge sofa in the living room and read.

At this time, sitting on Mike's favorite sofa was an old man with tangled hair, tattered clothes, and it was obvious that he had not taken a bath for a long time.

Even though the old man was sitting on a soft sofa, his back was still straight, his eyes were closed, and he looked like he was meditating.

But Mike and Flitwick were both wizards, and wizards with extremely strong mental powers. The stronger the mental power, the stronger the five senses, so they could clearly hear the slight snoring coming from the old man's mouth and nose.

Next to the wine rack on the other side of the living room, a young man about 175 cm tall, dressed in the same style as the old man, was staring intently at the top of the wine rack.

Mike originally thought that he was studying the expensive liquors on the wine rack, but when he looked closely, he found that the boy's gaze was actually on a magic wall clock hanging above the wine rack.

The shape of this magic wall clock is round like an ordinary wall clock, but the dial and pointers inside the clock are cursors made up of pure magic. This cursor can glow, so people can see the time clearly at night. It can be regarded as an electronic clock in the wizarding world.

As if he was too engrossed in his studies, the boy did not notice that Flitwick had returned with Mike.

So he slowly stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the wall clock, but because the clock was hung too high, he climbed onto the wine rack.

Seeing this, Professor Flitwick finally couldn't help it and coughed lightly to remind the two people in the room that the master had returned.

Flitwick's cough wasn't actually very loud, but both people in the room heard it.

The first one was the old man sitting on the sofa. Almost at the moment when Flitwick coughed, Mike saw his head, which was originally slightly lowered, suddenly paused, and then turned his head to look towards the door.

It was not until then that Mike could see the old man's appearance clearly. He had a dark complexion and looked extremely old. Most importantly, the old man was missing an eye.

Generally, people who are blind in one eye will wear eye patches, sunglasses and other decorations for the sake of appearance, but this old man is different. He does not have any decorations on his face.

His right eye was intact, and his sharp eyes gave people a sharp feeling, but his left eye was empty. The deep pit, coupled with the wrinkled skin and black and white mottled long hair, gave people a very bad feeling.

To put it simply, you can tell at first glance that this guy is not a good person!
The teenager who was climbing the wine rack on the other side of the living room was startled when he heard the cough. His body shook violently and he lost his balance and fell off the wine rack.

But the young man with short dark brown hair forced himself to adjust his posture without any leverage in mid-air, and knelt on one knee in a superhero-like movement and landed steadily on the ground.

I have to say, his move is very handsome.

But he was fine, but the wine rack was in trouble.

As a result of his action, the huge wine rack actually tilted. Although it did not fall over completely, a lot of wine still fell down.

Professor Flitwick's pupils suddenly shrank. The wines on the wine rack were all his collections over the years, and he usually couldn't bear to drink them.

The young man also noticed the abnormality above his head, and he jumped up again with a sudden bounce. In mid-air, the young man stretched out his hands and took all the wine near him into his arms.

But he was still a human being after all, with only two hands, so he still fell into the trap of the two bottles of wine.

Just as the wine bottle was about to fall to the ground and shatter into pieces, a crisp snapping sound echoed in the living room.

Then he saw Flitwick's house-elf Lolo raising his right hand as if snapping his fingers, and the two bottles of wine that should have been broken were floating in the air.

Seeing this, Professor Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief and gave Lolo a look of gratitude, which in return earned Lolo's excited smile.

The young man also carefully put down the bottle of wine in his arms, turned around, scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly at Professor Flitwick at the door.

But the moment he turned around, Mike's brows suddenly frowned.

Because the boy's pupils were actually golden, and vertical.

Just like a snake's pupil...

(End of this chapter)