Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

In the early morning, the grass outside Hogwarts Castle is adorned with dewdrops, and sunlight filters through the treetops, casting dappled shadows.

"Well done, John! Again!"

Professor Flitwick's cheerful voice rang out.

At this moment, John and Professor Flitwick were in a secluded spot in the castle.

They were engaged in a wizard duel on a long dueling platform.

John, wand in hand, unleashed two red spells at Professor Flitwick.

But Professor Flitwick, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his wand, easily dispelled John's knockback spell with a gentle wave.

"What's wrong, John? Is it not working?"

Professor Flitwick asked with a smile.

John was panting. From the moment he arrived until now, he hadn't even touched Professor Flitwick's clothes; he had been unilaterally suppressed and beaten the whole time.

He stared at Professor Flitwick's figure, trying to find a weakness in him.

But when he stood there, he looked like a boss, without a single flaw.

"If you don't attack soon, I'm going to launch my own attack!"

Seeing John staring intently at him, looking incredibly stressed, Flitwick continued to tease him.

He made a gesture as if to wave his wand and launch an attack.

John's eyes narrowed as he caught the moment Professor Flitwick swung his wand, and he swiftly unleashed a Levitation Charm in an attempt to interrupt Flitwick's movement.

However, John's little schemes seemed so naive in the face of Professor Flitwick.

His gesture of waving his wand suddenly changed, and a spark appeared at John's feet.

John's expression changed, but it was too late.

Bang!

John was thrown back by the sparks and staggered a few steps before regaining his balance.

Professor Flitwick clearly stopped himself this time, and John was not hurt.

Unbelievable.

It can instantly change a spell, and with perfect precision and power.

John felt increasingly impressed by Professor Flitwick's power.

"Don't let your guard down, John. Sometimes your opponent will deliberately expose weaknesses to you. Don't abandon your defense unless absolutely necessary."

Professor Flitwick said very seriously.

"I understand, Professor."

John nodded, then assumed his stance once more, ready to make one last desperate attempt.

Since we can't find any flaws in Professor Flitwick's argument, we can only try to create them.

John took a deep breath, suddenly pulled a cloth bag from his pocket, and threw it directly into the air.

A dozen or so small pebbles were scattered from the cloth bag.

Professor Flitwick was also taken aback by John's actions.

John then waved his wand and unleashed a powerful wind spell, instantly transforming the pebbles into arrows that shot towards Professor Flitwick.

The professor quickly swung his cane, forming a barrier.

However, John did not stop, and quickly cast the spell again.

Of the dozen or so pebbles, the three at the very front were deformed into sharp drill-like shapes.

The dozen or so pebbles that followed suddenly became much larger, but their speed remained unchanged, like a small meteor shower.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sharp drill bit struck the barrier hard, producing a piercing screeching sound.

Professor Flitwick underestimated the penetrating power of the stones, and the defensive barrier did not increase its resistance to penetration. The barrier was instantly cracked by the drill bit.

A dozen or so huge pebbles followed, slamming into the barrier. The cracks widened rapidly, and finally, with a loud "bang," the barrier shattered.

Professor Flitwick swayed slightly, barely dodging the attack from the rain of stones.

John's eyes flashed, and he seized the opportunity.

He waved his wand again, unleashing a knockback spell that aimed directly at Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick quickly regained his balance, a smile still playing on his lips, showing no sign of panic.

The next moment, John's body suddenly stopped.

An invisible force bound him tightly, rendering him unable to move.

John's knockback spell dissipated in mid-air and did not hit Professor Flitwick.

"A brilliant attack, John, but don't underestimate your opponent. They won't just stand there and wait for your attack to land."

Professor Flitwick waved his hand gently, releasing the binding spell, and John immediately felt a lightness in his body.

"I've learned a lot, Professor."

John sat down on the dueling platform and said with a wry smile.

"Haha, don't be discouraged, John, you're already amazing."

Professor Flitwick walked over, patted John on the shoulder with a smile, and said...

John's spell learning progressed rapidly over the past month, and he has already completed the first-year curriculum.

So, starting two weeks ago, Professor Flitwick began teaching John how to duel and how to master practical combat skills.

And so he naturally became John's sparring partner.

They chose to train every morning.

The early morning is the time when life is at its most vibrant.

In Professor Flitwick's words, training at this time can be twice as effective.

It can also inspire his enthusiasm for learning throughout the day.

"Alright, it's about time. Let's go back."

Professor Flitwick put away his wand and clapped his hands.

John stood up, stretched his aching arms, and followed Professor Flitwick off the dueling platform.

With a wave of his hand, Professor Flitwick's dueling platform vanished, turning into an ordinary-looking large rock.

That's right, even their dueling ring was transformed by Professor Flitwick.

While maintaining a transformation spell, he utterly tormented John, leaving him helpless.

......

When John returned to the dormitory, Ryan and Ethan had just woken up.

"Good morning, John. You got called in by Professor Flitwick to get a beating again today."

Ryan yawned and greeted him as he spoke.

They also knew about John's training with Professor Flitwick.

However, instead of envying him, they pitied John for having to get up early to get beaten up.

Unlike them, who can sleep until now and eat comfortably.

John smiled helplessly.

"I wouldn't say I got beaten up, I'm just a little tired."

Ethan jokingly added, "John, when you become a dueling master, you'll have to protect us."

Bao's brother, Bao's.

After John washed up and changed his clothes, the three of them went to the Great Hall together.

The Great Hall was bustling with activity; a major event was taking place this week.

Well, it's not a big deal.

Hogsmeade was very thoughtful.

The most excited were the third-year students, because they could finally go to Hogsmeade Village.

I had long heard that Hogsmeade Village had many interesting magical shops, snack shops, tea houses, bars, and the legendary Screaming Shack.

However, John and his companions were not envious.

Because they had already planned it out, on the day the upperclassmen went to Hogsmeade, when the school was least crowded.

They sneaked into the secret passage of the Willow Tree and went to their secret base.

They haven't been to the secret base even once since John shared it with them last time.

John didn't go either, because it would take an hour to go back and forth, which was too inconvenient.

But John would throw all the prepared food into the secret passage of the Willow Tree every day.

Just have Big Orange call Little Black into the secret passage to eat.

For some reason, Xiao Hei refused to leave the secret passage, as if he was afraid of being discovered by something.

But John didn't think much of it.

The guess is that perhaps some inconsiderate little wizard bullied Little Black, causing Little Black to have psychological trauma and be afraid to come out.

This also explains why Blackie was so wary of the wand when I gave it a bath last time.