I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 102 Professor Flitwick, the Warrior of Ravenclaw

High-level masters can often pull their opponents into their own rhythm, or even into their traps.

Clearly, Professor Flitwick is an expert in this area and truly deserves the title of dueling master.

It's like competing against a high school math teacher who's taught math his whole life in a trigonometric function contest.

In terms of conventional spells, Professor Flitwick is even stronger than Dumbledore.

"How does it feel!" The professor gently pointed his wand, thus dispelling Owen's petrification effect.

"How does it feel?" Owen took a few breaths while holding his wand, then said somewhat defiantly, "Professor, I'm going to cast a little bit of illegal magic."

"Oh!" Professor Flitwick's gaze was steady, his hawk-like eyes scanning Owen up and down. "Alright."

He wanted to see where Irving's limits really lay.

"Ultimate protection!"

"The Ultimate Guardian!"

"Ultimate armor to protect you!"

Owen raised his wand and lightly touched his robes.

This is an enchantment he developed using the properties of ancient magic; it can attach to the surface of objects and resist some spell damage.

Its duration is short and it cannot be defended against. Powerful dark magic such as Fiendfire and Death Curse are somewhat useless to him, but they are very suitable for duels.

Because the use of death curses and dark magic is not allowed in wizard duels.

"Let's begin, Professor."

A small, dark-skinned man politely reminded him.

Then he pointed the wand at his right palm, and in an instant, purple light burst forth, and powerful magic transformed into a bright light, appearing at the tip of his wand.

He took a small step back, swung his right arm sharply, and pushed the wand out like a bowling ball.

In an instant, the purple light, like a winding dragon, carrying an aura of destruction, surged wildly toward Professor Flitwick.

That was—ancient magic.

Moreover, the destructive magic contained within it made even this well-informed professor of spells somewhat apprehensive. However, as a former dueling champion, when faced with this unknown spell, he instinctively did not defend himself, but instead used his physical advantage to dodge to the side.

"boom!"

A huge explosion followed.

It is the wall behind the stage in the auditorium.

The entire wall was blasted into pieces by Owen's magic.

A huge gap appeared, and the wind from the mountains poured in relentlessly.

Then—a smile appeared on Irving's lips.

Open your arms naturally.

The flying fragments trembled slightly, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into tiny, sharp swords.

Then, he swung his wand sharply downwards.

Countless sharp swords, like shooting stars streaking across the sky, hurtled madly toward Professor Flitwick.

"It's you I choose!" With that, Owen flung his cloak open once more.

In the pocket of the shirt, cabbages grow from small to large—a throwing technique—a green bowling ball with moving teeth.

This is not over yet.

After throwing out four or five biting cabbages, he suddenly pointed his wand upwards, shouting, "Lightning Storm!!!"

A cloud of mist quickly gathered above the auditorium.

The white thunderclaps were like dancing sparks, which danced and intertwined with each other before converging and condensing into a thick bolt of lightning that crashed down from the sky and surged toward Professor Flitwick.

敲~

My spellcasting animation is a whopping five hundred words long; I bet you'll be in for a world of hurt.

Three attacks: a spell, a transformation, and a magical plant.

The three major styles shone brightly in Irving's hands.

If he weren't only a second-year student, there would definitely be plenty of magical creatures. Then, the four major schools of thought would sweep across the land. Who could possibly defeat him!

Unfortunately—when will my gluttonous Sirocco finally grow up?

"Roar!" A hint of excitement flashed in Professor Flitwick's eyes.

Since coming to teach at Hogwarts.

For many years, he had never felt his blood boil again.

Sometimes he misses the time when he was young and made a name for himself in Europe, a time that was tough, with people challenging him every day.

But the kind of pleasure that comes from beating up others is something that ordinary people can hardly experience.

Don't be fooled by Professor Frivy's short stature and elegant figure.

Back when he was sorted into the House, he almost made it into Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall was similar; she almost got into Ravenclaw.

Years later, when Professor McGonagall was dealing with the mischievous young wizards of Gryffindor, she would still joke with Professor Flitwick that if they had gone to each other's houses, Professor Flitwick would be the one in pain now.

On the dueling stage.

The three major schools of magic shone as brightly as a giant searchlight.

The photo made Professor Frivi, dressed in an elegant evening gown, shine.

His slender figure resembled a boulder before the ocean waves, his leisurely steps exuding unparalleled confidence and the aura of a powerful figure.

The magic wand in his hand is like a conductor's baton; countless spells are merely notes on his musical score.

All the tones had to follow his will.

Professor Flitwick's eyes were remarkably bright.

It's as if that former dueling prodigy has returned.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Irving could even see the lightning of reality flashing in the professor's pupils.

Suddenly, he moved.

Facing the dazzling curse, they were like warriors undaunted by the storm.

At that moment, the strong wind blowing in from the gap blinded Owen, and in a daze, Professor Felix Frivey appeared incredibly tall in his eyes.

He recalled a poem, Fate whispered to the warrior: You cannot withstand the storm.

The Warriors responded in a low voice: I am the storm!!!

A sound like a round mirror shattering rang out, and time suddenly began to flow again.

At the critical moment, Professor Flitwick deftly extended his wand and drew a golden barrier centered on himself.

"All curses have ended!!!"

The shimmering gold threads gripped the swords tightly and tamed the lightning.

As for the non-cursed biting cabbage...

He raised his wand, and the next second, blue armor materialized from nothingness, the magic transforming into a knight clad in armor.

The noble knight drew his longsword from his waist and swung it with all his might.

With a single sword strike, he cleaved that cute little thing in two!

Now it was time for the professor to retaliate.

The purple carpet, dotted with stars, is witnessing a valiant warrior relentlessly charging forward.

The first principle of wizard duels is to always face your enemy squarely.

Forward, by any means necessary.

Wisdom is your wings; it can carry you to greater heights!

Courage is the sharp sword that allows you to defeat your enemies. Only by holding the belief in victory in your heart can you be invincible.

This is the essence of wizard duels: never be afraid!

"The strength is relaxed."

"There are many obstacles."

"Flying sand and stones."

He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"They'll all turn to petrification."

Professor Flitwick walks on a carpet dotted with stars.

The high-frequency swinging motion in the hand.

One spell after another was unleashed.

His relentless approach caused the young wizards watching nearby to feel their blood boil!

This moment—glory belongs to Ravenclaw!

Ah! Ravenclaw, the white moonlight in my heart.

(End of this chapter)