I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 103 The Baboon Wielding a Magic Wand

"Merlin's beard!"

"Is this... is this Professor Flitwick's true power?"

"The dean is so handsome! Go, dean!"

"Long live Ravenclaw! Long live Ravenclaw!!! L('ω')┘三└('ω')"

The colorful spells kept stimulating the nerves of the young wizards present.

Especially the arrogant students of Takahashi Academy.

Normally, they would disdain communicating with people of low intelligence, but now they were shouting even more frantically than Gryffindor.

If you didn't see their house badges, you'd think they were Gryffindors!

Unlike Owen's exaggerated ancient magic, Professor Flitwick's magic all comes from "Standard Charms." From him, you can instantly understand why those once-powerful ancient spells have been replaced by modern spells with lower lethality.

Because it's convenient. Compared to Owen, who needs a long time to gather his magic, Flitwick's spells can be released almost instantly.

He cast the spell too quickly.

Within five seconds, the professor unleashed over a dozen spells. Each spell worked in conjunction with the previous one and the next.

Those tricky angles are something ordinary wizards simply can't handle.

Compared to the unstoppable Ravenclaw, Irving is having a tough time.

Although he is strong, he is not strong enough.

Faced with so many spells, he hadn't even figured out how to break the previous one when the next one shot at him.

Helpless, he could only force himself to endure the armor spell.

But this put him at an even greater disadvantage, and in the blink of an eye, a large gash was torn in his armor.

Professor Flitwick raised his hand, and the tricky spell struck him through the opening.

Ouch! That hurts!

Tears welled up in my eyes (^).

Damn it, is your magic spell cruise missiles?

Point and shoot!

Waaaaaah ┭┮﹏┭┮!

Irving is now absolutely certain that Professor Flitwick, just like Snape, did it on purpose!

What kind of assistant!

I just want to beat him up!

Having understood this principle, he took advantage of Professor Flitwick's slight hesitation at the moment he struck him.

Irving promptly slid to his knees, shouting, "I surrender! I lost! Stop hitting the professor!"

He raised his French military salute, then looked down at the Ravenclaw dueling master with a wronged expression.

Hey!

Is it shameful?

Anyway, he didn't feel anything.

There's nothing shameful about losing to your teacher.

"Cough cough."

Seeing this, Professor Flitwick put away his wand with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

That's gone a bit too far.

He had long heard of Irving's abilities.

Dumbledore told him.

As for why a twelve-year-old wizard possesses so many dangerous ancient spells, even the Unforgivable Curse.

Whenever he asked this question, Dumbledore would look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his expression instantly turning melancholy.

It was as if someone had rubbed salt into his wound.

But in any case, Irving was his student, and in some ways, his best student.

He was so harsh on his own students.

The professor, with his kind heart, felt a little guilty.

Then—then he saw a smug glint in Irving's feigned aggrieved eyes.

See, that's how the professors at Hogwarts are; they soften up as soon as I cry.

Wahaha!

I absolutely love this place.

Seeing Owen suddenly become so radiant, Professor Flitwick was furious. He then said sternly in a low voice, "Go, fix that wall!"

"No food until it's fixed!"

"Thank goodness!" Owen, now granted a pardon, immediately scurried off the dueling stage and headed towards the podium.

The professors were at a loss for words, finding the child both amusing and exasperating.

On the one hand, Irving is indeed a bad seed, but on the other hand, he is genuinely bad.

Unlike Tom back then, he was good at disguising himself.

Irving will reveal a part of his true self, which is perhaps why Dumbledore still likes him despite him causing trouble everywhere.

"Alright." Professor Flitwick raised his wand, and a small firework shot into the sky with a "bang."

The sound pulled the young wizards back to reality.

"You should have learned a lot just now. But I must say, you will never learn to fight by watching others duel. Now, I will invite two young wizards to the stage."

"Roger Davis, Oliver Wood, you two come up here."

Roger Davis, the new captain of Ravenclaw Quidditch, trains very hard. Although this year's Quidditch tournament was not held as usual, it is clear that Professor Flitwick has high expectations for him.

As for Wood, there's no need to say more.

The famous wooden captain of Gryffindor. The best Quidditch captain.

Surrounded by crowds from their respective colleges, the two were practically pushed onto the stage.

"Next, we will teach you a standard spell, the disarming spell."

"You two move away from each other and then try to cast the Disarming Charm," Professor Flitwick said, pointing at the two boys.

Two sixth-grade wizards, of course they know the Disarming Charm.

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But not many people know how.

You can successfully cast the spell, but don't expect it to be very lethal.

This is certainly because the Defence Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts change every year, and their levels of expertise vary.

Ultimately, it comes down to the fact that the young wizards are too lazy. In peacetime, people have very little desire to learn offensive magic.

Wood and Roger Davis stood at opposite ends of the stage.

The two bowed to each other.

Then, at Professor Flitwick's behest, the duel began.

Davis made the first move; after all, he had been trained by Professor Flitwick (after the college war incident last semester) and still had some strength.

He swung his wand rapidly and dramatically. "Expelliarmus!"

A red spell streaked through the air, grazing Wood's right shoulder.

Wood snapped out of his initial shock and quickly raised his wand, sending the same red spell flying from its tip.

"Disarm you!"

The red light struck Davis squarely in the abdomen, knocking him back several steps, but it did not disarm him.

The two then engaged in a point-blank duel. Red wands flew out from around them, some even hitting a Slytherin boy who was watching.

"That's enough!"

Seeing his students injured, Snape could no longer contain himself.

He walked onto the dueling stage with a gloomy expression and spoke coldly.

As he spoke, he swiftly waved his wand, neutralizing a spell aimed at him.

"It seems that your understanding of dueling is nothing more than foolishly waving your wands like brainless trolls."

"What are you doing? Are you baboons with magic wands?"

Snape mocked in various ways: "Are you brainless? Don't you know how to run and dodge?"

I wanted to go to Ravenclaw, but the official website assigned me to Gryffindor. Okay~_~ I want to declare that I am definitely not a reckless person.

(End of this chapter)