A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 78 Flitwick Discusses Wizards Over Wine

As William walked out the door, Robert was touching his flushed face with a lewd grin.

Marietta just peeked at him to confirm whether William's "prophecy" was true.

This was something Robert, a voice-obsessed shut-in, couldn't resist; he thought his spring had finally arrived.

Three great illusions in life: She likes me!

William ignored Robert; he could still be resurrected, so he might as well enjoy death for now.

Anyway, you get used to dying eventually.

Professor Flitwick's office was on the fourth floor. William avoided the crowd, found a deserted path, and easily arrived at the door.

Before William fell into the cycle, he gave Robert a bottle of the Water of Life and Death, wanting to test its effects.

After Robert's death, he was brought to Professor Flitwick's office.

On that same day, William found Ravenclaw's bronze ring in the Room of Requirement.

William suddenly realized something: if he went to the House of Requirement again after Tywin's death, would he still be able to find the ring?

William was absolutely certain it would work!

However, he has already fallen into a time loop, and the ring will definitely disappear after dawn, since everything will eventually return to its origin.

William knocked on the door, and Professor Flitwick opened it. He looked up at William and asked with a puzzled expression, "What is it, Mr. Stark? What brings you here now?"

"There are some academic questions that I feel only you, Professor, can answer, so I would like to ask you for your guidance," William said respectfully.

Professor Flitwick laughed so hard his beard trembled; he still really enjoyed hearing his students' compliments.

"Ask now?" Professor Flitwick smiled and stepped aside, saying cheerfully, "Alright then, come in, child."

Professor Flitwick was having breakfast in his office, from where he could see the Quidditch pitch.

Hagrid was still working hard on the heavy lifting; Professor McGonagall was making a lion cub for Gryffindor; Mrs. Hooch was checking the facilities for safety.

"William, why didn't you go to watch the game?" Professor Flitwick asked gently after the two sat down.

"No, that kind of thing is nothing compared to learning knowledge!"

William remembered Dumbledore's words about "a greater goal," and he was now moving towards that goal.

"Besides, Professor, you didn't go either, did you?"

"Hmm—we can see the competition from here too." Professor Flitwick sighed. "The finals are always against other colleges, so I guess we won't go to the stadium."

This year is alright, the finals are Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. If it were Slytherin, he would probably be ridiculed by Snape for another year.

Although Snape was not a talkative man, he was absolutely skilled at being sarcastic and sarcastic.

For example, when Slytherin won the Quidditch Championship last year, Snape reprimanded the Slytherin Quidditch captain in front of several heads of the house, saying that they had gotten him another trophy and that his office was overflowing with them.

It's also going to be given to Frivi so he can take it back and touch it...

"By the way, have you eaten?" Flitwick asked, putting aside his sad thoughts.

"No, Professor."

"Then that means we need more food." Professor Flitwick blinked and waved his wand.

A plate of turkey sandwiches, flatbread, and rum-soaked jam pudding appeared on the table.

"Black tea, milk, coffee, or...?"

"Black tea, Professor."

Flitwick snapped his fingers, and a steaming cup of black tea appeared out of thin air in front of William.

William was completely captivated by this move.

Seeing William's interest, Professor Flitwick picked up a sandwich and chuckled, "This isn't food created using Transfiguration."

"Isn't that right?"

Flitwick handed William a flatbread and said, "You're only a first-year student. Professor McGonagall hasn't introduced you to this knowledge yet."

Food is one of the five exceptions to Gump's Transfiguration Laws. Wizards cannot conjure food out of thin air, nor can they turn other things into food. Even if you eat it, you won't absorb any nutrients; instead, you'll suffer from indigestion.

"How did these foods appear?"

"The house-elf was cooked and then teleported here using a 'Transfer Charm,' but I used a wandless spell for that 'Transfer Charm' just now."

The two didn't seem to be having breakfast or attending a class; it was more like a seminar where they discussed, debated, and asked questions together.

Professor Flitwick would ask the students about their stories, while William sought the answers he wanted.

William enjoys this method very much; he finds it particularly relaxing and fun.

This breakfast took more than forty minutes in total. After estimating the time, William quickly asked:

"Professor, you might say I'm being unrealistic, but I want to develop a long-term study plan for the next few years."

William explained his current learning progress.

Professor Flitwick pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "William, your learning in spells and defense against the dark magic has far exceeded my expectations."

I know you're very talented, but here's the crucial point: just because you can cast a spell doesn't mean you've truly mastered it.

William nodded quickly. He had learned a lot of knowledge in college in his previous life, but he could only solve problems and could not apply it in practice.

Professor Flitwick continued, "Let me start with the course on Charms. It is undoubtedly the foundation, serving all magic without a doubt."

"The magic spell must ultimately be applied to life, and the best practice is to use it constantly in life."

Many young wizards learn spells very well, but after a holiday without using them, they forget them completely. Seven years later, they have forgotten even the most basic spells.

My advice is to use spells all the time, and if you can do something with magic, don't use your hands.

When you can use magic to replace the functions of your limbs, you become a master of spells.

This is my suggestion.

William seemed to understand something; he felt that Frivi's words made sense.

His English teacher in his previous life told him that the best way to learn a language is to use it in daily life, rather than taking tests.

These are all analogies.

"By the way, William," Professor Flitwick said seriously, taking a sip of his beer, "you could try having a doll dance ballet across a table sometime soon."

I find this very interesting; maybe it's our final exam?

Professor Flitwick winked mischievously, and William smiled as well.

Does this count as an explicit statement?

These are the perks of being a top student.

After breakfast, the two seamlessly transitioned into "morning tea".

"What is our goal in studying Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Professor Flitwick spoke with great enthusiasm, spitting as he discussed current affairs.

"For the sake of fighting, of course!"

Before William could answer, Professor Flitwick spoke for himself.

"No matter how many spells you know, they are useless if you can't use them in actual combat."

My advice is to find a master of martial arts for training.

William frowned, wondering who he should contact.

Professor Flitwick took a big gulp of beer, slammed it on the table, and laughed loudly, "Kid, never forget that I am the champion of the fighting tournament."

Not to brag, but when it comes to real-world combat, very few people from this school can last more than a few rounds against me.

After a few beers, Professor Flitwick seemed a little drunk, completely unlike his usual humble self.

Slightly drunk, he took William's hand and began to "discuss wizards over wine."

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