Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Professor Flitwick looked at William with a deep bewilderment, as if he wanted to see something on his face.

This soaring combat power is definitely not normal.

The first element of the battle is not to be distracted, which he taught William on the first day.

But Professor Flitwick must be distracted for a while to ease the horror in his heart.

Not to mention the first-year little wizards, they are many students who are about to graduate. They just stand in place like a baboon, waving their wands indiscriminately, and don't understand the essence of wizard fighting.

For that kind of wizard, Professor Flitwick can solve a large piece of it with one move.

William's fighting style, although limited by his age, is still very immature on the whole, but he is already a beginner.

Professor Flitwick will be distracted during training, but William will not. The countless beatings reminded him that distracted will be miserable.

William's feet kept resting, his wand spinning, and eight panes of glass exploded like a snowball.

"Ten thousand bullets!"

The glass condensed into countless spikes and shot out like bullets, and soon the debris occupied most of the classroom space.

Although Professor Flivy was distracted, his combat experience was so rich. After suffering the first round of blows, his right wrist shook subconsciously.

The classroom creaked without warning, and his wand tilted upwards, as if he had fished a giant deep-sea whale, and suddenly hit the group of glass in the air.

William secretly said that it was not good, and tried his best to retreat, stepping on a series of small messy steps under his feet. When he was about to retreat to the edge of the classroom, he finally stabilized his figure and swallowed a bit of blood back into his stomach, but the wand in his hand did not tremble.

Professor Flitwick was not eager to pursue, but stayed still.

This is the accident mentioned earlier. When Professor Flivy was distracted, his subconscious reaction was magic with great power. This kind of rebound caused William to suffer a lot of harm.

After a while, Professor Fliviy asked excitedly: "I gave you a 30-second break. Do you still fight?"

William held the wand in his right hand and nodded fiercely. All he needed was this kind of training.

He doesn't think that if you put a spell, I have a spell on Bo, what fighting master can be practiced.

Professor Flitwick who saw this situation showed an appreciative smile on his mouth.

"William, your strength is beyond my imagination, then I will not treat you as a child."

William didn't answer, and he didn't want to sprint again. The training achievements in the past month were vivid and vivid, but his curse was lightly dismissed by Professor Flivy.

Professor Flitwick seems to be deliberately looking at how much he can do, fully defending, and wanting to wait for the moment when his magic is exhausted, and decide the outcome decisively.

This torture is like a magic wand pointed to the head, but the person under the wand is not allowed to breathe.

But an accident happened.

This is not a classroom used for combat. The load-bearing beam of the room was hit by a magical arrow cast by Flivi after several times, and then it was hit by a magical arrow by Flivi. The crack of the meter.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the beam moving slightly, and William knew that he was not good, and forced to suppress the impulse to counterattack, retreating again and again.

Professor Flitwick’s second wave of arrows had already been shot like a thousand arrows.

The wind suddenly rose, and countless arrows gathered in a certain direction at once, forming a posture of worship, as if all the magic power was drawn.

Dumbledore floated out, indescribably elegant.

He casually "grabbed" William's wand and pointed it slightly after standing still. The cracks in the beam of the classroom immediately recovered as before, and the surrounding damage was also intact, as if there had never been a battle.

Dumbledore stood between William and Flitwick, his purple robe bulged and swelled like a ball, abruptly receiving the impact of countless magical arrows.

With the pair of black boot-toe shoes as the center of the circle at his feet, a circle of ripples waved, dust billowing, and his beard floating, but the old man's burly figure remained motionless.The magic flow in the robe did not decay, but was full and expanded again.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry, I just went too far." Professor Flitwick quickly apologized.

Dumbledore smiled gently, his hands drooping, and his windless robe was slowly quiet. He returned his wand to William and stood quietly beside him.Yunxuange www.yunxuange.org

"Felius, I have been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be here."

"Professor, has something happened?"

"Well, a child died at Ravenclaw College."

Dumbledore said sadly.

"What, how could it be possible." Professor Flivy's hands trembled suddenly and his voice became sharp.

Dumbledore quickly explained the situation again, without avoiding William in the slightest.

"Who did it?" For a while, Professor Flivy shed tears.

"It's not clear yet," Dumbledore said."You go to Ravenclaw College now to maintain order."

"Okay." Professor Flivy stepped on short legs quickly and ran out.

But after running without two steps, he turned around and said, "William, let's go, you also follow me back to Ravenclaw College, it's too dangerous outside."

William and Dumbledore spoke at the same time.

"I have something to tell the principal."

"I have something to ask William."

Professor Flitwick left without knowing why, Dumbledore looked at William with a pair of blue pupils.

"William, your dark magic defense skills are very adept."

"Of course, Professor, I have been training with Professor Flitwick for more than a month." William said happily.

William lifted his right hand and gave Professor Dumbledore a glance at the bronze ring on his index finger.

Dumbledore was shaking his hands, and he recognized the ring quickly. He thought a little and understood everything, without William needing to repeat it.

To be honest, this kind of scene has been seen more times. The previous few times when I saw the face of the principal, William would still find it funny, but now it only feels scary.

Dumbledore is terrible.

Obviously Robert had just died, and Professor Tywin's body may not have been found at this point, but with a word from William, he could quickly understand everything.

It was as if Dumbledore knew everything.

But he is in a loop, and he has no memory either.

William even felt that Dumbledore might have had a general guess before Tywin's death, but he just kept letting it go, waiting for the final arrival.

Although speaking with this kind of intelligence close to the monster, you have to be cautious. Dumbledore's most terrifying thing is definitely not combat power. It's just icing on the cake. His best is his IQ.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and finally asked, "Then what are you going to do next?"

William thought for a while and said: "According to the plan, I need to go and study Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall in the afternoon, so..."

"I will tell Professor McGonagall." Professor Dumbledore nodded.

Dumbledore will go to the Ministry of Magic and it is impossible to stay at the school, and Professor McGonagall will temporarily manage the school. Without Dumbledore's message, she would never have been able to teach William Transfiguration at this special time.

William turned and walked out of the classroom.

"William," Dumbledore's voice sounded, "I should have told you before?"

"Every time, for a greater goal!"

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