Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Mike also stared blankly at the stage where most of it had disappeared. He only felt that his temples were jumping non-stop, and a burst of excitement emerged from the depths of his heart.

"So fierce? If this can be turned into a regular spell, wouldn't it be invincible?"

Professor Flitwick seemed to see what Mike was thinking, and looked at Mike worriedly but didn't say anything.

The others around them started talking after they reacted. Several students who advocated strength were even a little excited, and they were excitedly discussing the variant usage of the flame spell with their companions.

The fire spell that Mike just used is definitely the most powerful fire spell that young wizards of their age have ever seen. It is foreseeable that a wave of research on fire spells will sweep across Hogwarts after today.

Cedric still slumped on the ground and looked at the stage like Mike, his body trembling slightly showed his inner restlessness.

According to this power, if he was still on the stage when the fireball exploded just now, he should have been blown up by now, right?

Although he knew that Professor Flitwick's safety was absolutely guaranteed, Cedric felt a palpitations.

The few Hufflepuff students who had encouraged Cedric to come to the stage to duel with Mike also reacted at this moment, and hurriedly stepped forward to lift Cedric from the ground, and at the same time asked him if he was injured.

One of them also carefully wanted to pat the floating soil on his body, but it was doomed to be futile. At this moment, the neat school uniform robe on Cedric had long been burned into holes. Those burned out The scorch marks can't be photographed at all.

Cedric, who was in a trance, couldn't answer their questions accurately at all. In desperation, the Hufflepuff students had to carry him to the infirmary. Before leaving, they gave Mike an angry look.

Mike stood up from the ground, his eyes still firmly locked on the stage, and he didn't notice Cedric's departure at all.

"Are you all right, do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Mike recovered when Professor Flitwick's voice came.

Looking down at his body, Mike replied in a still trembling voice: "No, I just lost my strength."

Mike didn't lie. At the moment, Mike looked much better than Cedric in appearance. At least his robe was still intact, and his hairstyle didn't turn into an afro.

In the duel just now, Mike was the attacker most of the time, and Cedric's few attacks were all resolved by him. The only stain on his body was when he climbed into the pothole after placing the last fireball.

"Anyway, let's get out of here first." Professor Flitwick looked at the people who were still talking and motioned for Mike to leave the auditorium with him.

And Mike didn't refuse, and walked out obediently. In the auditorium, only Lockhart, who was devastated, was comforting the excited little wizards. Flitwick ran away, and he alone could not repair the stage that had changed beyond recognition. , the next duel can no longer go on.

With a flash of inspiration, Lockhart thought of a solution, and ordered Hermione and other dueling club staff to move the long table that had been moved elsewhere to the auditorium, and spread purple sackcloth on the table. A round of duels takes place at the long table.

Mike followed Professor Flitwick through Hogwarts Castle, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

Finally, Professor Flitwick stopped when he came to an unoccupied corner. Mike, who was thinking about turning the fireball into a regular spell just now, almost stopped the car and hit him.

"Do you know how dangerous it was just now, you almost died on stage!" Mike scolded Professor Flitwick as soon as he stood firm.

Professor Flitwick's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being heard by others, but Mike could still hear the monstrous anger in his voice.

"I'm sorry Dean, I will never use that spell in a duel in the future, I just don't want to disappoint you.

"Mike did not choose to defend, but resolutely bowed his head to admit his mistake, and his attitude was quite sincere.

Although Mike knew that under the protection of Professor Flitwick, he and Cedric would never be injured by the explosion, but this was obviously not the time to say such things. It was indeed his fault this time, and he underestimated the power of that fireball.

"Wrong! That's not what I'm talking about! Your fireball doesn't fly fast, it's easy for me to save you!" Professor Flitwick was even more angry when he heard the words, "I'm talking about why I take the risk to forcibly increase the power of the fireball, you know I don't know that the fireball will explode at the tip of your staff just now if you can't get it right? Even I can't save you at such a close distance! It's a shame that I always thought you were a smart child, so you are also an idiot !"

He seemed to think that he was saying too much. Before Mike could answer Professor Flitwick, he slowed down and continued: "I'm sorry, I said too much. But what you did before was too dangerous. I'm going to be a great wizard, which I can foresee now. You don't have to be impatient, just take it step by step. Promise me, boy. Don't do that again."

Flitwick's last warm words, like the warm sun in winter, quickly dissolved the grievances that had arisen in Mike's heart because of Flitwick's previous words, leaving only warmth.

"I promise you, and thank you, Dean."

Thousands of words turned into such a simple thank you, Mike's words made the emotional Professor Flitwick's eyes red.

"You stinky boy, thank you." With a light punch on Mike's arm, Professor Flitwick wiped the corners of his eyes and said in a choked voice, "Okay, it's okay to listen to this old man nagging me for so long. It's getting late, you have just gone through such a fierce duel, you must be tired, go and rest."

Mike bowed to Flitwick to say goodbye, but was stopped by Professor Flitwick just as he was about to leave.

"By the way! This is your first victory in a formal wizard duel. According to tradition, you have to celebrate." Professor Flitwick slapped his forehead and said with a smile, "Well, tomorrow is Saturday. , in order to celebrate your victory over a powerful enemy, how about coming to my office for a big dinner tomorrow?"

Mike agreed with a smile, and then walked towards the Ravenclaw lounge under Professor Flitwick's gaze.

When he came to the bedroom, Mike threw his tired body onto the bed. Hearing the creaking sound of the bed board, Mike's heart slowly calmed down, and a serious problem emerged.

How to beat Cedric?

As Professor Flitwick said, today's victory is largely due to luck, so how can I defeat Cedric, who is like a turtle?

Mike thought hard for a long time but did not come up with a solution, and finally fell asleep in a daze under the erosion of sleepiness.