Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Flitwick sat down and waved to Harry: "You rely too much on the sword."

"Although your tactics are cleverly arranged and have some effects, but...you can see it in the end."

"I don't even have to use my brain to think about what you're going to do."

"Just make sure you can't get close to me."

Harry sat down too, nodding in agreement.

Although besides his age, he didn't take any potions or wear magic armor...

But even if I am in my thirties, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with Flitwick.

For people who also master magic, wizards are much more difficult to deal with than warlocks. Their treacherous spellcasting ability, extremely fast casting speed, and the combination of multiple spells make it difficult for them to take the first step in battle—this is what Flitwick said. , close to him.

"That's not a bad thing." Flitwick continued, "Many wizards don't have the ability to fight in close quarters, including Dumbledore."

"If we are approached, we are like little lambs to be slaughtered for you."

Harry said blankly, "Then I should really expect Professor Snape to stuff a few bezoars in your heads."

"Snape might be able to do it." Flitwick joked, "but he won't help you."

"So Harry, do you know what you're supposed to do now?"

Harry lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand: "I should be familiar with the way wizards fight."

Flitwick clapped his hands: "That's right!"

"You have an advantage over us."

"We need to seize that fleeting opportunity in a complicated battle, and use a spell to make a final decision!"

"But you are different. As long as you can get close to your opponent, then you will win."

Harry stood up: "Come on, Professor!"

Flitwick was taken aback: "Don't you need to take a rest?"

"I've already rested." Harry said seriously.

Flitwick also stood up: "Okay, let's continue, let's try the wizard's battle this time."

This time, Harry lasted even shorter than the first time.

With a transformation spell, the transformed stone statue captured him firmly.

five minutes later.

"Professor, continue!"

Another five minutes later.

"Professor, come again!"

"Come again!"

"I have rested, come again."

until dark.

Harry was still full of enthusiasm and energy, and his progress was obvious. He had been able to hold out under Flitwick's hands for more than twenty minutes. When the two were closest, his fist could even brush against the tip of Flitwick's nose.

Flitwick was exhausted.

He looked at Harry, full of doubts - obviously he was only a twelve-year-old wizard, how could he have so much energy.

"Professor, let's do it again, the last time." Harry summed up the experience just now, looked at Flitwick, eager to try, "It's really the last time."

Flitwick waved his hands wearily: "Harry, it's already dark, let's rest."

This was the seventh time he had heard Harry say "the last", and he was numb.

He is really dying.

Harry replied disappointedly: "Oh, okay."

Seeing Harry answering, Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, I mean...you are only twelve years old, you have to pay attention to your body, little wizards need to develop."

"Professor, I think I'll grow at least six feet," Harry replied.

Flitwick kicked over immediately: "Brat, where are you looking?"

Harry shook his head: "I don't mean anything else."

Flitwick was resentful, and kicked again: "From now on, there will be a practical class like this once a week, and in the rest of the time, I will teach you some spells."

"Only once a week?" Harry asked, "Could it be more, at least once every two days."

Flitwick refused decisively: "No, once a week."

"Once every two days, I should fall apart."

He originally planned to do the same as Harry's, to have practical lessons every two days—every duelist master improved his level through countless times of practice.

But he had miscalculated the extent to which Harry was like a wolf and a tiger.

Can't bear it, really can't bear it.

Harry regretfully complied.

Unlike Professor Flitwick in the classroom, he is more cute and less stable in private, and he does not teach in the order of second and third grades like Professor McGonagall.

It seems a bit wild.

Often it is a spell that drives a chain of spells.

For example, clear water is like a spring, accompanied by a series of spells such as the Freezing Curse and the Fire Curse, which can form a set of tactics.

Flitwick was not only teaching spells, but also imparting dueling experience.

Harry hungered for this knowledge like a sponge, and as he grew fuller, Professor Flitwick grew thinner.

to the first day of August.

Hogwarts message.

The old-fashioned content, school starts on September 1st, and it is equipped with the book list used by the second grade.

What Harry cares most about is Defense Against the Dark Arts. He has long felt how much growth an excellent professor can bring to him.

But don't be like Quirrell...

Open the book list.

When I saw the textbooks needed for Defense Against the Dark Arts, I couldn't help being stunned for a moment—seven books, a total of seven books, and the authors were all by the same person.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Lockhart?" Harry frowned. "Who is he?"

"A flamboyant, conceited, person who can only talk big. I wish I could throw him to Gryffindor." Flitwick gritted his teeth, clenched the fork in his hand, and slammed into the sausage on the plate.

"Professor, everyone in Gryffindor is welcome." Harry waved his hand, "Is he terrible?"

Flitwick sighed: "No, he has a bad character."

"He was a student of Ravenclaw, you know, kitties are usually very well-behaved, but Lockhart is an exception."

"Since the first grade, he has been using his face to deceive the third-grade seniors to help him with his homework."

"For some reason, the fifth grade persuaded the prefect at the time, begging me to hand over the prefect to Lockhart."

"I have always boasted that I am very good, but in the owls exam, in the end, only the magic spell managed to get an 'e', ​​and the others were P or D."

"That's his true level! But others believe him, the nonsense that he has a bad stomach and abnormal performance."

"After he graduated, I thought he could only be an ordinary employee of the Ministry of Magic, or find a job in the Muggle world. His Muggle research is 'O'."

"But who would have thought that after graduation, he would become a well-known writer and a third-class Medal of the Order of Merlin. I don't have that stuff!"

"Became a big star that everyone is looking forward to."

"His face does suit..."

Flitwick went on and on, complaining.

"But Dumbledore invited him to be a professor." Harry scratched the list of books with his fingertips, "Should he be of some level?"

"I haven't seen him take a shot before." Flitwick expressed his opinion cautiously, "If he really has the skills in his novels, then he is indeed qualified."

"Fiction?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Flitwick nodded: "Yes, novels, those seven books are all stinky novels depicting how powerful he is, and Harry, you have to be careful of him."

"Me?" Harry was surprised. "Another Quirrell?"

"Believe me, you'd rather face Quirrell than Lockhart." Flitwick spread his hands, "He's a pompous man."

"And you..."

"It's the brightest star in the entire wizarding world."

In Harry's head.

The first person who came to mind was Dandelion, a friend of Geralt, who took him to the pink tavern to meet the world, and cheated himself of sixty crowns of bards by the way. Playboy.

He boasted that he had as many girlfriends as Geralt.

He also wanted to tell himself about Geralt's love history—the stories of the dozens of girlfriends other than Triss and Yennefer.

Pressed into the wine glass by Geralt's fist, nothing happened.

"Maybe such a person isn't bad." Harry shrugged, he liked Dandelion quite a bit.

"Just maybe." Flitwick gave Harry a sympathetic look, "When are you going to buy books?"

"In a few days, with Hermione," Harry replied.

Flitwick nodded.

Finally, I can rest for a day.

"So today I have to ask the professor to work harder, teach me more things, and make up for that day." Harry said immediately.

Flitwick nodded with difficulty.

August sixteenth.

Diagon Alley.

Hermione was waiting for Harry in front of the ice cream shop, and when she saw him, she handed him a glass: "How is it at Professor Flitwick's house? You said he was teaching you how to duel."

Hedwig flew off Harry's shoulder and landed on Hermione's head, pecking at her head.

"Oh, no, Hedwig, please spare me, I'll buy you some rations later." Hermione begged for mercy.

Hedwig stomped heavily on her head, shrank back, and sat up.

"Learned a lot." Harry licked a mouthful of ice cream, feeling the chill all over his body, "Some letters are hard to say, wait until the school can communicate with you."

"That's really great!" Hermione cheered, shaking her head cautiously, "Hurry up and buy books, I've already inquired before you came."

"Today is Professor Lockhart's signing day, and you can get a discount for buying his books."

Harry paused: "Signing the sale? Such a coincidence?"

"Don't worry, Professor Lockhart will definitely not be Quirrell. This month and until the end of the month, he will hold a book signing event at Lihen Bookstore. In fact, it has been half a month." Hermione vowed, on behalf of Lockhart With a guaranteed ticket.

"From the day we got the owl." Harry's premonition grew stronger.

Hermione froze for a moment, and also noticed something was wrong.

"Let's go, maybe he is waiting for me." Harry raised his foot and walked towards the bookstore.

Hermione followed behind him with her little tail.

Lockhart was very popular, there was a long queue at the door of the bookstore, and some reporters from the Daily Prophet kept taking pictures around him.

Sudden--

Harry felt two eyes staring at him, not malicious, but a little excited.

They passed the news around, and at the end of the transmission, it was Lockhart who signed the contract at the door.

This handsome wizard with a pair of sapphire eyes raised his head immediately, his tone excited: "I feel the attraction among excellent wizards."

"Is it Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter, are you coming to my autograph event?"

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