Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Harry, who was jogging towards the auditorium, suddenly braked at the corner.

"Sorry, Professor Flitwick, I almost bumped into you."

Harry's sudden appearance startled the diminutive Professor Flitwick.

"If it really hits me, I should be able to fly."

Professor Flitwick, who didn't mind at all, instead jokingly said, "I recently improved the spell you brought back. Voldemort's research on magic is indeed very interesting. Come to me in the office when you have time, and I will teach you this magic." you."

Professor Flitwick snapped his fingers. He has the blood of goblins. Compared with other wizards, Professor Flitwick has a unique advantage in casting spells with his bare hands. After the sound of snapping his fingers, his body was enveloped by a cloud of mist, and then floated lightly. rose to the same height as Harry.

"This magic is so useful to me. It's actually quite troublesome to teach you while stepping on the books."

"You didn't just change the color of the smoke, right?"

At first glance, the only difference between Professor Flitwick's clouds and Voldemort's black smoke is the color, but Harry always felt that there were other differences in this magic.

"Of course, of course." Professor Flitwick nodded, "I made this magic a little more powerful, for example."

White smoke suddenly enveloped Harry's body, and a light and airy feeling appeared. Harry was lifted up by the cloud, one foot above the ground.

"You are so heavy."

Professor Flitwick, who seemed to be exhausted, wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I just seemed to have lifted a bison. As you can see, after my improvement, this magic can bring other things or people to fly with it at a high speed. It is similar to the old-fashioned five-star sweep, and the magic power consumed is within an acceptable range. An adult wizard can probably carry luggage half the body weight and fly without slowing down."

"Congratulations then!" Harry replied with a smile: "You can fly into the sky without rockets. This magic will definitely be welcomed by many wizards."

"Maybe, but it's not easy to master this magic. For most wizards, flying broomsticks are more suitable for them."

"Oh, by the way, Harry, are you ready?"

"What?" Harry was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect what Professor Flitwick said.

"Of course it's a duel competition. This time I applied for you to be in the seventeen-year-old category. If you successfully advance, you can participate in the World Young Wizards Duel Championship. The gold content of this event is much higher than before."

"Sorry, Professor, I've been a little busy lately." Harry smiled apologetically.

"I understand, but proper rest will help you study better. Give yourself a holiday, Harry."

"Two times a week, three hours each time. It's enough for professors. Going to the venue to ride a dragon or something like that can help relieve stress."

"By the way, Professor Flitwick, when is the date of the duel?" Harry raised the letter in his hand, "The Quidditch Organizing Committee sent me a letter. June is the European Quidditch Championship. When the competition starts, I have to take people to participate. I wonder if the date will conflict?"

"At the end of this month, May 15th and June 1st, I remember that the Quidditch Championship should start on June 24th. The minimum time is two weeks. If there is no match accident where the snitch cannot be found, The time just happened to be staggered.”

Professor Flitwick, who knew a lot about Quidditch events, became interested and said, "You have joined a professional team? This is interesting news. Which team is it? I'll buy you a win."

"Falmouth Falcons, I bought them and changed their name. They are now called Brother Astartes. I have dismissed all the previous players. You should know that I organized a war group in the school. , I plan to drag them over to play games, and if we win this year’s championship, we won’t be able to qualify for next year’s World Cup.”

"The current director of the Sports Department seems to be Ludo Bagman?" Professor Flitwick thought for a moment, "You can say hello to Professor Sprout. Bagman graduated from Hufflepuff before. Yes, I have to remind you, Harry, the Ministry of Magic is not as fair and impartial as people think, and results are not the only indicator they use to select the England team."

"I will make them fair and just." Harry smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your reminder. I will prepare for the duel. I have learned too much theoretical knowledge recently, and I really need some practical combat to transform the theoretical knowledge. one time."

"Bring me a championship and go about your business, kid, and pay attention to rest."

Professor Flitwick patted Harry on the shoulder and entered the door of the auditorium first.

It was now the end of class in the afternoon, and almost all the students were staying here during dinner in the auditorium. Harry quickly found all the members of the war group, including Draco, who behaved a little differently after Christmas. · Malfoy.

When they heard that they were going to participate in the European Quidditch Championship, people who didn't care about eating a few more bites only grabbed two sandwiches and hurriedly left the auditorium with Harry. They found an empty room and gathered together. Standing next to the round table transformed by transfiguration, he looked at Harry eagerly.

"That's the thing. Regarding the arrangement of the location, you can tell us whatever you have in mind."

"Let Ced take charge of the Golden Snitch." Qiu held her chin and spoke, her cheeks bulging a bit like a little hamster, but this cute little hamster can hit two Cedrics with one hand. In terms of the progress of physical training, she is second only to Harry, "I should be able to barely keep up with your pace, leader. Remember to pass the ball to me when the time comes. I also want to score a few goals with my own hands." "

"What about you, Marcus? Didn't you want to try being a batter before?"

"Forget it, Captain." Marcus's face darkened and he said in a sullen voice: "After catching the Bludger with my face a few times, I realized that I'm not that material."

Marcus is much stronger than the twins. He is definitely the most wanted person on the court as he swings the bat. However, being strong does not necessarily mean he is suitable for this position.

"Maybe his head is enchanted with special effects." The twins who were snickering on the side joked, "You must attack the taunting follower first."

"Maybe I should change two sticks!"

Marcus, with a ferocious smile on his face, grabbed the twins one by one and clamped them to his chest, "Maybe if we change to a Weasley bat, the Bludger will be obedient, right?"

"Breasts kill people!"

"Help, Captain!"

The twins were jumping around like two salted fishes with a dead look on their faces. Marcus probably just took a herbal medicine class. There was a familiar and painful smell of dragon dung on them. Nob was obsessed with it recently. Dragon's breath pepper is served with rice. Although the effect of fertilizer is much stronger than before, the taste is also

"Do you believe it?"

"We can't help but throw up in your arms in five seconds?"

Marcus let go of his hand with a look of disgust. Marcus, who had been pranked by the twins several times, didn't want to gamble on the moral integrity of these two guys.

"Then in the next two months, the daily training of the team will be changed to tactical coordination. Although this is just a European Cup championship, we must also be prepared. In the end, we are amateur players and do not take it seriously. If you do, you will make a fool of yourself.”

"No one wants to be embarrassed in front of so many viewers, right?"

"The date of the competition is June 24th. We will have to go to the venue for physical examination on the 23rd at the latest and become familiar with the playing field. I will go to the dean of your college to explain the situation and let everyone take the final exam in advance."

"Is this okay? Why don't you, Captain, just ask us to cancel the exam?"

The twins encouraged Harry with excited faces. As practical wizards, their written test results were really not that satisfactory. It wasn't that they couldn't learn, but that they didn't necessarily know how to use the content they needed to master for the test. They generally don't pay much attention to things they don't need.

"Perhaps Professor McGonagall will be merciful and let you complete the exam during the rest of the game. Believe me, although she likes Quidditch very much, Professor McGonagall is a very bottom-line witch."

"oh"

The twins said in a disappointed voice, "We are just asking."

"Okay, let's disband now and finish the notifications. Draco, can you stay for a while so we can chat?"