Chapter 42 The Person Who Waited for Half a Month (Please Read On)

Chapter 42 The one who waited for half a month (please read~~)

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

"Although your tactics are very clever and have some effect, but... you saw the result."

"I don't even need to think about what you will do."

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

Harry also sat down and nodded in agreement.

Although in addition to his age, he didn't take potions or wear magic armor...

But even if he was in his thirties, it would be difficult to deal with Flitwick.

Although they are also people who master magic, wizards are much more difficult to deal with than warlocks. The strange casting ability, extremely fast casting speed, and the combination of multiple spells make it difficult for him to take the first step in the battle - that is, what Flitwick said, get close to him.

"This is not a bad thing." Flitwick continued, "Many wizards do not have the ability to fight in close combat, including Dumbledore."

"If we are close to you, we will be lambs to be slaughtered."

Harry said expressionlessly: "Then I should really expect Professor Snape to stuff a few feces stones into your heads."

"Snape may be able to do it." Flitwick joked, "But he will never help you."

"So Harry, do you know what you should do now?"

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

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

"You have an advantage over us."

"We need to seize the fleeting opportunity in a complex battle and use a spell to settle the matter!"

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

Harry stood up: "Come on, professor!"

Flitwick was stunned: "Don't you need to rest?"

"I have rested." Harry looked serious.

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

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

A Transfiguration spell, and the stone statue that appeared caught him tightly.

Five minutes later.

"Professor, continue!"

Another five minutes later.

"Professor, come again!"

"Come again!"

"I've rested well, come again."

Until dark.

Harry was still excited and energetic, and his progress was obvious. He could hold out for more than 20 minutes under Flitwick's hands. When the two were closest, his fist could even rub Flitwick's nose.

Flitwick was exhausted.

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

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

Flitwick waved his hands tiredly: "Harry, it's dark, take a rest."

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

He really couldn't do it anymore.

Harry agreed disappointedly: "Oh, okay."

Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Harry agreed: "Great, I mean... you are only twelve years old, you should pay attention to your body, and young wizards need to grow."

"Professor, I think I can grow to at least six feet." Harry replied.

Flitwick immediately kicked him: "Smelly boy, where are you looking?"

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

Flitwick was indignant and kicked again: "Next, there will be such practical classes once a week, and I will teach you some spells in the remaining time."

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

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

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

He originally planned the same as Harry, a practical class every two days - every dueling master improves his level through countless practices.

But he misjudged the extent of Harry's wolf-like tiger.

He really couldn't bear it.

Harry agreed with regret.

Unlike Professor Flitwick in class, he is more lovely and less stable in private. He does not teach in the order of second grade and third grade like Professor McGonagall.

He seems a bit fanciful.

Often a spell leads to a series of spells.

Like a spring of clear water, it is accompanied by a series of spells such as freezing spells and fire spells that can form a set of tactics.

Flitwick not only teaches spells, but also imparts dueling experience.

Harry is like a sponge, greedily craving for this knowledge. He becomes more and more fulfilled, and Professor Flitwick becomes more and more haggard.

On the first day of August.

Hogwarts sent a message.

The same old content, school starts on September 1st, with a list of books for the second grade.

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

But don't let him be like Quirrell...

Open the list of books.

Seeing the textbooks needed for Defense Against the Dark Arts, he was stunned for a moment - seven books, seven in total, and the author was the same person.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

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

"A boastful, arrogant, and boastful person. I wish I could throw him into Gryffindor." Flitwick gritted his teeth, clenched the fork in his hand, and stabbed the sausage on the plate.

"Professor, Gryffindor doesn't welcome everyone." Harry waved his hand, "Is he bad?"

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

"He was a student of Ravenclaw. You know, the little eagles are usually well-behaved, but Lockhart is an exception."

"He started using his face to deceive the third-year seniors to help him with his homework since the first year."

"In the fifth year, I don't know what reason he used to convince the then prefect and begged me to give the prefect to Lockhart."

"He always boasted that he was very good, but in the OWLS exam, he only barely got a first place in spells. 'e', the rest are P or D. "

"That's his real level! But others believe him, that nonsense about eating a bad stomach and not performing well."

"When 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 seemed to have a sudden enlightenment, becoming a famous writer and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, the third class medal. I don't have that stuff!"

"He became a big star that everyone is paying attention to."

"His face is indeed suitable for..."

Flitwick kept complaining.

"But Dumbledore invited him to be a professor." Harry's fingertips ran across the book list, "He should have some level?"

"I haven't seen him do it." Flitwick expressed his opinion cautiously, "If he really has the ability in his novels, then he is indeed qualified."

"Novels?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

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

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

"Believe me, you would rather face Quirrell than Lockhart." Flitwick spread his hands, "He is a boastful person."

"And you..."

"The most dazzling star in the entire magical world."

In Harry's mind.

The first person that came to mind was Dandelion - a friend of Geralt, who took him to the Pink Tavern to see the world and cheated him of 60 crowns of the bard, the biggest playboy in the city, and even in the country.

According to his own boasting, he has as many girlfriends as Geralt.

He also wanted to tell him about Geralt's love history - the stories of the dozens of girlfriends besides Triss and Yennefer.

He was punched into the wine glass by Geralt, and nothing happened.

"Maybe such a person is not bad." Harry shrugged, he quite liked Dandelion.

"Just maybe." Flitwick looked at Harry with pity, "When are you going to buy books?"

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

Flitwick nodded.

He finally had a day off.

"So today I'll have to trouble the professor to work harder and teach me more to make up for that day." Harry continued.

Flitwick nodded with difficulty.

August 16.

Diagon Alley.

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

Hedwig flew out of Harry's shoulder, landed on Hermione's head, and pecked her head.

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

Hedwig stepped heavily on her head, shrank, and sat on it.

"I learned a lot." Harry licked a mouthful of ice cream, and the chilly feeling spread all over his body. "Some things are hard to say in the letter. I can communicate with you at school."

"That's great!" Hermione cheered, shaking her head cautiously, "Go buy books quickly. I've already asked about it when you weren't here."

"Today is Professor Lockhart's book signing day. You can get a discount if you buy his books."

Harry paused: "Book signing? What a coincidence?"

"Don't worry, Professor Lockhart will never be Quirrell. This month, until the end of the month, he will hold a book signing at Flourish and Blotts. In fact, it has been held for half a month." Hermione vowed and guaranteed Lockhart.

"From the day we received the owl." Harry's premonition became stronger.

Hermione was stunned and also noticed something wrong.

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

Hermione followed him with a small tail.

Lockhart is very popular. There is a long queue in front of the bookstore. Some reporters from the Daily Prophet are taking pictures of him.

Suddenly——

Harry felt two eyes staring at him. They were not malicious but excited.

They spread the message around, and the end of the message was Lockhart who was signing books at the door.

The handsome wizard with a pair of sapphire eyes immediately raised his head and said excitedly: "I feel the attraction between excellent wizards"

"Is it Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter, are you coming to my book signing event too?"

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