A Magical Hogwarts

When William walked out of the door, Robert was touching his flushed face with a wretched smile.

Marietta came to take a peek at him just now, to determine whether William's "prophecy" was true.

How could a voice-controlled otaku like Robert stand up to this? He thought his spring had come.

Three major illusions in life: She likes me!

William ignored Robert, he can still be resurrected, let's enjoy death for the time being.

Anyway, I'm used to it when I die.

Professor Flitwick's office was on the fourth floor. William avoided the crowd, found a path with no one, and came to the door with ease.

On the day before William fell into the cycle, he gave Robert a bottle of life and death water, wanting to test the effect.

After Robert died, he was brought into the office by Professor Flitwick.

On the same day, William found Ravenclaw's bronze ring in the Room of Requirement.

William suddenly thought of one thing, if he went to the Room of Requirement again after Tywin's death, would he still be able to pick up this ring?

William thinks it's definitely possible!

However, he has already fallen into a time loop. After dawn, the ring must have disappeared. After all, everything will return to its original point.

William knocked on the door, and Professor Flitwick opened the door. He looked up at William and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter, Mr. Stark, what's the matter with me now?"

"There are some academic questions that I think only you, the professor, can answer, so I want to ask you for advice." William said respectfully.

Professor Flitwick's beard trembled with laughter. He still likes listening to students' rainbow farts.

"Do you want to ask now?" Professor Flitwick smiled and stepped aside, and said happily, "Well, come in, child."

Professor Flitwick was having breakfast in the office, and from this position, he could see the conditions of the Quidditch field.

Hagrid is still working hard; Professor McGonagall is making lion cubs for Gryffindor; Mrs. Hooch is checking the safety of the facility.

"William, why didn't you go to watch the game?" Professor Flitwick asked gently after the two sat down.

"No, that kind of thing, how can it be important to learn knowledge!"

William remembered what Dumbledore called the "greater purpose", which he was now working toward.

"And, professor, didn't you go too?"

"Well—you can also see the game here." Professor Flitwick sighed, "Every time the finals are from other colleges, I still don't want to go to the arena."

This year is okay, the final is Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, if it is Slytherin Academy, he will probably be laughed at by Snape for another year.

Although Snape doesn't like to talk, he definitely has a knack for yin and yang.

For example, when Slytherin won the championship last year, Snape blamed the Slytherin Quidditch captain in front of several deans, saying that he had brought him another trophy, and the office could not put it down.

I have to give it to Flitwick so he can take it back and touch it...

"By the way, have you eaten yet?" Flitwick asked proactively instead of thinking about sadness.

"No, Professor."

"Then, it means we need more food." Professor Flitwick blinked and waved his wand.

A plate of turkey sandwiches, toast, and marmalade pudding appeared on the table.

"Black tea, milk, coffee or..."

"Black tea, Professor."

Flitwick snapped his fingers, and a cup of smoking black tea appeared in front of William out of thin air.

William was completely attracted by this move.

Seeing that William was very interested, Professor Flitwick picked up a sandwich and said with a smile, "This is not food conjured by Transfiguration."

"Isn't it?"

Flitwick handed William a toast and said, "You're only in the first year, and Professor McGonagall hasn't exposed you to this knowledge.

Food is the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Deformation. Wizards cannot conjure delicious food out of thin air, nor can they turn other things into food. Even if you eat it, it is impossible to absorb nutrients, but it will cause indigestion. "

"Then how did these foods appear?"

"After the house elf was cooked, it was sent by me using the 'Transfer Charm', but the 'Transfer Charm' just now, I used to cast spells without a staff."

It seems that the two of them are not having breakfast, nor are they in class, they are more similar to some kind of seminar mode, discussing, debating, asking questions, etc. together.

Professor Flitwick would ask about the stories among the students, while William was looking for the answers he wanted.

William enjoyed this way very much, it was very relaxing and fun.

This breakfast took more than 40 minutes in total. After estimating the time, William quickly asked:

"Professor, you may say that I am too ambitious, but I want to make a long-term study plan for the next few years."

William explained his current learning progress.

Professor Flitwick pondered for a moment, then said seriously: "William, your study of spells and Defense Against the Dark Arts is beyond my imagination.

I know that you are very talented, but there is a key problem. You can cast a certain spell, but it does not mean that you really master it. "

William nodded quickly. He had also learned a lot of knowledge at the university in his previous life, but he could only do the questions, and could not do other practical applications.

Professor Flitwick continued: "I'll talk about the course of spells first. It is undoubtedly the foundation. For all magical services, there is nothing to say."

"In the end, magic spells have to be used in life, and the best practice is to use them constantly in life.

There are many little wizards who learn magic spells very well, but after a vacation they don't use it, they forget it directly. Seven years later, many of the most basic spells are also forgotten.

My suggestion is to use magic spells all the time, and don't use your hands to do things that can be done with magic.

When you can replace the functions of your limbs with magic, you become a master of spells.

This is my suggestion. "

William thoughtful~www.novelmt.com~ He felt that Flitwick was right.

His English teacher in his previous life told him that the best way to learn a language is to use it in life, rather than taking exam papers.

These are all by analogy.

"By the way, William." Professor Flitwick took a sip of beer and said seriously, "You can try it recently, let a doll dance ballet across the table.

I think it's very interesting. Maybe it's our final exam? "

Professor Flitwick blinked mischievously, and William also smiled.

Does this count as an indication?

The benefits of top students.

After breakfast, the two began to seamlessly connect "morning tea".

"What is our goal in learning Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Professor Flitwick spit in all directions, in high spirits, and pointed the country.

"Of course it's for fighting!"

Before William could answer, Professor Flitwick said it himself.

"No matter how many spells you master, if you can't use them in actual combat, it's useless.

My suggestion is to find a master who is proficient in fighting for training. "

William frowned, wondering who to turn to.

Professor Flitwick took a gulp of beer, slammed it on the table, and laughed: "My child, never forget that I am the champion of the fighting competition.

It's not that I'm boasting. In this school, when it comes to actual combat, few people can walk a few rounds in my hands. "

After a few glasses of beer, Professor Flitwick seemed a little drunk, which was completely different from his usual modesty.

With a bit of drunkenness, he took William's hand and began to "boil wine and talk about wizards".

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(Ask for a recommendation ticket.)

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