Chapter 42 The person who has been waiting for half a month (please read~~)

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

"Although your tactics are very clever and have some effects, you can see the results."

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

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

Harry also sat down and nodded in agreement.

Although apart from my age, I have neither taken magic potions nor worn magic armor...

But even if I were in my thirties, it would be difficult for me to deal with Flitwick.

They are also people who master magic, but wizards are much more difficult to deal with than warlocks. Their weird spell-casting abilities, extremely fast spell-casting speed, and the combination of multiple spells make it difficult to take the first step in a battle - which 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 combat, including Dumbledore."

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

"I've had a good rest, come again."

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

Harry was still in high spirits, full of energy, and had made obvious progress. He was able to withstand Flitwick's hand for more than twenty minutes. When the two of them were closest, his fist could even brush the tip of Flitwick's nose.

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

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

"Maybe such people are not bad after all." Harry shrugged, he quite liked Dandelion.

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

"Oh, no, Hedwig, please spare me, I will buy you some food later." Hermione begged for mercy.

Like clear water like a spring, it is accompanied by a series of freezing spells, fire spells, etc., which can form a set of tactical spells.

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

Hermione was stunned and noticed something was wrong.

Flitwick nodded.

"Come again!"

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

Harry stood up: "Come on, Professor!"

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

It is often a curse that triggers a series of curses.

Flitwick immediately kicked him over: "You brat, where are you looking?"

Another five minutes later.

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

I couldn't help but be stunned when I saw the textbooks required for Defense Against the Dark Arts - seven books, seven books in total, and they were all written by the same person.

The first person who came to mind was Dandelion, a friend of Geralt's who took him to the Pink Tavern to meet the world, and by the way cheated him of sixty kronor, the biggest bard in the city, and possibly the country. The playboy.

"Professor, let's do it again, for the last time." Harry summarized the experience just now and looked at Flitwick, eager to try, "This is really the last time."

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

"And you..."

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

He is really dying.

The content remains unchanged, the school starts on September 1st, and it comes with a book list for the second grade.

"I have always boasted that I am very good, but in the OLS exam, in the end, I only managed to get an 'E' for the magic spell, and the rest were P or D."

"Today is Professor Lockhart's signing day. You can get a discount on his books."

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

Harry's face was expressionless: "Then I should really expect Professor Snape to stuff a few bezoars into your heads."

"His face really suits..."

"A person who is pompous, arrogant and only knows how to talk. I can't wait to throw him to Gryffindor." Flitwick gritted his teeth, tightened the fork in his hand, and stabbed the sausage on the plate hard.

But don't be like Quirrell...

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

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

"Professor, not everyone is welcome in Gryffindor." Harry waved his hand, "Is he terrible?"

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

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

Flitwick nodded in agreement.

Harry responded disappointedly: "Oh, okay."

Until dark.

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

five minutes later.

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

With a guaranteed ticket.

Hermione followed behind him with her little tail.

"I've had a good rest." Harry looked serious.

Harry was most concerned about Defense Against the Dark Arts. He had long felt how much a good professor could bring him growth.

Sudden--

"Professor, continue!"

Open the book list.

August 16th.

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

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

Flitwick was exhausted.

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

Flitwick kept talking and complaining.

to the first day of August.

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

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

"I've never seen him take action before." Flitwick commented cautiously, "If he really has the skills in his novels, he is indeed qualified."

Hedwig stepped on her head hard, shrunk and sat on her.

Flitwick sighed: "No, his character is terrible."

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

Harry regretfully agreed.

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

Hogwarts Message.

But he had misjudged the extent of Harry's wolfishness.

"The fifth graders used some reason to convince the then prefect and begged me to hand over the prefect to Lockhart."

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

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

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

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

I can't stand it, I really can't stand it.

"So I have to ask Professor to work harder today, teach me more things, and make up for what I learned that day." Harry said immediately.
To be continued...