Why am I dazzled (Third update~Please follow up)

"Dumbledore, why is he?" Harry was a little surprised, "Does Hogwarts have more books than this?"

Frémont's face seemed to be smeared with charcoal dust: "Oh, yes."

"The Potters are not as good as Hogwarts."

"But my dear grandson, every family has its own secrets."

Harry nodded: "For example, the invisibility cloak?"

Frémont was a little surprised: "Yes, for example, the invisibility cloak."

"Is it special?" Harry asked.

Frémont is proud: "Of course, it's a one-of-a-kind piece."

"I know you are curious, but I hope you can discover it bit by bit - when James found out the news by himself, his expression was very interesting."

"It's a pity that he can't see my expression." Harry was heartbroken and looked around the corner of the room.

"He's still alive, right?" Harry took two steps forward and looked up at the moon, "Is he strong?"

He waved his wand again.

In the witcher's perception.

He picked out two books.

Grandma?

Harry forced a smile and walked into the house. Flitwick did not follow him and stayed behind to chat with Fleamont. They were also old acquaintances.

"I will call Euphemia to come over tonight, but her portrait is not here."

Alder!

The power of his mind swept across, and the broken stones bounced towards Flitwick at a faster speed.

"My mother left a curse for me. Before I became an adult, I had to live at Aunt Petunia's house for a month every year." Harry nodded, "I would only stay for a month."

It wasn't until late at night that Harry reluctantly left.

After saying that, he paused: "Will you come back to live in the future? Or do you have a new home?"

Harry continued: "They are hiding the existence of one or two people who are friends of my father?"

"As expected, you also know." Harry turned his head and looked at Flitwick.

"It's useless to talk. There is no theory in dueling, only practice. Let's have a fight and let me see your level."

So clean.

"The Transformation Curse is indeed Minerva's favorite student." Flitwick waved his wand without chanting a spell, and the pebbles floated up. "This may be useful for ordinary wizards, but for powerful wizards

, it doesn’t even have any interference effect.”

Igni!

The fire snake spit out and rolled away. The short professor immediately summoned a ball of water. The two collided and the steam rose.

Harry finally returned to Flitwick's house.

"All petrified!"

Harry let out a breath.

"even…"

Harry waved his wand, and blue flames surged out, not toward Flitwick, but toward the huge hand.

Frémont fell silent, and then slowly spoke after a long time: "Okay, my good boy, go and see what the Potter family has left for you. It is something more precious than the wealth in Gringotts.

.”

Harry whispered: "It feels like they are hiding something."

Chichi——

"The average fifth grader is no match for you. Even some sixth graders will have a headache against you, but you are only twelve years old."

"Live until I can beat Professor Snape." Harry said slowly, "I will cure his injuries, or diseases."

"Huh?" Flitwick paused.

Those fine dust formed a huge hand, firmly grabbing Harry's collar and restraining his behavior.

The Potter family's collection of books is richer than Harry thought.

Body is Harry's biggest weakness.

Harry ran around Godric's Hollow twice, returned home, and made breakfast before Flitwick walked downstairs with sleepy eyes.

"Okay." Harry nodded.

"But his condition is not good, and you are waiting for him to die." Harry clenched his fists, but his tone was still soft, "I really hope he can live for a few more years."

Wait for the next day.

A gust of breeze blew by, blowing away the water vapor.

Flitwick walked over, jumped up and patted Harry on the shoulder: "Harry, in the next month and a half, I will teach you how to duel."

"A very keen sense of combat." Flitwick continued to comment, "Use your magic to disintegrate my magic?"

Wizards are a really tough bunch!

"But dueling with others is not that simple."

It's a big hand.

"We'll tell you when you're older, or when we get the results..." Flitwick stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence, and was stunned for a moment before he finally understood what the word Harry said meant, "Ah.

?You agree now?"

"No, Professor, this is what I should do." Harry shook his head, his tone sincere.

He raised his hand again.

"How do you feel?" Flitwick asked softly, patting Harry's thigh.

Flitwick waved his wand, turning a stone into a sword about the same length as the Sword of Gryffindor, floating into Harry's hand: "Don't worry, I won't break its spell during the duel."

"Thank you, Professor." Harry still raised his head.

After undergoing a mutation, his eyesight was extremely sharp and he could see everything clearly in the dark, but now, he couldn't even see the moon clearly.

"Professor, now we have come to the area where I am good at." Harry had already approached, swung the sword in his hand, and slashed hard at Flitwick without any mercy.

He waved his magic wand.

Harry took the opportunity to take another step and slashed away with his sword.

Flitwick cleared his throat and concealed his embarrassment: "I am very experienced in duels. Harry, I know you are very good. You can kill a troll in your first year."

Wait until you finish eating.

"You may not know that when I was young..."

But why did he suddenly remember the parents he saw killed by monsters in Velen and Novigrad?

Flitwick took Harry outside Godric's Hollow: "What I want to teach you is not spells, but dueling."

Obviously…

He swung his wand, and the pebbles flew through the air, hitting Harry——

What the sword struck was a stone.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I thought little wizards would get up very late." Asking a twelve-year-old boy to cook for him, the more than a hundred-year-old professor couldn't help but blush, "Thank you for your hard work today.

"

A huge force suddenly grabbed Harry's back, pulled hard, and sent him flying backwards.

The blue flame burned, and the giant hand turned into dust again and fell.

Flitwick pursed his lips and nodded: "He is a very powerful wizard, the kind who can go back and forth with Snape."

Quinn!

Harry lunged forward, of course he expected this, so...sign drive.

"He is the champion of the duel competition." Harry interrupted, "I know, Professor, you said this no less than five times in class."

"Your ideas are too obvious." Flitwick's voice came from the clouds.

After taking a bath, he held the powerful potion and flipped through a few pages with his mind distracted. He couldn't read it and had no intention of sleeping. He spent the whole night talking to Hermione again.

"No, not yet." Flitwick didn't move.

Harry looked at his right hand: "But Professor, you also know that I am good at using a sword."

Wait for Harry to come out of the library.
To be continued...