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Chapter 203 Flitwick's Teaching about Seventeen Duels
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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For the young wizards of Hogwarts, the dueling class on the second and fourth Thursday of every month is definitely a large competitive social event that tones up their bodies and minds and gets their hands busy.
In the eyes of some, this class is already on par with a Quidditch tournament. At least they could actually participate in it, rather than being a spectator on the field.
The great hall is packed with students clustered in groups, talking enthusiastically with each other before the professor arrives. Harry then saw Percy talking at the top of his lungs about how he had achieved his 12 OWLs certificate, and Hermione's eyes lit up as she glanced over.
"I'll be back in a minute," Hermione said as she left Harry and Ron behind.
They saw her squeeze into the crowd and whisper something, Percy initially looked a little off with a careless look, but his eyes soon widened. The two quickly passed the crowd and ran towards a corner of the great hall where four long tables were stacked.
As they passed the twins, Percy stopped to warn them, "I don't know what you're using to avoid my sight, maybe a tracking spell or something-"
The twins looked at each other, and Fred elbowed George and said, "You hear that George, the tracking spell ... yet another productive day!"
George gave an exaggerated salute, with one hand behind his back, "A noble deed, Percy! Just an addition to the great cause of mischief, we'll leave your name on it."
" A badge as big as a--"
"No, his badge is big enough, we'll just write down the words big-headed boy, straight off the bat."
Not far away from there Harry "snickered" out loud, he hurriedly averted his eyes and stared at Ginny, her face quickly turned red, and seemed to be about to faint in the arms of her best friend Luna Lovegood.
"Do you need me to tell you a snide joke?" Luna said with a very abrupt gaze, Harry is accustomed to it, he knew this little girl usually like this.
"Any brilliant insights, Luna?" He glanced hastily in Percy's direction, they were already standing beneath a suit of armour and whispering.
"Your brain is a mess, a group of wandering Wrackspurts must have nested in your head lately ..." Luna shook her bracelet in a serious manner, "I can help you chase them away."
"How?" Harry said, catching a glimpse of Professor Hap's figure appearing in the great hall doorway.
"You need to be quieter and become less attractive to harassing Wrackspurts first ..."
"Thanks, I don't think I have any of that weird stuff in my head," Harry said quickly.
Professor Hap and Snape walked in, which he expected, and no, there is another professor, Professor Flitwick, who he just missed.
From the distance, Hermione hurried back, and the young wizards stood consciously according to their houses.
Felix enchanted himself with an Amplifying Charm and said loudly, "Welcome back to dueling class, young wizards! I see many familiar faces, and quite a few new ones ..."
At the front of their respective houses, a row of little beanie kids looked around restrainedly and curiously, they were the new students of their respective Houses this year, Harry then saw Colin Creevey pulling his brother, the boy named 'Dennis'.
"Before the lesson begins, allow me to introduce you to you all, as we welcome our third permanent dueling class professor, Filius Flitwick!"
The pint-sized Flitwick took a few steps forward, he dressed formally today, which is a formal little suit, and he twirled his wand gracefully as if he is holding a baton.
From Ravenclaw house came a loud cheer, a cluster of sparks released from the crowd, and finally composed a Ravenclaw house's symbol eagle.
Harry thought that they must have borrowed the design from the answer space - both looked very similar.
Students from the other houses were also clapping as hard as they could, and when it came to popularity, Professor Flitwick is definitely the best of the four Heads of the House.
"Thank you, thank you-" Professor Flitwick got so excited that he burst into tears, and he took out a handkerchief with an embroidered Ravenclaw design to wipe the corners of his eyes, "I'm so excited today, it's like standing on the podium for the first time. "
Today is a special session for Professor Flitwick, Felix and Snape intentionally downplayed their presence, allowing Professor Flitwick to show his charisma. And Flitwick bowed to the two professors, and then cast a spell to his heart's content, in his hands, spell casting seems to be equated with art.
After a few minutes of showing off his skills, Flitwick got down to business. He shook his wand, from the tip of the wand spilled large puffs of bronze smoke, smoke condensed into vague figures, standing on the gilded stage.
These bronze-colored figures faced each other in pairs as if they were engaged in a duel. There is a small wizard in each pair, and that ought to be Flitwick.
The young wizards counted carefully, and there were seventeen pairs.
Flitwick said in a sharp voice, "Allow me to examine the moment of glory in my memory, which was more than sixty years ago ... After seventeen duels, I was awarded the title of Wizard Duelling Champion in 1931."
He waved his wand and made the first pair of bronze figures move: the tall wizard raised his wand to cast a spell, and the shorter figure countered with a head lowered, and knocked down his opponent in just one blow.
Flitwick acted as narrator: "See? My opponent was gullible, he thought I am short and surely not much better, but this was one of the easiest victories I have ever achieved."
"It was short, but it was also great. We can learn a lot of lessons from it ..."
"The first one, never take your opponent lightly in a duel, many of you can figure that out, but not many wizards actually do so in reality;"
"What else? That's right, seize the moment. I didn't stand still and defend, but instead I launched a counterattack along with the momentum. It also reminds us that a wizard is most vulnerable when attacking, you have to protect yourself and learn to leave room to manoeuvre;"
"The next one won't be easy, does anyone know? Mind you, it has to do with my unique height." Flitwick looked expectantly at the young wizard on the stage.
Harry's eyes lit up, he'd heard a similar phrase from Professor Hap!
He raised his hand first, and when his name got called, he said with some excitement, "Combine personal characteristics to create a fighting system that best suits your needs."
Flitwick smiled, "Very good, Potter! That's right, personal characteristics, that's important, each of us is unique, you have to embrace everything about yourself, the good, the bad ..."
"I used to struggle with my height and size, the vast majority of the time I had to keep my head up during duels. Being small posed another disadvantage; I couldn't move fast enough, and my arms weren't long enough for my opponent to easily judge the range of my spell's reach."
The young wizards listened quietly, wondering how Professor Flitwick had solved these problems.
"- But I came out of the shadows later, I accepted my imperfections, and after a while, my height became my advantage instead, few wizards have experience dueling with short people like me, they always respond wrongly, either because of their mentality or their habits. "
"My size makes it easier for me to dodge spells, and I no longer aim for a speed of movement, but work out for a more flexible pace ..."
Flitwick said with an emotional face, loud applause rang out off the stage, he heard someone from his house shout: "Head, you are the best!" He couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes again.
"Next, let's watch the second duel, I met a very interesting person, we later became friends."
...
More than an hour passed, and the students all felt immensely rewarded as Flitwick presented the young wizards with a picture of a real duel scene from his own personal experience.
Harry, even though he could fit these words into a paper, word by word, and give it to Professor Hap.
But such things can only be thought over.
Felix walked to the center of the gilded stage and said with a smile, "With less than half an hour left, the two professors and I have discussed the next step and changed it to a mentoring battle.
The students will pick the professors to get one-on-one guidance, and I'm sure after a full year and a summer last year, many of you are confident about your level ..."
He looked around the room and saw an eager face.
"So, show it off!"
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Chapter 204 Mock Duel? Guidance!
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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The young wizards looked at each other, but none of them volunteered to go up the stage.
At the foot of the stage is a cacophony of whispers.
It is an opportunity to have a fair and square fight with a professor, the question is, who to choose?
Felix smiled, "Would anyone like to try? It's a rare opportunity."
Harry's heart itched, and his lips went dry. He had received special training from Professor Hap back in the summer, so naturally, he knew that there is a huge gap between them.
But exactly how much of a gap, he never managed to see.
Moreover, just now, he suddenly had an idea, could he get the information he wanted through one-on-one guidance?
While he is hesitating, the first person emerged, it's Percy Weasley.
He bowed solemnly, "As the prefect of the boys' student body, I would be happy to set an example for the others."
"Very well, Weasley, which professor do you choose?" Felix looked at him encouragingly.
"Professor Flitwick," Percy said without thinking.
He thought before he went up, of the three professors, Snape is recognized as unfriendly to Gryffindor, against him although there is no danger to life, making a fool of himself is inevitable, so ruled out.
And Professor Hap rarely makes a move, but his disarming charm last year is too impressive, Percy worried that Professor Hap will use that level of the spell to confront him, so it's also ruled out.
When you think about it in this way, Professor Flitwick is the most appropriate option available. He is cheerful and gentle, not too strict with the young wizards, and he rarely deducts points.
The few times he taught in dueling classes last school year, he also seemed to be comfortable enough to teach without leaving his students in the dust.
"I'll take Professor Flitwick," Percy repeated.
Soon, Flitwick and Percy stood facing each other, and Flitwick reminded him, "Don't forget what I've taught before." as he had spent over an hour going over his fighting style in detail.
Percy nodded, and the two raised their wands and saluted, then officially began the duel.
Percy struck first, and a disarming charm broke through the air, but Flitwick just side-stepped it, keeping his eyes fixed on his opponent's hand.
Nearly at the same time, a bright spell hit Percy, but he had rehearsed before going on stage, and after casting the disarming charm, he jumped aside without thinking, and at the same time chanted the incantation of the Shield Charm.
"Protego!"
As soon as the Shield Charm formed, it met Flitwick's spell head-on.
"Good response, Percy." Flitwick praised him as he consciously controlled the rhythm of his attack, and it took almost three minutes before he crisply defeated Percy with the Incarcerous Spell.
Flitwick commented, "Your spells are fairly adept and have their own set of logic, but I can see that you don't have much experience in actual combat, and you're a bit hasty in your reactions at the spot."
Percy broke free from the ropes on his body, straightened the folds on his robe, and said rather formally, "Thank you, Professor Flitwick, I will take care of that in the future."
He gave a salute and stepped out of the gilded ring as the young Gryffindor wizards cheered excitedly.
"We're the first!"
"Percy, how did it feel to face the Professor, was it stressful?" Someone asked him.
Percy explained, "It was a bit stressful, but you simply couldn't think about it, you had to put your full attention on it."
With the first hands-on experience, the young wizards became enthusiastic, their timidity all gone, and soon a second student took the gilded stage.
Still a Gryffindor, it is Oliver Wood, a tall man who is the captain of the Gryffindor House Quidditch team.
He scratched his head with some embarrassment, "I, I'll choose Professor Hap."
Felix saluted as he faced him, and Wood whispered, "Professor, have mercy, I'm most afraid of you."
"So you're still going to choose me?"
"Hey, hey, anyway, it's time to graduate, it's very impressive to talk outside." Wood said nervously.
There is respect, very good ...
As soon as the duel began, Wood chanted, "Expelliar--"
A red light grazed his hair and swept through, snuffing out the words that followed after, the power of the spell making his hair stand up to its roots.
He looked at Professor Hap in horror, if this hit him, he wouldn't break in two from the middle of his body, would he? He looked at the professor, who is smiling all over, as he gestures for him to continue.
"I ..."
Soon, an utter suppression is witnessed by the students, and in the first few minutes, Wood is interrupted by various silent spell casting without even being able to cast a complete spell.
It was only when Wood chanted a disarming spell with his eyes closed, without a care in the world, that the duel began to become normal.
Professor Hap then no longer stopped Wood from reciting the spell, and they continued to duel back and forth, shooting spells of various colours at each other.
The dueling strategy Professor Hap adopted was the type of defensive evasion-counterattack that he had introduced in his previous dueling class, and every move could be theoretically justified.
Combined with Flitwick's words earlier, they had more clarity, and even the freshmen could visualize something.
After seven or eight minutes, Wood conceded defeat in a sweat, and Felix commented as usual: "Wood, you are not proficient in non-verbal spell, and your intent is too obvious when dueling; moreover, you do not have an established style.
In the performance just now, you cast twelve kinds of spells, whether it's disarming charm, shield charm which is a good type of dueling spell, or a Trip Jinx or Tickling Charm which is a minor mischief spell. Of which the disarming charm three times, the shield charm twice, the Trip Jinx twice, and the tickling charm once ...
It's not that you can't use minor mischief spells, but you have to choose your spells carefully. Like the trip jinx, it can't subdue your opponent straight away, which means you waste excellent chances to strike and hit.
In addition, your spell power is not particularly outstanding, which means you have no main spell ..."
Wood humbly accepted the lesson and wiped the sweat stain from his face.
The next Gryffindor student wanted to take the stage, when the other three houses stopped it, and a Slytherin student stepped right up to the spot, a seventh-year Head of Grade, Geoffrey.
"Professor Snape, please guide your students further." He said respectfully.
Snape lowered his hand which was crossed over his chest and drew his wand from his black robes, his coat flipped as he walked to the center.
Facing the Slytherin students, Snape obviously slackened, otherwise according to his temper, he would send a direct curse to knock his opponent over. But this time, he seldom attacked but put up a defensive stance.
Geoffrey's first spell hit the ground three feet from Snape, Snape said coldly: "Are you worried about hurting me by mistake, Geoffrey? Attack with every spell you can think of, dueling is a serious matter!"
Next, Geoffrey began to attack from different angles, shooting spells of various colours across the room, and the young wizards witnessed a stunning defensive demonstration.
Snape rarely used protective spells such as shield charm, his eyesight is extremely sharp, always easily picking off the flying spells one by one. Faced with a black mist of suspected dark magic, his wand tapped on it, turning them into a large white mist of water.
Snape emerged from the watery mist, his hazy face became clear, and he stepped closer to Geoffrey, casually flicking the oncoming spell with his wand and flicking it to the side.
Soon, Geoffrey is forced to the edge of the stage and has to bow his head and admit defeat.
"That was brilliant! Did you see that?" The Slytherin students applauded enthusiastically.
Harry couldn't hold back his eagerness and rushed to the ring.
Snape looked at Harry with a mocking expression, lowering his voice so that his words could only be heard by the other party: "Can't help it, at last? As much as your father loves the limelight, perhaps this will make you feel special, you know, the feeling of being a saviour ..."
"I don't feel like I'm special, it's just every trouble finding their way to me!" Harry said, "Like the one that escaped from Azkaban, Sirius Black, who I knew nothing about previously."
"Don't mention that disgusting name," Snape said coldly.
Harry said in an affirmative tone, "I saw the records of your student days, you don't see eye to eye with each other, but there must be a deeper reason ..."
Snape's expression elevated, his lips pursed rigidly, as if he held back from uttering a mean comment.
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Chapter 205 Harry's Battle
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) by Crazy_Darkside_Cat
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Harry demanded, "You must know something--"
Snape waved his wand to silence the surrounding noise, and he said, word by word, "You're too nosy, Potter!. Do you really think your saviour after being touted a few times? If it weren't for your mother's sacrifice, you'd be nothing!"
Harry's stomach churned, he felt glad and sad, glad that he had bet right, Snape really knew more about the inside story, but sad when he mentioned his mother, what happened as he didn't know about it.
And Snape mocked him profusely, describing him as a villain who got away from death and who stole a reputation that didn't belong to him, which made his lungs explode.
He couldn't help but clench his wand, itching to give Snape a Bat-Bogey Hex right away, he thought the name of the spell matched Snape too well - as he looked like a big dirty bat.
Snape noticed Harry's movement and his cold eyes narrowed as he said mischievously, "Want to have a go, Potter? I'm willing to give you that chance ..."
Harry took two deep breaths of air and said stiffly, "No, it's not you, the one I'm looking for." He took a few steps away, turned his head to look at Felix, who is not far away, and said aloud, "I choose Professor Hap."
Snape's face looked astonished, as he judged according to Potter's characteristics he would surely be enraged, then he can teach him a lesson in a fair and square manner.
To be honest, he was looking forward to that scene.
But the boy unexpectedly refused, how dare he!
Snape reluctantly retreated to the edge of the stage, as Felix and Harry came face to face and saluted with their wands up in front of their chests.
Harry whispered, "Professor, if I can hold out for two minutes, will you promise me one thing?"
Felix looked at him and smiled, "Just like in special training?"
"Exactly." Harry said quickly, he didn't have any expectation of getting information about his father and Sirius Black from Snape, it just happened, now it is his real ruse, " Just like when I invited you to look at the Firebolt prototype from the Quidditch Boutique with me after my first success."
"I let it slip that time, to boost your confidence," Felix said.
"I know, but I've made progress too," Harry said.
After a short conversation, the two men saluted each other, took seven steps in reverse, and turned to look at each other.
Felix had no intention of making the first move, and Harry understood that everything would be just like the basement of the leaky cauldron bar.
He waved his wand violently and shouted, "Incarcerous!" A rope as thin as a snake flew towards Felix, he did not look at the result, and then took two steps back, followed by a silent disarming charm.
Felix smiled and stood still, the rope just touched his body, it quickly softened, he then tilted his head, dodging the red arc of light. Smoothly waved out two spells, one crimson and one gold.
"Protego!" Harry had prepared the shield charm early, one of the spells grazed the magic barrier, the other spell hit straight on the shield charm with a muffled sound.
Harry's mind silently recited the count, this is his summarized pattern, in the special training, Professor Hap never knocked him down at once in order to train him, rather, there is a certain interval, which gave him a glimmer of hope.
Silently counting to eight, he dodged, and a powerful spell directly shattered the shield charm. He lamely got up from the ground and raised his hand to fling out three to four stupefying charms - "Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!"
Felix's magical barrier appeared in front of him, blocking Harry's spells. Then he reached out and pushed out his hand in front of him, and the magical barrier turned into seven or eight blunt-headed arrows that flew at Harry.
"Whoosh!" The arrows let out a whimpering, harsh whistle.
Harry used a freezing spell to freeze the arrows in midair, and he immediately swooped to the side.
The arrow paused for a second or two and continued on its intended trajectory, smashing into the wooden floor with a questionable, muffled thud.
"Snort, snort, snort!"
It took less than thirty seconds before and after, but the two showed a powerful interaction of offence and defense that left many people scratching their heads in disbelief. Professor Hap is undoubtedly very relaxed, and the young wizards are not surprised by this, but Harry left the crowd incomprehensible.
The familiarity he showed in dueling surprised everyone.
Harry truly looked wretched, spending most of his time dodging, tumbling, and stumbling backward... but he always found time to counterattack, releasing spells far more often than the students before him.
And his expression also looked calm, completely lacking the panic of the previous few.
Harry kept running around the stage as he tried to pull away from Professor Hap.
Two minutes is a long time, and Harry had to play it smart, which is something he had never been able to consider before. Despite knowing that his spell would be useless, he kept firing back, trying to interfere with the frequency of the professor's attacks.
But to his despair, Professor Hap never slowed down in his attacks, almost once every seven or eight seconds, never changing because of his interference.
'I'm still too far off!'
'This way, I am still not Sirius Black's opponent at all!'
Harry's mind became agitated, and he desperately reminded himself that it is not the right time yet, but he just couldn't help thinking about the future.
As he ran, he got hit by an Incarcerous and tripped to the ground.
His glasses flew off and Harry looked up in confusion, vaguely seeing a blurry figure across the room raising his wand.
"No!"
He struggled to raise his wand and shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
A blazing red beam of light is fired, like a wrist-thick laser that faintly emits white light.
The spell spanned more than ten meters and collided head-on with the disarming charm Felix had sent over.
"Huh?"
Felix did not budge and raised the power of the magic spell, making the power of the two disarming charms equal.
In the young wizards' view, Harry surprisingly tied with Professor Hap for a moment, their spells clashing fiercely, sending out crackling bursts and magical arcs of light.
The great hall boiled up.
"This is Harry's disarming charm? How did he practice it!"
"Legend has it that he used this spell to destroy the Dementors that tried to attack him ..."
"He's only in his third year, no wonder he's the saviour who defeated the you-know-who."
"Do you think he can win?"
"... you think too much, but I think it is possible in the future!"
Standing in the corner, Snape looked at the scene in shock, he never knew that Harry could make this kind of intensity of magic. This is far beyond the level he usually shows.
Immediately after, he noticed the appearance of another person.
It is Lupin!
He looked very haggard, his gray hair seemed more conspicuous, and his clothes were patched. He had appeared in the great hall at some point and is looking at Harry with concern.
The two eyes met, and Lupin nodded amicably, then stared at Harry unblinkingly.
In the gilded ring, Harry desperately maintained the spell, he did not know how long had passed, each second felt like a century, but he wished he could hold on a little longer.
Maybe he already lasted two minutes? That way, Professor Hap wouldn't deny his request. Harry thought to himself.
Felix's spell remained terribly steady, never weakening a hair's breadth from start to finish. Harry watched as the magic that belonged to his side got suppressed in return.
He gritted his teeth and held on as his vision began to drift, and the sky spun, a feeling he is no stranger to.
'In the next second, he would fall on the carpeted floor, it would be uncomfortable, but not really painful ...'
"Dang!"
Harry smashed on the floor, "That hurts!" His eyes teared up.
He realized with a jolt: he is not in the basement of the leaky cauldron bar for special training, but in the gilded ring of the school great hall, with only bare hardwood planks beneath him.
"Harry~Harry~" he heard a gentle shout as someone crouched over, but he could no longer tell who it might be.
He passed out completely.
Felix looked at Professor Lupin, who had lost his composure, and lunged at Harry, as he stood afar from him.
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