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Chapter 314 Despicable Referee

"Of course." Dumbledore calmed down, dispelled the barrier, and walked heavily to Flitwick's side.

"Don't talk yet, Albus." Flitwick raised his palm, puffed his beard and glared:
"Is this the student duel training you told me about?"

"A... uh... student who is proficient in Transfiguration, looks like he has been through a lot of battles, and can cast spells silently."

Flitwick put emphasis on the word student.

Dumbledore scratched his nose. He seemed to hear McGonagall's chuckle. "Filius, Harry did do something a little beyond that of an ordinary student."

"Aha, Albus." Flitwick looked at Harry who had reunited with Ron and Hermione, and stretched out his arms, almost drawing a big circle around his body.

"A little bit, do you have any misunderstanding about the usage of this little bit?"

“Is this also called a little bit?”

Flitwick poked Dumbledore's knee with his finger. "Albus, I think it's all right to let this fine fellow out now."

"Do you really have to ask him to loosen up my muscles?"

Dumbledore looked at Flitwick, who was unwilling to play, with a headache.

He originally thought that McGonagall would let Snape go for the purpose of giving Transfiguration advice, and that Snape would use less strength because of Lily.

Trelawney...well...Trelawney tried her best, at least the predictions she made were pretty good, weren't they?

but!

Dumbledore sighed inwardly as he watched Harry calmly respond to the excited Ron and the agitated Hermione.

His Transfiguration skills were superb, and his combat thinking and experience were not inferior to Snape, who was fighting with almost all his strength.

No wonder the “ace” Filius is reluctant to go on the court. If he really goes up, who knows who the “student” being guided will be.

"Filius, listen to me."

"No, I don't want to hear it."

"Ahem." Dumbledore looked at Flitwick, who was playing tricks like a child, and had to coax him:
"Filius, Harry is young and energetic. Even though he is extremely talented, he is hard to guard against some of the strange spells cast by dark wizards."

"You have a lot of experience, which is what Harry lacks."

"If Harry is really attacked by a dark wizard outside, it must be our responsibility."

"Hmph." Flitwick stiffened his neck and retorted, "As the headmaster, you are most responsible. Who told you to agree to him?"

That being said, Flitwick's expression had relaxed considerably.

Dumbledore keenly noticed Flitwick's change and immediately struck while the iron was hot: "I didn't expect Harry to be such a genius."

"Think about it, when we were his age, could we have his strength?"

"Of course I'm not trying to shirk responsibility, but as teachers, we can't set an example of not keeping our word."

"Even if Harry wins you by chance, I will personally protect Harry when we are outside and will never let him get hurt."

"Okay, okay, I can't argue with you." Flitwick looked thoughtful. "Let me think about how to complete this teaching."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

At this point, he feels that he can be shameless.

Dumbledore's lips moved slightly, and Grindelwald, who had been standing at the edge of the classroom, showed a look of shock on his face.

After hearing what Dumbledore said, he almost lifted his cloak and loudly asked Dumbledore how he could let him use tricks.

He really has no shame at all.

but--

A smile slowly formed on Grindelwald's face.

Who told him to love Dumbledore?
A little cunning can add interest to the relationship between close friends.

Moreover, he also wanted to see if Harry, who was disturbed by him, could win the last game.

Harry, who was chatting, seemed to have noticed something, turned around and nodded in the direction of Grindelwald in a friendly manner.

"Harry, who are you looking at? The next opponent is Professor Flitwick." The know-it-all girl began to reveal information to her boyfriend.

"He is a very easy-to-talk-to teacher, but he himself possesses very sophisticated magic skills."

"Peeves said he was the duelling master among professors, even better than Professor Snape."

"It's as if you didn't say anything, Hermione. The last person to play must be the ace... er."

Ron saw Hermione's eyes become dangerous and quickly raised his hands, "But, there is no way he can defeat the invincible Harry."

Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored Ron who was suddenly clueless.

She now hopes that Harry will win, but also hopes that if Harry loses, he can study safely in Hogwarts.

It’s very confusing.

"Harry!" Dumbledore walked to the center of the duel arena, with Flitwick already in position on his left.

"Are you well rested?"

"I have to go on stage." Harry touched Hermione's head with his hand and gave Ron a winning look in return.

"Come on, Harry!" Ron shouted.

"Come on, Harry..." Hermione said encouraging words, but her voice was barely audible. "You should speak louder, Hermione." Ron tilted his head and whispered a reminder.

"Watch your duel!"

"Oh……"

Harry and Flitwick saluted opposite each other, and the blue barrier was raised by Dumbledore.

"Ready--" Dumbledore began, and an inexplicable light suddenly flashed on his glasses, and Harry's attention was unconsciously drawn to it.

!! ?
"start!"

"Expelliarmus!" Flitwick raised his hand and released a spell. A white light came in an instant like thunder.

Not surprisingly, the wand in Harry's hand slipped out of his hand.

Ron held his head in disbelief, and Hermione looked at Harry with heartache and joy.

There was a hint of disappointment in Grindelwald's face as if to be a matter of course, and then he silently put the wand back from his sleeve.

Mag looked around suspiciously, as if trying to find the factor that caused his favorite student to make a mistake.

Riddle met Mag's gaze and raised his empty hands, and Quirrell shook his head at her.

Professor McGonagall casually glanced at Grindelwald and then at Dumbledore. After her eyes changed for a while, she finally sighed and said nothing.

"Harry, you should concentrate." Flitwick said somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"Sorry, Professor." Harry looked at Dumbledore deeply, trying to see a trace of shame on the shameless headmaster's face.

But he failed.

"Harry, I'm sorry," Dumbledore warned. "This round -"

"It's not over yet." Harry shook his head and said with a smile, "Professor Flitwick hasn't had enough fun yet, Mr. Headmaster."

"Hmm..." Dumbledore shrugged, "Well, Filius, we need to give the warriors some respect."

Flitwick nodded and said with a hard face, "I'm sorry, but the bad guys out there won't give you a second chance, Harry."

"I understand. Let's continue, Professor."

"You're a fine fellow, Harry." Flitwick raised his wand. "Much better than Albus."

"Collapse!"

"Armor!" Harry shouted like a loud bell as he faced the incoming magical light.

It was as if an invisible bell really covered Harry, and Flitwick's spell was immediately bounced away and flew right towards Dumbledore.

"Snapped!"

Dumbledore quickly put his wand in front of him. Although Flitwick's spell was instantly counteracted by him, he was pushed back a few steps by the colliding magic force.

His figure looked a little disheveled.

"Wands come flying!" Harry continued to cast wandless spells.

Flitwick's eyes widened, his wand clenched tightly in his hand, his eyes full of excitement.

"So cool, Harry!" Ron waved his fist vigorously, feeling proud as he looked at Harry who had held the wand again.

Hermione and the other professors showed different expressions, but without exception, they were all shocked by Harry's move.

"Wandless magic!" Flitwick shouted. "Genius, Harry, you are an absolute genius!"

"Are we going to start round two!?"

"It's unbelievable. I almost thought that what I prepared would be useless."

"You actually have this skill! Excellent, absolutely excellent!"

Harry smiled and accepted Flitwick's compliment. Then he changed the subject and said:

"Then, my fair principal, please come back and preside over it."

"I'm very sorry, my armor proficiency is not high enough, and I can't fully control the trajectory of the reflection spell."

"Ahem!" Dumbledore wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the impatient Flitwick.

"Hurry up, Albus." Flitwick urged, "With your magical attainments, this collision is nothing."

"..." Dumbledore almost lost his temper. He glared at Harry, then cleared his throat and looked in the direction of Grindelwald again.

This time, he got no response.

"Hurry up, Albus!"

"Okay, okay, Filius." Dumbledore took a deep breath and looked at Flitwick with hopeful eyes.

You must win, Filius!

"preparation--"

"start!"

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)