Chapter 80 Genius or Demon?

Forty-first cycle.

Some remote, deserted classroom at Hogwarts.

Professor Flitwick and William were on opposite sides of the classroom, standing opposite each other.

William took out a mask from his robe, put it on his face, put a breastplate on his heart, pulled out his wand, and placed it on his chest. A series of silent movements made his whole person's temperament change instantly.

Professor Flitwick also drew his wand, but he was not wearing a mask or breastplate.

He didn't need these things because William couldn't hurt him at all.

In fact, William didn't want to bring it either. What he wanted was a more realistic combat environment.

But Professor Flitwick would not allow it.

Once he fights, although he will control his strength, there will always be times when he misses.

Those two pieces of equipment were made by goblins, and possessed stronger defense capabilities than "armor and bodyguard", which could reduce most of the spell damage and protect key parts in time.

Of course, it's not that William is not allowed to be injured, but to protect the key parts to prevent him from dying before being sent to the school hospital.

This measure is absolutely necessary.

In a previous life, William had heard of a boxing beginner who had only practiced five or six lessons, and was called by his own coach to "come in" for other people's competitions.

However, the opponent is a Muay Thai gold belt winner who claims that "few people in the world can fight at the age of 19".

The difference in strength between the two players is very large. In less than 40 seconds, the beginner was kicked by the opponent and died in the hospital.

Of course, Professor Flitwick is not Tie Hanhan, nor will he kill him, but his strength is even stronger.

If you can't control the heat, Professor Flitwick may really be on his knees before the start of the game forty seconds... begging William not to die.

William will be resurrected with blood, but Professor Flitwick doesn't know, so this protection must be prepared.

When the work is done, neither side makes a sound.

William has been training for more than a month, but his current goal is to insist on completing ten effective attacks under the attack of Professor Flitwick.

William's wand was firmly in his hand, and there was no extra movement. His battle at this time could only rely on youth, agility, and pursuit of speed and speed, rather than bells and whistles.

The distance between the two sides was five meters, and William swung his wand to attack first.

"Passed out!"

The green light shot directly at Professor Flitwick's head, and William didn't even look at the results, he dashed forward suddenly, his movements were clean and neat, and his figure roared into the wind.

Professor Flitwick, who had not planned to use his wand at first, had a sharp brilliance in his lazy eyes.

Without seeing how he waved his wand, he quickly shot two blue lights, one blocked the sharp blow, and the other hit William's thigh.

As soon as the strike was blocked, William had expected it, and he had been blocked nearly forty times.

The first time, he stood there like a puppet. Professor Flitwick only swung a spell and bounced back "passed out", and William fell to the ground.

With more repeated battles, he gradually developed some of his own fighting skills.

It is undoubtedly wrong to blindly focus on the wave spell. He is definitely not a match for Professor Flitwick. What he needs is speed and stronger reflexes.

Speed ​​can evade many spells in time, and responsiveness can make better counterattacks in time.

It takes one second for the opponent to use a spell, you only need 0.5 seconds, and you will have the advantage.

During this period of time, in addition to arm strength, William also started physical training.

Reflexes and speed can be trained, and the most basic thing is to have a good body.

Why do old wizards lose their strength? In addition to the huge reduction in magic power, the most important thing is that the reaction ability is far better than that of young people.

Similarly, a body with kidney deficiency,

Certainly not a super strong combat master.

William jumped up abruptly, drew a stunning arc, and turned around, and while dodging the blue spell, the second spell swept away.

"All petrochemical!"

Professor Flitwick showed a hint of surprise. How could he think that William, a little wizard, would perform so amazingly?

Yes, it can only be described as amazing.

William, a Muggle-born first-year wizard, has shown a fighting literacy that surpasses that of many fifth-year wizards. What kind of genius is this?

How could Professor Flitwick think that this was actually because William trained with him every day and fed him for more than a month.

Professor Flitwick quickly restrained his thoughts of underestimating the enemy, took half a step back with his left foot, and shook his right arm repeatedly.

A half-moon-shaped ray of light slashed down from the sky. This magic was so domineering that it swept out William's 'everything petrified', as if it was destroying the dead. When it was two meters away from William, it suddenly enlarged.

William, who had seen this move for a long time, knew the power of this move, and he had to avoid its edge.

William suddenly used the 'step like flying', the speed nearly tripled, and between the lightning and flint, he just avoided the first wave of Professor Flitwick's attack.

But there will soon be a second wave of attacks.

"Fuchsia!" William cast the spell again.

This trick was learned from Professor Flitwick. During a certain cycle, William was caught off guard and suspended in the air, thus losing his combat effectiveness.

William did not aim at Professor Flitwick, but aimed at himself extremely boldly.

His body rotated, his speed increased rather than decreased, and combined with the 'step like flying' he just performed, it was almost seamless. When Professor Flitwick's curse erupted for the second time, he avoided the blow without a break, and then stood upside down on the ceiling, Stand firmly on your feet.

William has tried this combination many times. The 'Fuchsia' was originally intended to deal with the enemy, but when he used it on himself, he could avoid many spells.

It's not that he has failed. At the moment of handstand, if he can't hold the wand, he will become a target.

This time William really did it all in one go, and his whole body was full of magic. He breathed a sigh of relief, so that the spell he cast was far more powerful than ever.

The six torches on the wall immediately flew out of their supports, and the flames turned into a giant fire spear that filled half the room and shot at Professor Flitwick.

Then it was no longer a fire spear, but a huge eagle, dyed with roaring flames, turned and rammed towards William.

"Fractured!"

William blew it into black smoke, but within a few seconds, the black smoke deformed and solidified, becoming a densely packed bladeless dagger that shot again.

"The golden bell falls."

William fell from the ceiling, and the Floating Charm was thrown out, and at the moment when he was about to hit the ground, the landing speed slowed down.

Before he could stand still, he rolled sideways, dodging a stun spell.

Professor Flitwick looked at William seriously.

Although this battle has only been going on for a few minutes, he has not used all his strength at all, but... William so far is simply beyond reproach!

A little wizard in the first grade can actually achieve this level, this is not a genius, I am afraid it is a demon, right?

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(Chapter 2, asking for a recommendation ticket, fellow readers.)