Chapter 122： Flevey's exhortation

Mike also stared blankly at the stage, which had mostly disappeared. He only felt that his temples kept jumping, and a burst of excitement emerged from his heart.

"Is it so fierce? If this can become a regular spell, wouldn't it be invincible?"

Professor Flitwick seemed to see Mike's inner thoughts, looked at Mike worriedly but didn't say anything.

After the other people around reacted, they began to discuss. A few students who advocated strength were even a little excited, discussing the variant usage of the Flame Curse with their surrounding companions.

The flame curse that Mike just used is definitely the most powerful flame curse their young wizards have ever seen. It is foreseeable that after today, a wave of flame curse research will sweep the entire Hogwarts.

Cedric was still lying on the ground looking at the stage like Mike, and his trembling body showed his uneasy heart.

According to this power, if he was still on stage when the fireball exploded, he would have been blown to death right now?

Although knowing that Professor Flivy is absolutely guaranteed for his safety, Cedric still felt a palpitation.

The Hufflepuff students who had encouraged Cedric to go to a duel with Mike before also reacted at this moment and hurriedly stepped forward to lift Cedric from the ground and asked him if he was injured.

One of them carefully wanted to pat the floating soil on his body, but it was destined to be futile. At this moment, Cedric's originally neat school uniform robe had long been burned into holes, and those that were burned out The scorched traces can't be photographed at all.

Cedric, in a trance, couldn't answer their questions accurately. In desperation, the few Hufflepuff students could only carry him to the infirmary, and gave Mike an angry look before leaving.

Mike stood up from the ground, his eyes still firmly locked on the stage, he didn't even notice Cedric's departure.

"Are you okay, do you want to see the infirmary?"

Professor Flitwick’s voice came, and Mike was relieved.

Looking down at his body, Mike replied with a still trembling voice: "No, I'm just a little bit weak."

Mike didn't lie. At this moment, Mike looked much better than Cedric in appearance. At least his robe was still intact, and his hairstyle didn't turn into an explosive head.

In the previous duel, Mike spent most of the time on the offensive side, and Cedric's only few attacks were all resolved by him. The only stain on his body was when he crawled into the pothole after releasing the last fireball.

"Anyway, let's get out of here first." Professor Flitwick looked at the people who were still talking, and motioned Mike to leave the auditorium with him.

And Mike did not refuse, and walked out obediently. Only Lockhart, who was left in the auditorium, was calming the excited little wizards. Flivy ran away. He alone could not repair the unrecognizable stage. , The next duel can no longer go on.

With a flash of inspiration, Lockhart thought of a solution, and ordered Hermione and other duel club staff to move the long table that had been moved elsewhere to the auditorium. After laying a purple linen on the table, Lockhart announced that One round of duel is on the long table.

Mike followed Professor Flitwick through Hogwarts Castle, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

Finally, when he came to an empty corner, Professor Flivy stopped. He stopped thinking that Mike, who had turned the fireball into a regular spell, almost didn't stop the car and hit him.

"Do you know how dangerous it was just now, you almost died on the stage!" Professor Mike yelled as soon as he stood firm.

Professor Flitwick’s voice was low, as if he was afraid of being heard by others, but Mike could still hear the monstrous anger in his voice.

"Sorry Dean, I will never use that kind of spell in duels in the future, I just don't want to let you down." Mike didn't choose to excuse, but he bowed his head decisively and admitted his mistake with a very sincere attitude.

Although Mike knew he and Cedric would never be injured by the explosion under the protection of Professor Flitwick, it was obviously not the time to say such things at this moment. This time it was indeed my fault, I underestimated the power of that fireball.

"Wrong! I didn't say this! Your fireball is flying unpleasantly, I can save you easily!" Professor Flivy was even more angry when he heard the words, "I'm talking about why you want to take the risk of forcibly increasing the power of the fireball, you know I don’t know just now if you can’t fix it, the fireball will explode at the tip of your stick? Even I can’t save you at such a close distance! Fortunately, I still think you are a clever child, so you are also an idiot. !"

It seemed that I felt that I was saying too much. Before Mike could reply, Professor Flitwick slowed down his tone and continued: "Sorry, I said a bit too much. But what you did before is too dangerous. You must I will become a great wizard. I can foresee it now. You don’t need to be impatient, just step by step. UU reading promised me, boy. Don’t do that again in the future."

Flivy’s last whisper was like the warm winter sun, quickly dissolving the grievances in Mike's heart that had been raised by Flivy’s previous words, leaving only warmth.

"I promise you, and thank you, Dean."

Thousands of words were turned into such a simple thank you, and Mike's words made the sentimental Professor Flitwick red.

"You stinky boy, thank you." With a light punch on Mike's arm, Professor Flivy wiped the corner of his eye and said with a choked voice, "Well, I have listened to my old man nagging for so long. It's getting late, you just went through such a fierce duel, and you must be tired, so go and rest."

Mike bowed to Flivy and said goodbye, and was about to leave but was stopped by Professor Flivy again.

"That's right! This is your first victory in an official wizard duel. According to tradition, you have to celebrate it." Professor Flivy slapped his forehead and said with a smile, "Well, tomorrow is Saturday. , To celebrate your victory over a powerful enemy, how about coming to my office for a big meal tomorrow?"

Mike agreed with a smile, and then walked towards the Ravenclaw lounge under the gaze of Professor Flitwick.

When he arrived in the dormitory, Mike threw his tired body onto the bed. Hearing the squeaking noise of the bed board, Mike's heart gradually calmed down, and a serious problem also emerged.

How to beat Cedric?

As Professor Flivy said, today's victory is largely due to luck, so how can I defeat Cedric, who is like a tortoise?

Mike thought for a long time but didn't come up with a countermeasure, and finally fell asleep in a daze under the erosion of sleepiness.