My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr. Flitwick," Ludwig stepped into the standard duel venue set up by Flitwick, and bowed, "I am honored to have the opportunity to duel with you."

His posture was very low, and he looked like he was humbly asking for advice.

Flitwick nodded, but Ludwig couldn't look down on his short stature. He raised his wand to the top of his head and swung it down vigorously. A delicate hourglass about two meters high appeared in front of him. behind.

The black quicksand has not yet begun to fall.

"Warrior of Durmstrang," Flitwick explained with a serious face, "the hourglass behind me falls for five minutes. Within five minutes, as long as you meet any of the criteria I mentioned, you can be regarded as a winner." Victory in this battle."

Flitwick stretched out three fingers: "One, break the hourglass behind me and let the sand flow out; two, fight until the last moment the sand falls; three, defeat me."

"I understand." Ludwig nodded, his eyes filled with excitement on his tense and solemn face, "I want to beat you."

Want to beat me?

When the past experience reappears around you, when the old dream reappears in your mind, who would not be surprised by it?

When Ludwig stood in front of Flitwick and performed a complete set of formal wizard rituals with an extremely standard posture, Flitwick's eyes flickered with the familiar feeling that had indeed reappeared from yesterday.

"Everything seems familiar." This sentence can always touch people's hearts.

Once upon a time, Flitwick, like the young man opposite him, challenged the recognized strong on a field with the same length, width and even material as the duel field under his feet.

"How similar to me at that time..." Except for his experience as a prefect at Hogwarts, the young Flitwick is not worth mentioning in the duel competition where there are so many strong players. His short stature, goblin His ordinary looks even became the subject of insults by his opponents for a while, but even he was like this, relying on his beloved magic wand, he passed all the way and stood on the stage of the final.

Flitwick has seen many excellent people. Nelson and Tom he just met a few days ago are living examples, but he has never seen the desire to defeat a powerful enemy in the eyes of these two juniors—he can start from Nelson saw the balance of victory in his eyes, because Nelson seldom bet on losing chips; he could see desire in Tom's eyes, and this desire was only expressed for victory, he didn't care whether he could enjoy a well-matched and hearty game compete.

Even when he looked in the mirror, he rarely saw it in his own eyes, especially after he had won the victory and gained the honor, and the mediocre work at Gringotts and the ordinary life at home had almost been smoothed out. His fighting spirit, until today he saw his old friend again in the eyes of the boy opposite - the desire to defeat the strong.

Flitwick smiled, and pressed his hand on the hourglass, and it immediately flew to the edge of the field like a piece of paper.

"My name is Filius Flitwick," Flitwick raised his wand to his chest, and gave a full set of smaller wizard salutes to Sigmund opposite him, "tell me your name."

"I am Ludwig Kant!" The excitement in Ludwig's eyes was already uncontrollable, and he understood that Flitwick in front of him had already regarded himself as a real opponent.

"very good."

The two turned around at the same time, walked towards the end of the long and thin field, and when they reached the end, they turned around at the same time.

Ludwig turned around quickly, and a jet of black lightning shot at Flitwick, and he actually made the first shot!

"It's too slow." Flitwick lowered his head, and said in a voice that could just be heard by Ludwig, "There is no law that stipulates that wizards need to raise their arms above their heads to release the spell."

"Whoosh—"

Black lightning shot into the sky against Flitwick's scalp.

"Ludwig Kant from Durmstrang has completed the attack! Beautiful silent spell!" The voice of the commentary became passionate again, and after there were no more dazzling magical animals, his commentary resumed Go professional," but wizard duels are fundamentally different from playing house games with your schoolmates - his attacks hardly even elicit the attention of former dueling champion Filius Flitwick. defense!"

The audience turned their attention to the duel platform in the distance and Ludwig's water polo in front of them. The breakthrough between him and Tom was the difference between the front foot and the back foot. choose among people.

"Oh! Flitwick fought back! It was also a wonderful silent spell in response!" The commentator said extremely fast, his mouth could hardly keep up with Flitwick's spell, "Kant simply and rudely said The Iron Armor Curse resisted, I have to say, this Iron Armor Curse is really beautiful, it completely blocked Flitwick's attack!"

"Did you teach him to trick the shield with the tickle spell, Albus?" On the rostrum, Sigmund said dissatisfiedly, "I've never heard of you being a man of this style before." wizard."

"This is the student of Hogwarts, Sigmund," Dumbledore stared at the attack and defense of Flitwick and Ludwig with great interest, when he saw that Flitwick's second attack was still cursed by the Iron Armor After blocking, he laughed, "It seems that Felius has regarded Kant as a worthy opponent."

"Respect?" Sigmund was stunned for a while, and continued to watch the game, "Which respect is more important than winning?"

"It seems that in the first round of confrontation, Kant and Flitwick were evenly matched!"

Listening to the nonsense narration in his ear, Ludwig was full of bitterness in his heart. So, is this the gold content of a duel champion? He clearly felt that the two spells that hit him were just two small evil spells that were not worth mentioning, and the barrier he erected in a serious manner seemed like a joke...

Even if he rushes to attack by himself, the rhythm of the duel has already tilted towards Flitwick.

"It's foolish to reveal your intentions," Flitwick continued in a voice that Ludwig could hear clearly, dancing his wand into a flower with his right hand, and despite his dwarf size, he The casting action of the spell is wide open and closed, coherent and smooth, giving people a sense of elegance and beauty, "When you maintain the Iron Armor Curse or something that requires continuous magic, you are destined to be unable to achieve the fastest defensive counterattack. In the ever-changing duel It is something that must be avoided.”

While preaching, the wand in Flitwick's hand didn't stop for a moment, and one after another curses poured out, covering Ludwig's barrier and himself in an instant.

Flitwick felt that he kind of liked the feeling of educating others.

"Maybe I'm more suitable to be a teacher?" He couldn't help thinking, but the experience of the "student" Ludwig at the moment was not so good.

Ludwig only felt that he was like a lonely boat in a storm, unable to support himself under the indiscriminate bombardment of the curse.

This is the safest way for a powerful wizard to fight against someone who is weaker than himself. It drags the opponent into infinite defense, and makes the weakness of the weak magnified infinitely under the bombing. In Durmstrang, where the duel atmosphere is strong, this This kind of thing Ludwig has experienced countless times.

He felt itchy all over his body. It was a series of healed scars expressing familiarity and excitement to him, but Ludwig, who had devoted all his energy to maintaining the Iron Armor Curse, could not stretch out even a little finger to scratch the itch. He resisted the itching, feeling the constant bombardment from the Iron Armor Curse.

The audience exclaimed, and some even stood up. Compared with two people sitting together playing chess or chatting, most people would choose to watch a program full of sound, light and special effects. The scene of Newt just brought them expectations. However, Tom's clearance time was so fast that even the audience didn't respond.

"thank you."

Ludwig's voice could hardly be heard amidst the explosions one after another. He tried his best to support the barrier, feeling the rhythm of Flitwick releasing the spell to suppress himself, even though the Iron Armor Curse blocked those less powerful spells, But Ludwig was still pushed back step by step under the explosion brought by the magic.

Finally, he grasped the short interval when Flitwick released a large amount of magic, just like people need to take a breath when speaking, and that was Ludwig's opportunity!

Of course Flitwick understood this truth, so he didn't completely stop casting spells every time he "breathed", but just reduced the frequency of casting spells, and put a powerful spell in it.

This is a slender red light beam like a silk thread. After passing by, the surrounding air is distorted by the heat contained in the spell. It is enough to penetrate most objects in the world with its speed, impact force and high temperature, but the road Dewiger showed a long-lost smile—he knew this spell.

Thunder Breakthrough, this is an advanced incantation of the Cutting Curse. Seeing Flitwick make a familiar opening gesture, Ludwig lowered his arms, revoked the Iron Armor Curse, and spent the last time turning his body.

Flitwick's eyes widened, staring at Ludwig who seemed about to commit suicide, but the spell he shot couldn't be interrupted, could it be—

"puff--"

There was a muffled sound of a sharp object sinking into the flesh, followed by splashes of blood.

Ludwig turned sideways, maintaining the movement of struggling to avoid the spell, while the audience in the auditorium held their breath, watching the high-definition replay, they could see that Ludwig finally avoided the curse. Levi's spell, but it landed in an unseemly position, with his right hand holding the wand close to his thigh, blocked behind him, but the wand didn't seem to be able to do anything about the magic that hit him.

The curse hit Ludwig's left thigh near the hip joint. The cutting curse was widely used in many families for cutting meat. Naturally, a thigh could not stop its enhanced version, and it sank into Ludwig's thigh. The red spell rushed out of Ludwig's left buttock almost without hindrance.

Around the two inconspicuous small holes on the black robe, the fabric of the black robe was being wetted by the gushing blood, presenting a dark red color, but the blood flow quickly stopped spreading, and this It wasn't Ludwig's self-help, but the high temperature attached to the spell that scorched the flesh around the wound.

"Ludwig is hurt! His Iron Armor Charm couldn't resist Flitwick's spell suppression, and even though he tried to dodge it, the spell still hit him! Oh! God, look at his ass!"

Flitwick was about to run to Ludwig's side to check, when suddenly Ludwig blocked his hand.

"The suppression of a large number of spells is also a continuous state...Mr. Flitwick, you have no chance to quickly return to defense."

A long, venom-coated object suddenly burst out from the ground under Flitwick's feet, engulfing him instantly.

After it swallowed Flitwick and stopped moving, the audience could see its face clearly, and the scalp felt numb for a moment——

What kind of "long strip object" is that, it is obviously a group of locusts hugging each other! The so-called venom is just the saliva of this group of locusts digesting the food in their mouths. It is no longer a long strip, but looks very much like a person - Flitwick, who was wrapped in locusts, struggled to use a spell to penetrate the worm wrapped around his right arm. The group stretched out the hand holding the magic wand, but it was covered again by locusts replenished from other positions in the next second.

The swarm snatched the wand from his hand and brought it to Ludwig.

Ludwig stood on the spot, motionless. Not only was it difficult for him to move because of the damage to his thigh, his buttocks were also painful, but it didn't matter, even through a sneak attack, he finally defeated his idol!

"Kant pulled off the sneak attack! He controlled Flitwick with a somewhat... er, powerful spell, and took his wand!"

"Look, Albus, this is victory," Sigmund stood up from his seat, walked behind Dumbledore, and whispered, "This is the magic you despise, no more than those childish tap-dancing spells." Ten thousand times stronger?"

"Sigmund," Dumbledore frowned, "Using black magic to harm minor wizards is even more powerful than the black magic itself."

"Dark magic can't hurt him, and I'm sure you can see that too, Albus, this is not a wizard whose mind will be ruined by magic."

"But what about the others? Does every student in Durmstrang have the ability to control black magic? Your idea is too extreme. Almost everyone in Durmstrang is advocating black magic—"

"Everyone will cry out for what they believe in at different stages of their lives, but what do you want him to do? He obviously did nothing wrong." Sigmund shrugged, "Anyway, he won in the end."

"From your point of view, do you think he was the one who won?"

Dumbledore shook his head, looking at the solidified locust swarm and Flitwick who appeared behind Ludwig. Ludwig took the wand and found that it had turned into a dead locust in his hand, so he threw it away Bug, turned his head in a panic.

"Didn't he win, Albus?"

As soon as Sigmund's words fell, Flitwick's hand was placed on the shoulder of Ludwig, who was kneeling on the ground with his head down.

He beckoned, and the huge hourglass that was thrown to the sidelines flew towards him.

The top half of the hourglass is empty.

"Go to the next level, Ludwig Kant."

There are 2~3 chapters tonight.

I was poisoned by eating wild mushrooms and came back in the afternoon.