The Wizard Doesn't Use His Brain, and Will Be a Troll Forever

The next second, a shocking scene unfolded.

Professor Flitwick's figure blurred instantly, then appeared in four different places at once, as if he had copied himself three times over.

"What kind of magic is that?" Bagman's eyes went wide.

All four Professor Flitwicks raised their wands at once:

"Sectumsempra! "

Four silver beams shot out simultaneously, each aimed at a different Goblin.

Two Goblins, caught off guard, were struck on the spot—one had both legs severed, blood gushing; the other was hit in the chest, literally torn apart.

The other two Goblins were luckier, standing farther back, and managed to block the attack with timely shields.

"Bard! Baki!"

Bagman's already red eyes turned even more bloodshot, as if ready to drip blood.

"Pity."

Professor Flitwick muttered to himself, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

This was his signature move from his youth, the technique that had made him undefeated in dueling tournaments back then.

But now that he was older, casting it clearly drained his stamina.

Bagman realized how dangerous this short Wizard really was.

They had underestimated him, thinking numbers alone would let them push him around.

"Careful—he's a pro!"

He warned his companions, pointing his wand at a nearby table.

The table flew whistling toward Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick responded calmly with a flick of his wand.

The flying table instantly turned into a bull, landing heavily and charging straight at Bagman.

"Damn it!" Bagman scrambled to dodge.

Curses began flying everywhere, streaks of colored light weaving through the small room in a fierce exchange.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Griphook tapped lightly on the wall, and a hidden passage silently appeared.

"Charlie, go now!" Griphook tugged urgently at Charlie's arm.

In his eyes, Charlie was just a First Year Wizard—staying would only get in the way, better to run for it.

But Charlie didn't budge, his eyes locked on the battle.

"Don't just watch—you can't help him. Your spells right now are just tickling them."

Griphook scratched his head in frustration.

By now, Bagman's remaining underlings were fully focused on Professor Flitwick, paying no attention to Charlie in the corner.

To them, a little Wizard and a wandless Goblin Blacksmith were no threat at all.

The corner of Charlie's mouth curled up slightly.

Opportunity had arrived.

He quietly raised his wand, aiming at the nearest Goblin.

"Stupefy! "

A red beam shot out—the Goblin, completely unprepared, dropped unconscious on the spot.

Bagman heard the noise and turned, fury blazing: "You little brat!"

But Charlie had already locked onto his next target.

"Stupefy! "

"Stupefy! "

Two more red beams, and two Goblins fell.

"This kid!" The remaining Goblins finally realized they'd been underestimated.

But it was too late—Charlie's attacks came like a hailstorm.

"Stupefy! "

"Stupefy! "

"Stupefy! "

The relentless spells made the air tremble, Charlie's wand barely pausing as he turned into a magical artillery turret.

Griphook stood dumbfounded—were First Year Wizards this overpowered now?

Dropping three adult Goblins in an instant—turns out he was the weakest one in the room.

The remaining three Goblins reacted, quickly summoning light shields to block Charlie's spell.

Red curses rained down on the light shields like hailstones, rippling across their surfaces.

But the three Goblins kept pouring Magic Power into maintaining the shields, and the spells couldn't break through.

"Damn brat!"

One Goblin, furious and humiliated, aimed his Wand at Charlie and fired a Green light.

Charlie was ready, ducking down while flicking his Wand.

The surrounding tables and chairs instantly transformed into thick shields, encasing Charlie and blocking the incoming curse.

Still feeling unsafe, Charlie shouted from within the shield formation:

"Protego."

A glowing ring encircled Charlie, providing both physical and magical protection.

Know what saturation defense means?

If he'd had the time, he'd have thrown on the troll vest too.

Thud thud thud!

Curses slammed against the shields with dull thuds, sparks flying, but they couldn't break through either.

"Damn, this kid's got some skill!"

Bagman gritted his teeth, hammering Charlie with curses.

This was why Charlie hadn't struck first.

Though his curse power wasn't weaker than an adult Wizard's, he had almost no combat experience and only a handful of effective spells.

Facing enemies head-on, he'd run out of moves after one trick.

So he had to play the wild card, striking when Professor Flitwick drew the enemy's fire, catching them off guard.

Wizards need brains to fight!

Just waving a Wand, Avada Kedavra, Avada Kedavra—what's the difference between that and a troll?

By now, the tide had turned. Professor Flitwick had taken down two Goblins, and Charlie had ambushed three.

Only three of Bagman's side remained.

Seeing the situation turn sour, Bagman edged back, shoving his remaining underlings in front of him.

"You two, hold off that brat. I'll handle the old man!"

The two Goblins obeyed, charging straight at Charlie.

Charlie's heart tightened, but he didn't panic—reliable Professor Flitwick was still out there.

Just then, Flitwick seized the moment, casting that incredible duplication spell again.

"Apparition!"

Four Professor Flitwicks appeared at once, Wands all aimed at the two Goblins rushing Charlie.

"Sectumsempra!"

Silver light flashed, and the two Goblins were struck down instantly, alive or dead unknown.

As for Bagman, the moment Flitwick struck, he turned and bolted out the door.

He summoned rocks flying at Professor Flitwick, then Apparated away.

Worried about Charlie's safety, Flitwick didn't give chase.

He hurried over to Charlie's shield formation, looking it up and down, unsure how to get in.

"Charlie, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, Professor."

Charlie poked his head out of the shield formation, saw the dust had settled outside, and stepped out confidently.

This real, live combat was way more thrilling than fighting a troll.

Trolls were just dumb, thick-skinned targets with nothing else going for them.

Fighting intelligent beings—that was truly high-risk.

Charlie made up his mind to work harder on earning Tyrant Points and draw more powerful spells.

"Good to hear. We owe you, Charlie."

Flitwick climbed onto the pile of shields and patted Charlie's shoulder approvingly.

"Don't say that, Professor. If you hadn't drawn their fire, I couldn't have ambushed them."

"I still know too few spells."

Griphook stood nearby, dumbfounded.

Human language?

A First Year Wizard instantly killed three adult Goblins, and still thought he wasn't overpowered enough?

Then what was there to say—just declare him the winner right from the start.

Wizards are too terrifying. I'm going into seclusion, seclusion!

"Charlie, you performed exceptionally well today!"

Professor Flitwick's face was full of admiration.

"If we were at school, I'd give you a hundred points!"

"No need for points, Professor."

Charlie stared at Flitwick with eager eyes.

"I want to learn that clone technique you just used!"

"Haha, that wasn't a clone technique." Professor Flitwick explained with a smile.

"That was Apparition—just cast three times in rapid succession, combined with spell attacks."

"It looked like clones, but it was actually just a visual illusion from the sheer speed."

"This move requires extremely strong Magic Power control and combat experience. You can't learn it yet."

Charlie screamed in his mind: "System, I want to draw this!"

[...]

[Didn't you say you'd block me?]

"Then mind your own business."

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