Flitwick Discusses Wizards Over Drinks

As William walked out the door, Robert was touching his flushed face, a lewd smile on his face.

Marietta just peeked at him to confirm whether William's "Prophecy" was true.

This was something Robert, a shut-in obsessed with voices, couldn't resist; he thought his spring had finally arrived.

Three great illusions in life: She likes me!

William ignored Robert; he could still be resurrected, so he might as well enjoy his death for now.

Anyway, you get used to dying eventually.

Professor Flitwick's office was on the fourth floor. William avoided the crowds, found a secluded path, and easily made his way to the door.

Before William fell into the cycle, he gave Robert a bottle of the Draught of Living Death, wanting to test its effects.

After Robert's death, he was brought to Professor Flitwick's office.

That same day, William found Ravenclaw's Bronze Ring in the Room of Requirement.

William suddenly realized something: if he went to the Room of Requirement again after Tywin's death, would he still be able to find the ring?

William was absolutely certain it would work!

However, he has already fallen into a time loop, and the ring will surely disappear after dawn, since everything will eventually return to its origin.

William knocked on the door, and Professor Flitwick opened it. He looked up at William and asked with a puzzled expression, "What is it, Mr. Stark? What brings you here now?"

"There are some academic questions that I feel only you, Professor, can answer, so I would like to ask you for your guidance," William said respectfully.

Professor Flitwick laughed so hard his beard trembled; he still really enjoyed hearing his students' flattery.

"Ask now?" Professor Flitwick chuckled, stepping aside. "Very well, come in, child."

Professor Flitwick was having breakfast in his office, from where he could see the Quidditch pitch.

Hagrid was still working hard on the heavy lifting; Professor McGonagall was making a lion cub for Gryffindor; Madam Hooch was checking the facilities for safety.

"William, why didn't you go to watch the game?" Professor Flitwick asked gently after the two sat down.

"No, that kind of thing is nothing compared to learning knowledge!"

William remembered Dumbledore's words about "a greater goal," and he was now moving towards that goal.

"Besides, Professor, you didn't go either, did you?"

"Hmm—we can see the game from here too." Professor Flitwick sighed. "The finals are always against other colleges, so let's not go to the stadium."

This year was alright; the finals were between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. If it had been Slytherin House, he would probably have been mocked by Snape for another year.

Although Snape was not a talkative man, he was absolutely skilled at being sarcastic and sarcastic.

For example, when Slytherin won the Slytherin Championship last year, Snape reprimanded the Slytherin Quidditch Team in front of several heads of the house, saying that he had gotten another trophy and his office was overflowing with them.

I also want to give it to Flitwick so he can take it back and touch it...

"By the way, have you eaten?" Flitwick asked, putting aside his sad thoughts.

"No, Professor."

"That means we need more food." Professor Flitwick blinked and waved his wand.

A plate of turkey sandwiches, flatbread, and rum-soaked fruit pudding appeared on the table.

"Black tea, milk, coffee, or...?"

"Black tea, Professor."

Flitwick snapped his fingers, and a steaming cup of black tea appeared out of thin air in front of William.

William was completely captivated by this move.

Seeing William's interest, Professor Flitwick picked up a sandwich and chuckled, "This isn't food conjured with Transfiguration."

"Isn't that right?"

Flitwick handed William a tortilla and said, "You're only a first-year student; Professor McGonagall hasn't introduced you to this knowledge yet."

Food is one of the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration. Wizards cannot conjure food out of thin air, nor can they turn other things into food. Even if you eat it, you won't absorb any nutrients; instead, you'll suffer from indigestion.

"Where did these foods come from?"

"The House-elf was cooked and then teleported here using a ' Transferring Charm,' but I used Wandless Magic for that Transferring Charm."

The two didn't seem to be having breakfast or attending a class; it was more like a seminar where they discussed, debated, and asked questions together.

Professor Flitwick would ask the students about their stories, while William sought the answers he wanted.

William thoroughly enjoyed this approach; he found it particularly relaxing and fun.

This breakfast took more than forty minutes in total. After estimating the time, William quickly asked:

"Professor, you might say I'm aiming too high, but I want to develop a long-term study plan, specifically for the next few years."

William explained his current learning progress.

Professor Flitwick pondered for a moment, then said earnestly, "William, your learning in spells and Defence Against Dark Magic has far exceeded my expectations."

I know you're very talented, but here's the crucial point: just because you can cast a spell doesn't mean you've truly mastered it.

William nodded quickly. He had learned a lot of knowledge in college in his previous life, but he could only solve problems and could not apply it in practice.

Professor Flitwick continued, "Let me start with the course on Charms. It is undoubtedly the foundation, serving all magic without a doubt."

"The magic spell must ultimately be applied to life; the best practice is to use it constantly in life."

Many young wizards Charms very well, but after a holiday without using them, they forget them completely. Seven years later, they have forgotten even the most basic spells.

My advice is to use spells all the time, and if you can do something with magic, don't use your hands.

When you can use magic to replace the functions of your limbs, you become a master of spells.

This is my suggestion.

William seemed thoughtful; he felt that Flitwick's words made sense.

His English teacher in his previous life told him that the best way to learn a language is to use it in daily life, rather than taking tests.

These are all analogies.

"By the way, William," Professor Flitwick said earnestly, taking a sip of his beer, "You could try recently to have a doll dance ballet across the table."

I find this very interesting; maybe it's our final exam?

Professor Flitwick winked mischievously, and William smiled as well.

Does this count as an explicit statement?

These are the Fawley of being a top student.

After breakfast, the two seamlessly transitioned into "morning tea."

What is our goal in studying Defence Against Dark Magic?

Professor Flitwick spoke with great enthusiasm, spitting as he discussed the subject.

"For the sake of fighting, of course!"

Before William could answer, Professor Flitwick spoke for himself.

"No matter how many spells you know, they are useless if you can't use them in actual combat."

My suggestion is to find a master of combat sports to train with.

William frowned, wondering who he should contact.

Professor Flitwick took a big gulp of beer, slammed it on the table, and laughed loudly, "Kid, never forget, I'm the champion of the fighting tournament."

Not to brag, but when it comes to real-world combat, very few people from this school can last more than a few rounds against me.

After a few beers, Professor Flitwick seemed a little drunk, completely unlike his usual humble self.

Slightly drunk, he took William's hand and began to "discuss wizards over wine."

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