"Dumbledore, why would he?" Harry was a little surprised, "Hogwarts has more books than this, right?"

Flemont's face seemed to be covered with a layer of charcoal dust: "Oh, yes."

"The Potters are no match for Hogwarts."

"But my dear grandson, every family has its own secrets."

Harry nodded. "Like the Invisibility Cloak?"

Flemont was a little surprised: "Yes, such as the invisibility cloak."

"Is it special?" Harry asked.

Fremont is proud: "Of course, it is a one-of-a-kind piece."

"I know you're curious, but I'd rather you discover it bit by bit. When James found out about this himself, his expression was hilarious."

"It's a pity he can't see my expression." Harry's heart ached and he looked around the corners of the room.

In the perception of the demon hunter.

So clean.

There is no trace of anyone living here, even if there is a footprint left.

Flemont remained silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Well, my good boy, go and see what the Potter family left for you. It is something more precious than the wealth in Gringotts."

He paused and asked, "Will you come back to live here in the future? Or do you have a new home?"

"My mother left me a spell. I have to live in Aunt Petunia's house for a month every year before I come of age." Harry nodded, "It's only for a month."

Flemont grinned and laughed: "That's great."

"I'll call Euphemia over in the evening. Her portrait is not here."

Grandma?

Harry forced a smile and walked into the house. Flitwick did not follow him, but stayed to chat with Fletmont, whom he considered an old acquaintance.

The Potter family's collection of books was richer than Harry had expected.

There was a whole room full of thousands of books - like the book "Powerful Potions" that Harry had to steal from the restricted section, there was a copy right there.

Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions are the most numerous categories.

He picked out two.

A book called "Powerful Potions" and a book called "White Magic: Hold On to Your Beliefs". He had read some of the books at Hogwarts, but he felt that some of the books were too advanced and it was not time for him to read them himself.

Wait until Harry comes out of the library.

He met his grandmother, a woman named Euphemia. Unlike Flemont who looked young, the portrait of Euphemia was left by her in her later years, and she looked like a kind and amiable old woman.

They talked a lot with Potter.

The first time James brought Lily home, James' life at school, and his own infancy - although by then, they had already become portraits.

It was late at night before Harry left reluctantly.

"How do you feel?" Flitwick asked softly, patting Harry's thigh.

Harry whispered, "It feels like they're hiding something."

"Hmm?" Flitwick paused.

Harry continued, "They are hiding the existence of one, two people, friends of my father?"

Flitwick's face turned grim.

"Sure enough, you know it too." Harry turned his head and looked at Flitwick.

Flitwick scratched his head. "You shouldn't be so perceptive, Harry, and you shouldn't know about this, at least not now."

"Okay." Harry nodded.

"When you're older, or when there's a result, we'll tell you..." Flitwick stopped talking halfway, and paused for a moment before he understood what Harry meant by that word. "Ah? You agree now?"

Harry shook his head, "Guessed it. One or two of my father's former best friends betrayed him?"

Flitwick looked at Harry, seeming to want to say something.

"He's still alive, right?" Harry took two steps forward and looked up at the moon. "Is he strong?"

Flitwick pursed his lips and nodded: "He is a very powerful wizard, the kind that can fight back and forth with Snape."

"But he's not in good condition. You're waiting for him to die." Harry clenched his fists, but his tone was still gentle. "I really hope he can live a few more years."

Flitwick was startled.

"Live long enough to defeat Professor Snape." Harry said slowly, "I will heal his injury, or illness."

"Dress him in his best robes."

"Give him the most dignified death."

Flitwick walked over, jumped up and patted Harry on the shoulder: "Harry, I will teach you how to duel in the next month and a half."

"Dumbledore asked me, but he didn't expect that I would think so before he asked me."

"Thank you, Professor." Harry still looked up.

Many people say that demon hunters are a group of emotionless monsters.

But why did he suddenly remember the parents he saw killed by monsters in Velen and Novigrad?

Obviously...

After a sudden change, my eyesight became extremely sharp and I could see everything clearly even in the dark. But now, I can't even see the moon clearly.

Obviously...

I had traveled through mountains and rivers for a whole day and night without feeling very tired, but now I felt that the way back to Professor Flitwick's house was so long and endless.

Harry finally returned to Flitwick's house.

After taking a shower, he held a powerful potion and flipped through a few pages with a distracted mind. He couldn't concentrate and had no desire to sleep, so he owled Hermione all night.

Wait for the next day.

Harry ran two laps in Godric's Hollow, returned home, and made breakfast before Flitwick came downstairs, still sleepy.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I thought young wizards would get up very late." The professor, who was over a hundred years old, blushed when he asked a twelve-year-old boy to cook for him. "Thank you for your hard work today."

"No, Professor, this is what I should do." Harry shook his head sincerely.

Wait until after dinner.

Flitwick took Harry outside Godric's Hollow and said, "What I want to teach you is not spells, but dueling."

"You may not know that when I was young..."

"The champion of the duelling tournament," Harry interrupted. "I know that, Professor. You said it no less than five times in class."

Flitwick cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment, "I am very experienced in dueling, Harry. I know you are very good. You can kill a troll in your first year."

"But dueling with others is not that easy."

"There's no point in talking too much. There's no theory in a duel, only practice. Let's fight. Let me see your level."

Harry looked at his right hand: "But professor, you know I'm good at using a sword."

Flitwick waved his wand and turned a piece of stone into a sword about the same length as the Sword of Gryffindor. It floated into Harry's hand and said, "Don't worry. I won't remove the spell during the duel."

Harry gripped his sword tightly and nodded to Flitwick, "Professor, here I come."

He waved his wand.

The rubble on the ground twisted into a pile of strange-looking reptiles, which crawled towards Flitwick with a crackling sound.

"Transfiguration spell. You are worthy of being Minerva's favorite student." Flitwick waved his wand and the pebbles floated up without saying any spell. "This may be useful for ordinary wizards, but it won't have any disruptive effect on powerful wizards."

"even……"

“It will become a weapon for others.”

“Like this.”

He flicked his wand, and small stones flew through the air and hit Harry -

Harry lunged forward. He had expected this, of course, so... Sign Drive.

Alder!

With a sweep of his telekinesis, the broken stones bounced back towards Flitwick at an even faster speed.

"That group repelling spell?" Flitwick was a little surprised. "It can be done to this extent? It's really amazing."

He waved his wand again.

Bang——

The stones exploded in the air, shattering into pieces and flying everywhere.

"Professor, now is my area of ​​expertise." Harry had already approached, swinging his sword, and slashing at Flitwick without any mercy.

"No, not yet." Flitwick didn't move.

A huge force suddenly grabbed Harry's back and pulled him hard, sending him flying backwards.

It's a big hand.

Those tiny dust particles formed a huge hand that tightly grabbed Harry's collar and restrained his behavior.

Harry waved his wand and blue flames burst out, not at Flitwick, but at the giant hand.

"Everyone is petrified!"

Flitwick waved his wand and uttered the first vocal spell.

The magic shot towards Harry.

Quinn!

Harry raised his hand and a golden shield covered his entire body - although it shattered under the powerful impact the next second, it blocked the spell that ended the battle.

"A spell similar to the Shield Charm?" Flitwick was a little surprised. "Another surprise, but if that's all, it's not enough."

The blue flame burned, and the giant hand turned into dust and fell down again.

"You have a keen sense of battle," Flitwick continued to comment. "You use your magic to destroy mine?"

Harry exhaled.

Wizards are such a tough bunch!

He raised his hand again.

Igni!

The fire snake sputtered out, surging and rolling, and the short professor immediately summoned a stream of water. The two collided and steam rose.

Harry took the opportunity, took another step forward, and slashed with his sword.

Grunt——

The sword hit something, but it was definitely not a person.

"Your idea is too obvious." Flitwick's voice came from the clouds.

A breeze blew and dispersed the water vapor.

The sword hit a piece of stone.

Flitwick waved his wand again, and the stone shrank rapidly and fell to the ground. "The battle is over, Harry."

The ground was muddy.

Harry was already halfway stuck in it, with Flitwick's wand pointed at him.

"Professor, you're much stronger than I thought." Harry shook his head and sighed.

Flitwick waved his wand, lifted Harry up, restored him to the ground, and put him down again: "No, Harry, you are already very strong."

"Ordinary fifth graders are no match for you. Even some sixth graders would have a headache against you, but you are only twelve years old."

"If you were seventeen, even at your current level, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to deal with you."

Harry's biggest weakness is his body.

At the age of twelve, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, without physical support, you can only perform to a limited extent.

"After you've praised me, let's talk about your shortcomings."

"Harry, you're a wizard."

"You need to learn how to use magic more often."