Flitwick sat down and waved to Harry: "You rely too much on the sword."

"Although your tactics were cleverly planned and had some effect, you saw the result."

"I don't even have to think about what you would do."

"Just make sure you can't get close to me."

Harry sat down as well, nodding in agreement.

Although, apart from his age, he had not taken any potions or worn any magic-blocking armor...

But even if I were in my thirties, it would be difficult for me to deal with Flitwick.

Although they are all people who master magic, wizards are much more difficult to deal with than warlocks. Their strange spellcasting abilities, extremely fast casting speeds, and the combination of multiple spells make it difficult for them to take the first step in battle - which is what Flitwick meant by getting close to him.

"That's not a bad thing," Flitwick continued. "Many wizards are not capable of close combat, including Dumbledore."

"If we get close to you, we will be like lambs to be slaughtered."

Harry deadpanned, "Then I should really expect Professor Snape to stuff a few feces stones into your heads."

"Snape might be able to do it," Flitwick joked, "but he definitely won't help you."

"So Harry, do you know what you should do now?"

Harry lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand: "I should be familiar with the way wizards fight."

Flitwick clapped his hands: "That's right!"

"You have an advantage over us."

"We need to seize the fleeting opportunity in a complex battle and use a spell to settle the matter!"

"But you are different. As long as you can get close to your opponent, you win."

Harry stood up: "Come on, Professor!"

Flitwick was stunned: "Don't you need to take a rest?"

"I've rested enough." Harry looked serious.

Flitwick also stood up: "Well, let's continue. This time, let's try a wizard battle."

This time, Harry lasted even shorter than the first time.

A transformation spell was cast, and a stone statue appeared, which caught him tightly.

Five minutes later.

"Professor, keep going!"

Another five minutes later.

"Professor, come again!"

“Come again!”

"I've rested enough, come back."

Until dark.

Harry was still in high spirits and full of energy, and his progress was obvious. He could already hold out against Flitwick for more than twenty minutes. When the two were closest, his fist could even brush against Flitwick's nose.

Flitwick was exhausted.

He looked at Harry, full of confusion - he was just a twelve-year-old wizard, where did he get so much energy?

"Professor, let's try again, for the last time." Harry summed up his experience and looked at Flitwick, eager to try. "It really is the last time."

Flitwick waved his hands wearily, "Harry, it's getting dark, get some rest."

This was the seventh time he had heard Harry say "the last time" and he was numb to it.

He is really not able to do it anymore.

Harry responded disappointedly, "Oh, okay."

Flitwick was relieved to see Harry agreed, "Great, I mean... you are only twelve years old, you need to pay attention to your body, little wizards need to grow."

"Professor, I think I can grow to at least six feet," Harry replied.

Flitwick immediately kicked him and said, "What are you looking at, little brat?"

Harry shook his head: "I didn't mean anything else."

Flitwick was indignant and kicked again. "From now on, there will be a practical class like this once a week. In the remaining time, I will teach you some spells."

"Only once a week?" Harry asked. "Can it be more often, at least once every two days?"

Flitwick refused decisively: "No, once a week."

"Once every two days, I'll fall apart."

His original plan was the same as Harry's, to have a practical lesson every two days - every dueling master improves his skills through countless practices.

But he had underestimated how ferocious Harry was.

I can’t handle it. I really can’t handle it.

Harry agreed regretfully.

Unlike Professor Flitwick in class, he was more lovely and less steady in private. He did not teach in the order of second grade and third grade like Professor McGonagall did.

It seems a bit fanciful.

It is often a spell that triggers a series of spells.

Like clear water like a spring, it is accompanied by a series of spells such as freezing spells and fire spells that can form a set of tactics.

Flitwick is not only teaching spells, but also imparting dueling experience.

Harry was like a sponge, greedily craving for this knowledge. The more he gained, the more haggard Professor Flitwick became.

By the first day of August.

Hogwarts message.

The content is the same as always, school starts on September 1st, and it comes with a list of books for second grade.

What Harry cared about most was Defense Against the Dark Arts. He had long felt how much growth an excellent professor could bring to him.

But please don't be like Quirrell...

Open the book list.

When I saw the textbooks needed for Defense Against the Dark Arts, I couldn't help but be stunned - seven books, a total of seven books, and the author was the same person.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Lockhart?" Harry frowned. "Who is he?"

"A boastful, arrogant man who only knows how to talk big. I wish I could throw him into Gryffindor." Flitwick gritted his teeth, clenched the fork in his hand, and stabbed it hard into the sausage on the plate.

"Professor, Gryffindor doesn't welcome everyone." Harry waved his hand. "Is he terrible?"

Flitwick sighed, "No, he has a terrible personality."

"He was a Ravenclaw student. You know, young eagles are usually well-behaved, but Lockhart is an exception."

"He started using his face to trick a third-year student into helping him with his homework since first grade."

"I don't know what excuse my fifth year classmate used to convince the then prefect, and he begged me to hand over the prefect position to Lockhart."

"I always boasted about how good I was, but in the OWLS exam, I only managed to get an 'E' in Charms, and the rest were Ps or Ds."

"That's his true level! But everyone believed his lies about having a stomachache and not performing well."

"When he graduates, I think he can only be an ordinary employee of the Ministry of Magic, or find a job in the Muggle world. His Muggle Studies is 'O'."

"But who would have thought that after graduation, he would suddenly become a famous writer and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, third class. I don't even have that!"

"I have become a big star that everyone is paying attention to."

"His face is indeed suitable for..."

Flitwick rambled on, complaining.

"But Dumbledore invited him to be a professor." Harry ran his fingertips over the list of books. "He should be of some standard?"

"I've never seen him do anything," Flitwick commented cautiously. "If he really has the skills described in the novels, then he's qualified."

"Novel?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Flitwick nodded, "Yes, the novels, those seven books, they are all stinking novels that describe how powerful he is, and you have to be careful with him Harry."

"Me?" Harry was surprised. "Another Quirrell?"

"Believe me, you would rather face Quirrell than Lockhart." Flitwick spread his hands. "He is a boastful man."

"And you..."

"She is the most dazzling star in the entire magical world."

In Harry's mind.

The first person that came to mind was Dandelion, a friend of Geralt's, the bard who took him to the Pink Tavern to show the world and cheated him out of sixty crowns. He was the biggest playboy in the city, and possibly the country.

According to his own boasting, he has as many girlfriends as Geralt.

He also wanted to tell himself about Geralt's love history - the stories of the dozens of girlfriends besides Triss and Yennefer.

Geralt punched him into the wine glass and the matter was left unresolved.

"Maybe such a person is not a bad person." Harry shrugged. He quite liked Dandelion.

"Just maybe." Flitwick gave Harry a pitying look. "When are you going to buy the books?"

"In a few days, with Hermione," Harry replied.

Flitwick nodded.

I can finally have a day off.

"So I'd like to trouble the professor to work harder today and teach me more to make up for what I learned that day." Harry spoke immediately.

Flitwick nodded with difficulty.

August 16th.

Diagon Alley.

Hermione was waiting for Harry in front of the ice cream shop. When she saw him, she handed him a cup. "How about at Professor Flitwick's house? You said he was teaching you how to duel."

Hedwig flew off Harry's shoulder and landed on Hermione's head, pecking her head.

"Oh, no, Hedwig, please spare me. I'll buy you some rations later." Hermione begged.

Hedwig stomped on her head, shrank back, and sat on it.

"I learned a lot." Harry licked a mouthful of ice cream, and the cool feeling spread all over his body. "Some of them are hard to explain in a letter. I can discuss them with you when we are in school."

"That's great!" Hermione cheered, shaking her head cautiously. "Go buy the book. I've already asked around when you weren't here."

"Today is Professor Lockhart's book signing day. You can get a discount on his books."

Harry paused: "Book signing? What a coincidence?"

"Don't worry, Professor Lockhart will never be Quirrell. This month, until the end of the month, he will hold a book signing event at Flourish and Blotts. In fact, it has been going on for half a month." Hermione vowed and guaranteed Lockhart.

"Since the day we received the owl." Harry had a stronger premonition.

Hermione was stunned and also noticed something was wrong.

"Let's go, maybe he is waiting for me." Harry raised his foot and walked towards the bookstore.

Hermione followed him closely.

Lockhart was very popular. There was a long queue outside the bookstore, and some reporters from the Daily Prophet were surrounding him and taking pictures.

Sudden--

Harry felt two pairs of eyes staring at him, without any malice, but with some excitement.

They passed the message around, and at the end of the message was Lockhart, who was signing books at the door.

The handsome wizard with sapphire eyes immediately raised his head and said excitedly: "I feel the attraction between excellent wizards."

"Is that Harry Potter?"

"Harry Potter, are you coming to my book signing as well?"