Chapter 125 Flitwick's Exhortation

Mike also stared blankly at the stage that had disappeared for the most part, and felt his temples throbbing non-stop, and a wave of excitement surged up from deep in his heart.

"Is it so powerful? If this can be turned into a regular spell, wouldn't it be invincible?"

Professor Flitwick seemed to see what Mike was thinking, and looked at Mike worriedly but said nothing.

After the other people around him reacted, they began to discuss it. Several students who advocated power were even a little excited, and excitedly discussed the variant uses of the fire spell with their companions around them.

The fire spell that Mike just used was definitely the most powerful fire spell that these young wizards had ever seen. It can be predicted that after today, a trend of studying fire spells will sweep across Hogwarts.

Cedric was still lying on the ground, looking at the stage like Mike, and his slightly trembling body showed his inner restlessness.

According to this power, if he was still on the stage when the fireball exploded just now, he should have been blown to death by now, right?

Although he knew that his safety was absolutely guaranteed with Professor Flitwick, Cedric still felt a palpitation.

The Hufflepuff students who had encouraged Cedric to go on stage to duel with Mike also reacted at this moment, and hurried forward to help Cedric up from the ground, and asked him if he was injured. One of them

even tried to brush off the loose dirt on his body, but it was doomed to be in vain. At this moment, Cedric's originally neat school uniform robe had been burned into holes, and the burnt marks could not be brushed off at all.

Cedric, who was in a trance, could not answer their questions accurately. In desperation, the Hufflepuff students could only carry him to the infirmary, and glared at Mike angrily before leaving.

Mike stood up from the ground, his eyes still firmly fixed on the stage, and he didn't notice Cedric's departure at all.

"Are you okay? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Professor Flitwick's voice came, and Mike came to his senses.

Looking down at his body, Mike replied in a trembling voice: "No, I'm just a little exhausted."

Mike was not lying. At this moment, Mike looked much better than Cedric in appearance. At least his robe was still intact and his hairstyle was not a big afro.

In the duel just now, Mike was the attacker most of the time. He resolved all the few attacks from Cedric. The only stain on his body was when he climbed into the pit after releasing the last fireball.

"Anyway, let's leave here first." Professor Flitwick looked at the people who were still talking and motioned Mike to leave the hall with him.

And Mike did not refuse, and walked out obediently. Only the anxious Lockhart was left in the hall, trying to appease the excited little wizards. Flitwick ran away. He alone could not repair the stage that had been completely destroyed. The next duel could not go on.

Lockhart suddenly came up with a solution. He ordered Hermione and other staff members of the duel club to move the long table that had been moved elsewhere back to the hall. After covering the table with purple linen, Lockhart announced that the next round of duels would be held on the long table.

Mike followed Professor Flitwick through the Hogwarts Castle. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

Finally, when they came to an empty corner, Professor Flitwick stopped. When he stopped, Mike, who was thinking about turning the fireball into a regular spell, almost ran into him without braking.

"Do you know how dangerous it was just now? You almost died on the stage!" Mike scolded Professor Flitwick as soon as he stood firm.

Professor Flitwick's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being heard by others, but Mike could still hear the raging anger in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Dean, I will never use that kind of spell in a duel again. I just don't want to disappoint you." Mike did not choose to defend himself, but resolutely bowed his head and admitted his mistake with a very sincere attitude.

Although Mike knew that he and Cedric would never be hurt by the explosion under the protection of Professor Flitwick, this was obviously not the time to say such things. This time it was indeed his fault, he underestimated the power of the fireball.

"Wrong! That's not what I said! Your fireball didn't fly fast, it would be easy for me to save you!" Professor Flitwick became even more angry after hearing this, "What I meant was why you took the risk to forcibly increase the power of the fireball. Do you know that if you were not careful, the fireball would explode on the tip of your wand? Even I can't save you at such a close distance! I always thought you were a smart kid, but it turns out you're a fool!"

As if he felt that he had said too harshly, before Mike could reply, Professor Flitwick slowed down his tone and continued, "I'm sorry, I said a little too much. But what you did before was really too dangerous. You will definitely become a great wizard in the future. I can foresee that now. You don't need to be anxious, just proceed step by step. Promise me, kid. Don't do that again in the future."

Flitwick's last gentle words were like the warm sun in winter, quickly dissolving the grievance that had risen in Mike's heart because of Flitwick's previous words, leaving only warmth.

"I promise you. And, thank you, Dean."

Thousands of words turned into such a simple thank you. Mike's words made the emotional Professor Flitwick's eyes red.

"You little brat, why are you thanking me?" Professor Flitwick gently punched Mike's arm, wiped his eyes and said with a sob, "Well, it's getting late after listening to an old man like me nagging for so long. You just went through such a fierce duel, you must be tired, go and rest."

Mike bowed to Flitwick and said goodbye. Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Professor Flitwick again.

"By the way! This is your first victory in a formal wizard duel. According to tradition, you have to celebrate it." Professor Flitwick slapped his forehead and said with a smile, "How about this, tomorrow is Saturday, to celebrate your victory over a strong enemy, how about coming to my office for a big meal tomorrow?"

Mike agreed with a smile, and then walked towards the Ravenclaw common room under the gaze of Professor Flitwick.

After arriving at the dormitory, Mike threw his exhausted body onto the bed. Listening to the creaking sound of the bed board, Mike's heart gradually calmed down, and a serious problem also emerged.

How to defeat Cedric?

Just as Professor Flitwick said, his victory today was largely due to luck, so how can he defeat Cedric who is like a turtle?

Mike thought hard for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution. Finally, he fell asleep in a daze under the erosion of sleepiness.