Chapter 208 Flitwick's old lover?

On the day of acquiring the villa, Mike had already added Professor Flitwick to the whitelist of the protection system, so Flitwick could enter and exit the villa at will. However, based on Mike's understanding of Professor Flitwick, Flitwick would notify him first even if he had something to come to his house, unless it was something serious.

Something serious?

Thinking of this, Mike's heart trembled, and then looking at Professor Flitwick's rare serious face, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

At this time, Professor Flitwick saw that Mike had almost recovered, so he said:

"Mike, I have contacted the swordsmanship teacher you mentioned, and the other party said that he can teach you."

Hearing this, Mike was happy at first, but then he became nervous again.

If it was just like this, Professor Flitwick would not be so serious. There should be a twist later.

Sure enough, Professor Flitwick paused for a moment and then continued: "But my old friend has a condition."

"What condition?" Mike swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked nervously.

After saying this, Professor Flitwick was silent for a while, and the expression on his face gradually became a little embarrassed.

"Well, you know, when I was young, I had a bit of a temper, I didn't know how to control my strength, and I liked to show off, so I offended a lot of people." Flitwick said, "The swordsmanship teacher I found for you, he lost to me back then, and I said some very excessive words at that time, so he has always been resentful."

"So what?"

"So he wants to compete again!" Flitwick's expression changed from embarrassment to seriousness, "But because he was injured for some reasons before, now he has become a cripple, so this duel will be between you and his disciple. Only if you beat his disciple will he be willing to teach you."

Mike, who was a little nervous because of Professor Flitwick's serious expression, was stunned for a moment after hearing Flitwick's words, and then his body, which had become a little tense due to nervousness, relaxed, patted his chest and said to Professor Flitwick:

"Hey! I thought it was something else! Isn't it just a wizard duel? I will definitely win for you! Don't forget that I am the duel champion of Hogwarts!"

However, Mike's assurance did not relax Professor Flitwick's expression, but became more serious, as if he was even less optimistic about Mike because of his underestimation of the enemy.

Mike knew something was wrong, and sat on the sofa opposite Flitwick and asked, "Could it be that the opponent is very strong and is a wizard who has been famous for a long time?"

"That's not the case. The opponent is only three years older than you, and should be the same age as Penelope now." Flitwick sighed and said, "But the opponent's path is a bit strange. His cultivation system is completely different from you and me. To be precise, the opponent's cultivation should be a system that specifically restrains wizards and magical creatures."

Hearing this, Mike showed a puzzled look on his face. In the two years since he came to the wizard world, he has been absorbing the knowledge of the wizard world. From what he learned, the most mainstream and most powerful extraordinary cultivation system in the world is wizards.

Now, a supernatural system that specifically restrains wizards suddenly appeared. This was really incomprehensible to him.

But then, Mike's pupils shrank suddenly.

Strictly speaking, he did come into contact with another kind of training system, and the other party was indeed quite good at fighting magic. That was the special mirror image holding a long sword in the final trial of Ravenclaw, which only existed for a few minutes.

Speaking of the mirror image named Geralt, Mike was very impressed.

The other party was really too powerful, with instant spells, exaggerated magic resistance and physical fitness, plus the gorgeous swordsmanship. To be honest, if Mike hadn't been lucky enough at the time, and the other party only existed for a few minutes, Mike would have been killed by him. Shaking

his head, Mike threw this idea out of his mind for the time being. He hadn't even met the other party yet, and it was too early to draw a conclusion now.

And even if the other party really took Geralt's path, so what? Even

an opponent like Geralt could fight a few moves by himself, and the other party was only in his teens. Mike didn't believe that he could beat him even if he was beaten to death.

After thinking for a while, Mike regained his confidence, smiled confidently and said to Professor Flitwick: "Don't worry, professor, I won't lose!"

Seeing this, although Professor Flitwick was still a little worried, he still smiled in order not to dampen Mike's enthusiasm.

To be honest, he didn't have much confidence in Mike this time. His old friend himself followed the duel path of Godric Gryffindor, which was the oldest kind of ancient duel method with a sword in one hand and a magic wand in the other.

This duel method is very strong, but it has great disadvantages.

First of all, he needs a very high talent for swordsmanship and great perseverance.

There is no need to say much about perseverance. Training the body and swordsmanship is much harder than practicing magic. And if there is no talent, it is useless to rely on perseverance alone. In the end, you can only be half-baked. The battle between wizards is still based on long-range artillery bombardment. If you stupidly run over with a long sword to chop people, you will be kited to death if you are not careful.

In addition, people who take this path also need a magic weapon.

Otherwise, even if you get close to the opponent and have a chance to attack, what's the point of your weapon being too bad and unable to cut through the opponent's armor?

The population base of wizards is small, and there are even fewer people who are talented and willing to work hard to practice. In addition, during the goblin rebellion, the goblins lost the technology to forge magic-breaking silver swords, resulting in fewer and fewer good silver swords, so this school gradually declined.

The old friend mentioned by Professor Flitwick, although he had some fame in the international wizard duel circle with his ancient duel method of one hand holding a magic wand and the other hand holding a long sword, defeated many powerful wizards. But that was mostly because this school had been lost for a long time and everyone was not very familiar with it. His own strength and talent were not strong, so after his way was figured out, he was quickly defeated and became a stepping stone for new duelists like Professor Flitwick.

But his apprentice is different. His apprentice is said to be a real genius who has shown his skills in the duel circle. Most of the new generation of dueling wizards are not his opponents.

Mike, who was sitting opposite Professor Flitwick at this moment, saw that Flitwick finally smiled, and his heart relaxed a lot. After adjusting his sitting posture to make himself more comfortable, he asked: "So where does the swordsmanship master live? Let's find time to visit him."

"Emmmm, actually... they are in my house now..."

Mike's hand, which was stretched out to pour water for Flitwick from the teapot, suddenly froze in mid-air. He looked at Professor Flitwick with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he said.

"Huh! Let me put it this way, my old friend has a bit of an impatient temper. So after receiving my letter, he did not choose to reply, but directly rushed to the UK from the United States with his apprentice." Professor Flitwick sighed and said, "I just met them today, so I came to your house to find you without stopping."

Mike retracted his hand to get the teapot and sat on the sofa in silence.

He didn't feel much about Flitwick's temper before, after all, there are so many people with impatient tempers these days.

But he didn't expect that Professor Flitwick's old friend would be so impatient that he rushed to the UK from the United States as soon as he received the letter.

It seems that Professor Flitwick and his old friend have a big grudge.

What are the two biggest grudges in life?

The hatred of killing one's father and mother, and the hatred of having one's wife taken away.

It seems that the hatred of killing one's father and mother is not that serious, so could it be the hatred of having one's wife taken away?

Then, Mike thought of the country he was in, Britain, which was known as the country of corruption. Could it be that it was like Dumbledore and Grindelwald, because of love turning into hatred?

If that was the case, then everything made sense. No wonder Professor Flitwick, who was both powerful and rich, had not yet married. It turned out that...

Mike was thinking wildly, and his mind was full of words such as "forcing a man to do something he wanted", "a man on a man", "knowing a man and getting better", and his eyes looking at Professor Flitwick became more and more strange.

Professor Flitwick, who was opposite, obviously did not notice Mike's brainstorming. He sighed and called Mike to go with him to meet the old friend.

Ten minutes later, Mike and Professor Flitwick appeared at the door of Flitwick's house.

Professor Flitwick walked very slowly along the way. He delayed the five-minute distance for ten minutes. Anyone could see that he was extremely reluctant to meet the old friend. If it wasn't for Mike this time, he would never contact the other party.

Finally, Flitwick gritted his teeth and made up his mind, and pushed open the door of his house.

What appeared in front of Mike was the living room of Flitwick's house. Mike was very familiar with this place. He had lived here for several months.

During that time, Mike's favorite thing to do was to lie on the huge sofa in the living room and read books. At

this time, sitting on Mike's favorite sofa was an old man with mottled and tangled hair, ragged clothes, and he had not taken a bath for a long time.

Even though the old man was sitting on the soft sofa, his waist was still straight, his eyes were closed, and he looked like he was meditating with his eyes closed.

But Mike and Flitwick were both wizards, and the kind of wizards with extremely strong mental power. The stronger the mental power, the stronger the five senses, so they could clearly hear the slight snoring coming from the old man's mouth and nose.

On the other side of the living room, next to the wine rack, a young man about 175 cm tall, dressed in the same style as the old man, was staring at the top of the wine rack intently.

Mike originally thought that he was studying the expensive liquors on the wine rack, but after a closer look, he found that the boy's sight was actually a magic wall clock hanging above the wine rack.

The appearance of this magic wall clock is round like an ordinary wall clock, but the dial and pointer inside the wall clock are cursors composed of pure magic power. This cursor can emit light, so people can see the time clearly at night. It can be regarded as an electronic clock in the wizarding world.

It seems that he was too engrossed in his study, and the boy did not notice that Flitwick had brought Mike back.

So he slowly stretched out his hand to touch the wall clock, but because the wall clock was hung too high, he climbed up the wine rack.

Seeing this, Professor Flitwick finally couldn't help it, and coughed lightly to remind the two people in the room that the master had returned.

Flitwick's cough was not loud, but the two people in the room heard it.

First, the old man sitting on the sofa, almost at the moment Flitwick coughed, Mike saw that his slightly lowered head suddenly paused, and then turned his head to look at the door.

It was not until then that Mike saw the old man's appearance clearly. He was a dark-faced old man who looked extremely old. Most importantly, he was missing an eyeball.

Generally, people who were blind in one eye would wear eye masks, sunglasses and other decorations for beauty, but this old man was different. He had no decorations on his face.

His right eye was intact, and his eyes were sharp, giving people a sharp feeling, but his left eye was empty. The sunken pit, coupled with the wrinkled skin and black and white mottled long hair, gave people a very bad feeling.

In layman's terms, this guy is not a good person at first glance!

The teenager who was climbing the wine rack on the other side of the living room was startled when he heard the cough. He saw his body shaking violently and lost his balance and fell off the wine rack.

But the teenager with short dark brown hair forced himself to adjust his posture in mid-air without being able to use force, and knelt on one knee and landed steadily on the ground in a superhero-like action.

I have to say that his action is very handsome.

It was just that he was fine, but the wine rack was in trouble.

Driven by his action, the huge wine rack actually tilted. Although it did not fall down completely, a lot of wine on it still fell down.

Professor Flitwick's pupils shrank suddenly. The wine on the wine rack was his collection over the years, and he was reluctant to drink it himself.

The boy also noticed the abnormality above his head, and his body suddenly jumped up again. The boy in the air stretched out his hands repeatedly and took all the wine near him into his arms.

But he was still a human after all, with only two hands, so the two bottles of wine still became the fish caught in the net.

Just as the wine bottles were about to fall to the ground and break into pieces, a crisp snapping sound echoed in the living room.

Then I saw Flitwick's house elf Lolo raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and the two bottles of wine that should have been broken were floating in the air. Seeing this,

Professor Flitwick suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and cast a thankful look at Lolo, which in return was Lolo's excited smile.

The boy also carefully put down the bottle in his arms, turned around and smiled shyly at Professor Flitwick at the door while scratching his head.

But at the moment he turned around, Mike's brows suddenly frowned.

Because the boy's pupils were actually golden, and vertical.

Just... like snake pupils...